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Chapter Ten - Twisted

"So, how was it back home?" Elliot asked Moon as she followed him and Natasha to a room.

"Mom and dad are dead," Moon said and she heard the echo of his shoes.

"I see, well, no time to grieve, they're somewhere better now than this hell-hole," Elliot said.

"Elliot," Natasha elbowed him and said something quietly to him.

Elliot sighed and turned to look at Moon. The bags under her eyes seemed darker and she had a sad look to her eyes. Her hair was put in a messy braid and there were some small blood stains on her grey shirt.

Elliot rested his hand on her shoulder and she tensed up. Elliot got down on one knee and wrapped his arm around her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her.

Moon shoved him back, her eyes narrowed in a glare. "Don't. Touch. Me." She snarled, unsheathing a dagger and holding it to his neck.

"Moon, stand down," Natasha said.

Moon turned her attention to her sister and gritted her teeth. She lowered her dagger from Elliot and sheathed it. She turned away and walked down the hall, pulling her cloak hood over her head.

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"Moon's back," Shade told him.

"Okay, and?" Lance replied.

"I thought you'd be happy to see her." Shade's optimism seemed to shrink.

"Yeah, well after that argument I'm not too happy, okay?" Lance growled.

"Lance-"

"What do you want, Shade?" Lance turned to look at Shade. 

Shade's once short hair had obviously grown out over the months, there was a small braid in his hair. The bags under his eyes were darker and the sparkle in his eyes had vanished. One of the piercings he had on his left ear was gone and he was left with a small scar.

"Nothing, I'll go, sorry." Shade turned and walked away.

"Shade- wait," Lance held out his hand to grab Shade's arm. Shade continued to walk away, while Lance stood there with his hand extended.

Lance cursed at himself and his first instinct kicked in. He swung a kick at the closest thing to him, a small wooden table. It hit the ground with a loud bang! Lance took a deep breath and used his hand to push his hair out of his face.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat.

"Oh, I saw a cockroach," Lance said, looking up to see August.

"Must've been a pretty big cockroach," August said nodding slightly.

Lance sighed and went to pick up the table. Before he knelt to pick it up, he felt someone pull him into a hug.

"Lance, you know she needs you right now," August whispered.

Lance was too stunned to move.

"I'll take care of this, go talk to her, she's in a rough place right now." August pulled out of the hug. Lance noticed a few things that seemed odd in August's appearance. He had a small smoky black crystal as an earring on his left ear and a small scar on his lip. His hair had grown out a little over time, but it stayed short.

"Thanks, and if you see Shade, tell him I'm sorry," Lance said and walked down the hall until he came to a door of a room he'd visited a lot.

He put his ear to the door to check if anyone else was in the room and didn't hear any voices. He knocked on the door and heard a quiet, "come in." He opened the door and stepped in.

Moon sat at a desk with some floating lights that went around her room. They were different colours, some blue, some purple and pink. In Moon's hand was a crumpled paper. Her hair was in a messy braid and her expression revealed nothing. Her sword rested beside her against the desk.

"Moon, we should talk," Lance said, closing her door and walking over to her. He stopped a few feet away from her.

"Now is really not the time," Moon said.

"When is a good time?" Lance growled.

Moon shrugged and stayed silent.

Lance sighed and rubbed his temples. "We need to talk, okay? What happened between us. . . this, just won't help. You need to talk to me, please."

"Yeah. . . and I don't feel like talking," Moon turned to look at Lance.

Lance's eyes widened slightly when he saw her face. Her expression revealed nothing, she seemed almost numb to emotion. Her eyes were dark and they reflected his shocked face. The small white strip of her hair hung over her left eye, it had a deep blood-red colour in it.

"Trust me, it was a lot worse yesterday," Moon said, looking at her hair.

"What did you do?" Lance asked dreading to hear her answer.

"Killed a lot of people to put it simply. . . I had to, they were attacking my village. The general of the fire kingdom was there too, she killed my mother." Moon said.

"How many?"

"No clue, but it was more than ten, I know that for sure."

"Stop killing others-"

"And risk myself or others dying? No, I'm not going to stop."

"Moon, come on, I know you're going through something right now-"

"I'm not bothered by my parent's death, my father deserved it."

"And your mother?"

"Just. . ." Moon's expression changed for a second. It turned from what seemed like numbness to pain.

"I don't understand, Moon, you said you're not bothered by your parent's death. . . but it seems like you are. At least by your mothers."

"You're wrong, Lance, I'm not and I won't ever be. They don't deserve my grief, nor Natasha or Elliots! You have no idea how terrible they were to us!" Moon snarled and the lights turned red.

Lance's eyes widened and stepped back. He blinked and the lights disappeared, the room was left pitch black and silent.

"Moon?" Lance whispered and a light appeared. It was small and golden, it lit up the room. He looked back to where Moon had been sitting and realized she wasn't there anymore. Lance scanned the room and froze when a hand touched his shoulder.

He looked over and his breath caught in his throat. Moon's eyes shimmered in the light, she had a small frown but her eyes were full of anger. Her hair had fallen out of the braid and fell past her shoulders. The white strip glowed in the small light.

"I'll see you some other time, for now, get out." Moon snarled.

Lance's legs moved as if they had a mind of their own. Once he was out of the room the door shut and he was left in the dark hallway. He took a shaky breath and fell onto the ground, covering his mouth.

"What happened to you?" A familiar voice made him look up. Elliot looked down at him, his long hair fell onto his face.

"Moon- what happened to her? Why is she being like this?" Lance asked.

"I don't know, come on, get up." Elliot grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"I- I don't know what to do. . ." Lance whispered, he looked down at his hand. It was trembling and it wasn't only his hand, but his whole body.

"Let's make you some tea, you look like you need it." Elliot put his arm around Lance and led him down the hallway.