Page 82 of Lunar Desires
Drake trained his gun on the figures, breathing labored, shivering. “You alright?” He didn’t look at me as he spoke.
Thank Hecate he was okay.
“This ends tonight!” Uncle Jonathon bellowed before I could answer. “You can’t win this. You’ll never win. I am the only Moon!”
A ripple shot through the rain, ten more figures appearing, unleashing a chorus of thunderous laughter attacking my ears.
“Oh, you’re so fucking brave!” Isaac yelled, unleashing his sunlight again.
All it did was make rainbows in the night.
Rainbows…
What about finding his Rainbow Stone? It’d be nearby, surely.
The figures attacked, launching themselves forward as humanoid sprays of water. They splashed me, doing nothing more than adding to my soaked tea towel look.
Is that all you’ve got?
Isaac laughed, his body steaming from the heat of his sunlight and the abundance of water. “You know, I could just stand here and wait for you to evaporate.”
The figures realigned in a half circle. “Why won’t you just die?”
“Too pretty to die,” my brother countered.
“You won’t be so handsome after I peel the skin off your skull.”
A fabulous idea pinged in my brain.
Ooohhh yyyeeeaaahhh…
A violent crackle raced across my soul. I plucked an exploding potion from my potion belt, smiling at the white liquid.
While Uncle Jonathon spewed some more bile about our impending doom, I picked the perfect spot to unleash the potion. Right there, just outside my building.
Hee. Hee.
“Follow me,” I told the others, breaking into a dash straight for the entrance.
Without questioning, they followed me.
I noted the silhouettes of my neighbors in the glow of the windows, probably scared out of their mind as they watched these ‘witchcops’ do battle outside their little sanctuaries.
“There is nowhere safe for you!” Uncle Jonathon called.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
I stopped just before the main doors, noticing people gathered in the lobby.
Get ready for a show…
“Inside,” I commanded my people.
“What—”
I cut Drake off. “Get in. Trust me.”
“But—”
