Kill The Luna

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My entire world completely froze into a solid block of ice at that precise moment, the heavy silence inside the moving van pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe. It felt as if every single thing I had ever believed in, every little truth I thought I knew about my dangerous life, was nothing but a massive, cruel lie. A sharp, physical pain stabbed right through my ribs, making me feel like my heart had shattered into a million tiny glass pieces. My mind raced in a frantic, wild circle; I already knew with absolute certainty that Stefan was desperately hunting me down across the country, but who else on this earth could possibly be looking for me with this much hatred?

I swallowed hard, the metallic taste of old blood dry on my tongue as I tried to force the words past my trembling lips. "S-so... who exactly is this person that wants me?" I stammered, my eyes wide with pure, unadulterated fear as I stared at the dark fabric of the guard's mask.

The muscular man sitting directly opposite me let out a low, mocking chuckle, casually shifting the heavy weapon resting across his broad knees. "To be completely honest with you, little girl, it is not a man at all," he answered, his chest shaking with quiet amusement as he leaned back against the leather seat. "It is actually a woman who hired our team. She privately handed us a clear picture of your face and explicitly told us to get this girl for her at all costs. So don't ask me for details, because I don't even know her real name, and I certainly don't care about knowing your name either. But don't you dare try anything funny or stupid during this ride, because I absolutely do not need to know your name to pull this trigger and kill you on the spot."

A cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck, my mind spinning into an even deeper state of panic at the mention of a mysterious woman. "Th-this... this woman," I stammered again, my voice shaking so violently that the words almost caught in my throat. "Do you... do you know exactly what she wants to do with me when we arrive?"

The guard's expression hardened instantly behind his dark mask, his fingers tightening around the grip of his gun as he gave me a sharp, annoyed glare. "I already told you once, girl—I don't really care about your drama," he snapped coldly, his voice dropping into a harsh, warning rumble that cut off my breath. "So just shut your mouth and stay quiet."

As the heavy engine of the van continued to roar beneath us, I suddenly noticed that Ella had been completely, strangely silent for the last few minutes. Her small head was bowed all the way down toward her lap, her eyes staring blankly at the floorboards as if she were lost in deep, intense thought. She wasn't whimpering, she wasn't loudly begging for mercy, and she wasn't crying her eyes out like her usual sensitive self. A strange, rigid stillness had taken over her small frame, making my brow furrow in confusion.

Without lifting her gaze from the dirty floor, she finally spoke up, her voice coming out in a slow, strangely calm whisper. "Can I... can I please use the restroom?"

The guard standing closest to her blinked in surprise, shifting his weight as a mocking grin creased the corners of his eyes. "You... well, you certainly can, sweetie," he scoffed, shaking his head with a bitter laugh. "But I'm afraid you are just going to have to wait until we finally get to where we are going, because there is absolutely no toilet built into the back of this transport car."

Ella didn't flinch. She kept her head down, her voice remaining completely flat and steady as she repeated her request a little more firmly. "But I seriously need to use it right now, not later."

The man's annoyed expression returned instantly, and he let out a loud, aggressive hiss. "I don't give a flying f**k about your bladder, girl! We are absolutely not stopping this vehicle anywhere along the highway just for a little maid to take a piss. If you can't hold it, you can just go ahead and piss all over your own body. No one in this car cares, and it's not my personal vehicle anyway, so do whatever you want."

The moment the harsh words left his mouth, Ella suddenly gasped, wrapping both of her hands tightly around her own neck as if a violent wave of nausea had just hit her stomach. She let out a loud, pathetic retching sound, acting like she was about to throw up all over the floor. Before the guards could even react, she dropped heavily to her knees on the floorboards, reaching out to clutch the first man’s legs for balance.

"Whoa! No! Don't you dare throw up in here!" the guard shouted in pure disgust, his face twisting in horror as he tried to push her away from his boots. "Not in my space! Do it outside the window if you have to!"

But because she was already dangerously close to his body, Ella’s submissive posture vanished in a single flash. With terrifying, unexpected strength, she swung her arm upward, violently slamming her palm against the hand he was using to hold his weapon. The sudden, brutal strike caught him completely off guard, and the heavy black gun slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly onto the metal floor. Before he could even open his mouth to swear, Ella balled her small hand into a tight fist and drove it forward with all her might, punching him incredibly hard right between his legs, directly in his d**k.

The massive man let out a high-pitched, choked gasp of pure agony, his face turning completely pale as his eyes rolled back. He immediately doubled over, clutching his crotch as he collapsed sideways onto the seat in excruciating pain.

The very second I saw the chaos erupt, a wild spark of adrenaline exploded in my veins. The second guard was already scrambling to raise his own weapon toward Ella, his face twisted in shock. Reacting on pure human instinct, I lashed out with my right leg, kicking my boot forward with tremendous force. My foot slammed directly against his wrists, knocking the heavy gun cleanly out of his hands before he could pull the trigger.

Without giving him a single second to recover his balance, I pulled my leg back and drove my boot forward a second time, landing a brutal, crushing kick right in the middle of his face. The heavy impact made a sickening smack sound, and his head snapped backward violently as he fell flat onto the floorboards of the van, groaning in total defeat.

Before he could even attempt to lift his upper body or reach for a backup weapon, I lunged forward across the small space. My fingers wrapped securely around the cold, heavy metal of his dropped gun. I pulled it up into my arms, racking the slide back with a sharp click just like I had seen Michael do, and pointed the dark, smoking barrel straight at his bleeding nose.

"Put your damn hands up!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my chest heaving with ragged breaths as my eyes locked onto his terrified face. "Don't you dare move a single inch!"