Reunited

~Noelle~

Adrenaline, boy does it kick up your heart when danger is so clearly close to reaching you. But for a luna it's twice more than that. There's the heavy race of your heart trying to catch up to the speed of your legs. Then there's the smell. Rancid, vile, my stomach churns with the urge to vomit. But I won't. 

I just won't do it. 

In every horror movie I've seen, back when the woman hurtling after me used to be my mother, the killer always got the upper hand on everyone because they ran like morons. Turning back to check, and screaming or doing something stupid. My lips have been sealed since I fed my hand to that beast. 

Turns out, my blood is like poison. The creature withered before it could full take my hand off.

That was not a part of my plan but I went with it. I haven't turned back once. I know my mother and that other man, that is so bloody broken are chasing me. That is all I need to know. 

There's no need to check.