Free Loved by a Devil by James Martins Page A

better! She's gonna live.
    Her skin was cool to the touch, milky white. Her hair was the brightest red-orange I've ever seen. I rolled up her sleeve, and there were no more frostbites all over her. Her marks were still the same, beautiful.
    "She'll be up in a minute." Brendan snapped.
    Anthony nodded in agreement.
    We stood beside Moon, keeping our distances except me. I held onto her wrist, feeling the sweet sound of her pulse.
    I smiled.
    Here she comes.
    So she wasn't like Brendan. Like me. Her eyes were gold, yellow. My smile instantly faded. The scene in the kitchen replayed in my head.
    " If she does end up like me, would you kill me?" I had asked.
    " Me seeing Moon's face for the rest of my life when she took a good look at me, I don't think I could -or want to- live. " Brendan had responded.
    The happy feeling that was inside me was replaced with a cold, Grim Reaper touch. So that's how it felt.
    Moon stared at me with her new yellow eyes, with that expression, speaking.
    "You killed my parents."
    Game over.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 14
    Moon's P.O.V.
    Where am I?
    I opened my eyes, seeing Brendan and Anthony staring down at me with the most pleasurable happiness on their faces, and surprise. I smiled back at them. I looked around, I smelled smoke, the house was on fire, engulfed in flames, but I didn't ask why. I propped myself up on my elbows, facing-
    Him.
    He was staring at me like I was an Angel that fought through the most fieriest pits of Hades to give him a piece of candy. His smile quickly faded as I stared at him with newfound horror, mixed with disgust, nervousness, and anger.
    I could tell he wanted to say something. I beat him to it.
    "You killed my parents."
    An hour before Moon awakened. Her condition: Dead.
    I walked through the snowy white place, my Converse making loud noises each time I took a step on the pavement. I frowned, I took them off, placing them carefully on the ground.
    "Ow!" I sucked in a quick breath of air as my feet stuck hard to the ice cold ground.
    I ended up putting my shoes back on. Hmm... It was cold.
    "What is this place?" I asked myself.
    My voice echoed against the walls. Well, if there were any walls. Which there probably wasn't.
    I looked around the white place, looking for something to sit on other than the hard cold ground.
    "Aha!" As I breathed, smoke came out of my mouth from the freezing temperature.
    I ran to the bench, scraping off some snow with my hand, then taking a seat. Despite the fact that it was freezing here, where ever here was, I was sweating. The bead of sweat under my arms turned into little droplets of ice. I jumped as the ice pellets slid down my sides. I looked behind me, seeing giant trees towering over me, covered in snow. I frowned as I turned back around and faced forward and held out my hand. I pulled back, seeing some fluffy white stuff on the palm of my hand. So it was snowing.
    "You remember, do you? You used to love snow." a voice came from in front of me.
    I jumped at his voice. I quit examining the snow and let it fall to the ground, and looked up at the intruder.
    "I don't like snow." I shuddered, half lying.
    "You used to, remember?"
    The man had chocolate brown hair and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. He was wearing a raggy old flannel jacket and dirty jeans. He had brown working boots on his feet, probably no socks on. Ew. Hm... it doesn't look like he's shaved in a while or brushed his thick short hair.
    "Well?" the man asked me.
    I felt a wisp of air float across my face. Well, at least his breath smelled nice.
    "No. No, I don't know what you're talking about." I shook my head.
    The man sighed.
    "I'm your dad." he told me.
    My eyes widened as I stood up from the bench.
    "Are you okay, because you probably ran out of your anti-psychotic meds." I responded, a little freaked out.
    "I'm serious," he grinned, "Here, I'll go call your mother."
    The weird guy called a woman by the name of, 'Melissa.'
    The woman came out of