The Sin of Wrath

Chapter two - strangers.

the first battle of many

One of the worst qualities that had even been bestowed upon Luna was her tendency to be late for everything. Her clumsiness couldn't even compete with the ability of her lack of reliability.

So when her seven O'clock train decided not to show up on time; she was ultimately late for school as-well.

"Why do these things always happen to me?" Luna cried. Her arms hung loosely around her side as she walked with her disappointment shadowing over herself.

"I had one job! One f*****g job." Her hands slapped the air in annoyance. "Be early and don't miss the blasted exam." She continued to throw her hands in the air. "And now I missed the exam, have at least three hours until the next train, I look like a mess and I'll probably get f*****g kidnapped with my luck."

She continued on as if she was explaining her life story to the air around her.

The only advantage of British weather was that it had the tendency to change as if it had bipolar. The cold remained but the rain had soaked up; leaving her dry but shivering as the lack of heat smothered her. Even her school uniform couldn't protect her from such cold temperatures.

Without hesitation, Luna stopped in her tracks as she stared down at the street ahead of her.

In that moment the quiet had become like icy drips onto already cold skin. Luna stayed still, ears straining. The street was never like this, like some empty movie set. She turned around, eyes taking in every detail, seeing things she'd never had the call to notice before. There were so many places that were usually filled with people whose faces shown resemblance and familiarity. But nobody was to be seen on the street.

It could be the rain? She thought. She instantly corrected herself as she knew that rain wasn't a big deal for everyone to simply abandon the street.

It was in that moment that Luna realised that the street she was on wasn't in St. Olga's anymore, it was Priory; a neighbourhood estate well known for gangs, violence and terror.

Such crime was a normal thing if you looked closely at a normal British town but Luna had never dared to enter such a place as her hometown only had elderly people and her family living in it.

"Shit." Luna cursed. Her face became strained as she begun to panic. She couldn't even ring her mother because her phone just happened to die before she got onto the train. Just her luck.

Luna quickly turned around to walk back up to her school, St Olga's. But was stopped as a dark figure emerged from behind a red, rusty van parked on the edge of the sidewalk.

Ambushes out here are both lazy and simple. The gangs sit behind the rusting cars, worn jeans on the sidewalk, alternating between texting and picking at the weeds that bolt toward the summer sun. The locals have looking poor down to a fine art no matter how affluent they are. But in the winter, gangs mostly hanged around Primark and different locations in the warmth.

So Luna knew this wasn't it, her promised ambush.

The figure that walked out from behind the van was an odd looking guy, just like a regular chav. He wore a black tracksuit which bare many different stains. His hair was long and pulled back into a messy ponytail. His appearance was overall trampy but who was Luna to judge.

He walked towards Luna, she stared at him with a feeling of absolute anxiety.

In an instant, the man snatched Luna's wrist; the action was done with so much speed that it barely gave her time to pull away or escape from his grasp.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with you." His voice was raspy, his breath coated with buck-fast and weed. His grip tightened on Luna. She gasped as she struggled to comprehend what was even happening.

Luna scoffed. "I am having a really bad day."

"Shhh!" his raw voice brutal against her ear. Luna struggled against him, shooting her right leg out but her movements were far too slow. Hands moving from her waist, the stranger seized her arms, trapping them to her side. He pushed her roughly further into a nearby ally, the agile gesture causing Luna to stumble almost falling flat on her face.

With a sudden movement, Luna used her free arm and grabbed the leg of the man, with unexpected strength she twisted it back and pulled him to the ground. His head was pounding as it slightly hit the cement ground. She brought a fist to the man's face, snapping his nose into a grotesquerie.

"All I want is to go home." She punches him again. "I could be drinking tea right now but instead you're here making my day even worse than it already is." She punched him again as his menacing eyes closed to avoid getting blood in them.

"Learn your manners and show people respect before I break every single limb in your bloody body."

Her unnatural strength and confidence was no surprise to Luna, ever since she was younger she developed strange traits. Boxing or self defence classes? She never took them, but she knew how to fight professionally when she was mugged at fourteen. She also never learnt any language other than English but at age seven - she could speak any language fluently. From Latin to ancient Greek. Or from Mandarin to Arabic.

She was like the human version of google. It shocked everyone around her when at the age of ten - her red hair turned white and her skin began to form unusual scars which seemed to appear from nowhere.

Her oddness was questioned by Doctors and even Government authorities but nobody could explain it. She was a mystery. But her originality made her an extreme target for bullying, which caused her unusual talents to strike more often.

She spat at the man, his face was soaked with his own blood. Her knuckles stung as she stared at them, cuts and bruises began to form out of them. Her white hair was even stained with blood. She mentally face-palmed at herself as she thought of the response she was going to receive from her mother once she sees her.

Luna brought her head up and began to walk out of the ally, leaving the chav; by himself as his face bled out.

Before she could make her way out of the ally, a hand stops her from leaving. With quick reflexes and Luna's assumption that it was the creep. She quickly swings her fist around, punching someone entirely different.

"s**t! I'm sorry!" She brought her hand up to her mouth in shock.

The man who stopped her looked up at her, his hand covering his nose where she had punched him. "You've got a strong right hook for someone so small," the man muffled through his painful winces.

He brought his jaw up to look at Luna, but as he held his nose in pain. He gasped.

The man had a tanned skin Adonis thing going on, his brown hair matched his brown eyes as he stared at Luna in sudden shock.

"Luna?"