Moonbeam: Chapter Twelve I closed my eyes and thought about this. Would I truly be immortal, never changing from my 22 year old body? Will I ever be able to enter a church or look upon a crucifix? Would silver and garlic and wooden stakes really hurt me? What about holy water? A million questions whizzed through my mind as a sort of backdrop to the mental cries and worries I heard from the injured bystanders below. The one common thing was that none of them really knew what had happened to them or the windows.
In a daze, I remembered fighting with my parents. God, how I wish I hadn't left, or at least that I could go back to them now. I saw them standing up abruptly from the table and yelling at me as I yelled back. They said something about Woodstock.
My eyes flew open and I realized
Moonbeam: Chapter Eleven The elevator doors had broken inward, ripping the bottom parts completely off the track. The top, however, was still partially connected, but not enough to close it. I noted all of this in the split second I inspected it. Something else caught my eye. No sooner had I jumped than a flashlight cast its beam up the empty shaft. I barely made it. I wanted to heave a sigh of relief, but it was interrupted by footsteps, voices, heartbeats and thoughts I was hearing yet again. They were on this floor, just not in this area yet. Man, these cops work fast! There must have been tons of police surveying the building, as I reached out my hearing again and caught roughly three voices on every floor. With time running out, I looked up and spotted a door on the opposite side of the room. "To roof" it said. It was only a matter of seconds bef
Moonbeam: Chapter Ten I screamed.
The glass in all the windows of both buildings surrounding the alley all shattered at once and rained down upon my head as I stood there, continually screaming and staring at my victims. I tried in vain to rationalize, justify and deny all that lay before me as I turned around. The outer door of the building - also metal - was torn from the hinges completely and lay at an odd angle against the ground and the wall. I raced back into the building at an unnatural speed still screaming, unable to stop myself. This building I came out of was an abandoned warehouse, I realized that now. All the front windows had shattered with the beginning of my scream, letting the wind come in and play whistling tunes on the jagged window frames.
I screamed again as I found the metal door to the basement was also torn off the hinges. Now, th
Moonbeam: Chapter Eight I sped down the street at well past the legal limit. Crying uncontrollably, I continued to furiously wipe the tears from my face as I drove. It wasn't until I was about ten miles outside of town that I realized that I forgot my grocery bag full of clothes. Realizing that was like salt in an open wound because my favorite clothes were in there, and now I couldn't go back if I wanted to. All I had was my trusty burlap bag, still slung around my shoulder.
He warned me not to come. I can still see Jeff standing there in my living room telling me it was a bad idea. "Moonbeam, you know was happens when you see your family." he said to me.
"I know, but I have to." I replied.
Jeff put his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. "I hate to see my little Moonbeam all stressed out.