Free A Moonlit Night Saga: Episodes 1 - 4 by Adrianna White

smiled, inching closer, and
said, “If you plan on shooting me, you better do it right now.”
    The bartender paused for a moment. The sweat
beaded down his face as he contemplated the ramifications of firing
on the unarmed man.
    “Too late,” said Samuel, reaching into his
duster, and before the bartender could react, used his concealed
blade to slice down on the gun.
    The bartender stared back blankly at Samuel,
as he held the gun, which was now no more than a handle and
trigger.
    The rest of the room was equally as
bewildered, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
    Samuel used this opportunity to fling back
his coat, revealing a small cache of weaponry. He pulled out a
large desert eagle, looked the bartender in the eyes, and said,
“Mine’s bigger.”
    Grasping the pistol tightly, Samuel held the
rest of the bikers at bay. He knew they were all packing heat as
well, but figured, after his display of skill, that the rest of
them would be less than willing to be the next one to draw their
weapon.
    “Get away from him!” shouted Samuel, pointing
his gun toward Steven. “Back up, nice and slow.”
    The bikers dropped Steven, who they had
pinned up to the wall. He was beaten and bloodied, but still alive.
He coughed up some blood as he smacked against the cold concrete
floor.
    “Here’s what’s going to happen,” said Samuel,
walking over to Steven. “I’m taking my friend out of here, and if
any of you tries to stop me, I’ll have the rest of my team come in
here and open fire.”
    Samuel grabbed Steven by the shoulder, and
carried him past the rows of angry bikers. They all eyed him down
as he passed by, exiting through the front door.
    “T—thank you,” stuttered Steven, unable to
raise his head as the blood poured down onto the gravel parking
lot. “There’s more…of you?”
    “Not really, but don’t tell them that,” said
Samuel, looking back towards the bar. “Which one is your car?”
    “The…red one,” choked Steven, reaching into
his pockets and grabbing his keys.
    “Good,” said Samuel, taking the keys from
Steven. “I’ll drive.”

Chapter Five

    Emily and Tyler were sitting in the living
room, when the door came swinging open.
    “What happened?” asked Emily, rising to her
feet as Samuel carried in a battered Steven. “Oh my god, is he
okay?”
    Tyler ran to Steven’s aid, and together, they
helped Steven to the couch.
    “A bar fight,” said Samuel, taking off his
hat. “He’s pretty roughed up, but he’ll be okay. You just need to
give him some time.”
    “E—Emily,” stuttered Steven, slowly raising
his head.
    He could barely see out his left eye, and the
right was swollen shut; looking up to Emily, he said, “Red eyes…he
knows about the red eyes.”
    With those words, Steven lowered his head,
and drifted out of consciousness.
    Emily pulled back, in shock, and turned
towards the dark figure standing across from Steven.
    “What does he mean? Just who the hell are
you?” injected Tyler, grabbing his bat from beside the couch.
“We’re going to need some answers.”
    “Put the bat down, Tyler!” shouted Emily,
grabbing hold of the bat. “This man may very well have saved my
brother’s life…your best friend’s life.”
    “I seem to have stumbled upon a touchy
subject,” said Samuel, holding out his hands in submission. “I
meant no harm, I promise you that.”
    “I’m sorry, it’s just…we know about the
monsters, disguising themselves as humans behind those red eyes,”
said Emily, placing the bat in the corner of the room. “How do you
know about the red eyes?”
    “Their kind is dangerous,” Samuel said. “I’m
here to make sure they don’t hurt anyone.”
    “Now, if I may ask, how did you come to hear
about them?” Samuel asked.
    “T—they attacked our house last week,”
stuttered Emily, remembering in vivid detail, the events of that
horrifying night.
    “They attacked your house?” inquired Samuel,
his interest piqued. “How