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[color=gray][i]Near Kari's House[/i][/color]
[sub][b]Mentions:[/b] None. [b]Direct Dialogue:[/b] Drake ([@Punished GN]), Stormy ([@Blizz])[/sub]

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[i]”I'd let it all burn…”[/i][/center][hr][hr]

[quote=Drake][color=3874f4]”Stop bullshitting and [b][i]tell me[/i][/b] who you are working for! I'm starting to think you got something to do with that Wolf Bastard...”[/color][/quote]

[color=bcbcbc][b]“I have nothing to do with the Wolf!” [/b][/color]Luna bit out.[color=bcbcbc][b]“I'm [i]trying[/i] to help you!”[/b][/color]

[quote=Stormy][color=00ff98][i]"You[/i] have a poor reputation in this coven. If you start this, neither of us will be responsible for what the rest of the coven decides they want to do with you."[/color][/quote]

[color=bcbcbc][b]“Keh…”[/b][/color] Luna grunted under her breath. Her eyes stared wide at Stormy, before contorting into a compromised scowl.[color=bcbcbc][b]“Damn you, Stormy. You're unimaginably cruel.”[/b][/color]

Stormy gave her something she hadn't dared to feel for years. Something that she had shoved down into the depths of the man-made darkness within her. Something that she daren't entertain. Something that she just couldn't risk.

Hope. Blind and unrequited hope.

But just as the light faded from her fingertips, Drake made his move.

[color=bcbcbc][b][h3]“AHH!”[/h3][/b][/color]

Pain coursed through her body as the flail connected, wrapping around her ankle. The spasms were quick, causing her to convulse.

She hissed, light building under her fingertips.

She could feel it. She was slipping. Her weight was shifting to the side, and the ground would welcome her. But she thought through the pain, just like she had thought through the the torture Mother Cards had inflicted to ‘mature’ her.

With all her remaining will, she moved through the pain, outstretching her fingers. She reached out and gripped the light construct. Each piece slid in together, gathering shape. The magazine, the grip, the hammer. She felt her finger move over the freshly formed trigger, wrapped in the  guard, and the barrel and muzzle fell into place. It felt hot under her hand, ready to enact her will.

Her [i]iron[/i] will.

She gripped it, timing her spasms. As her arm jolted, she re-calculated the trajectory. 

Drake would see it.

Her eyes burning bright down the sight of the pistol, perfectly lined up in a split second at his head. The absolute fury, the calculated cold precision of a killer. It was a simple act, in that moment, to pull the trigger. An action that would send a bullet made of light through his eyes.

That moment hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. That bloodthirsty gaze. The iron sights.

Before something broke in Luna, and she looked, really [i]looked[/i] at Drake.

Time moved forward again, and she slipped off the branch, plummeting to the ground as the gun construct splintered into shards of light.

She had killed before. But she couldn't kill Drake. She couldn't kill the coven.

Mother Cards always had contingency plans in case anything ever happened. But Luna was going against her Mother's words in that moment. The panic button wrapped around her neck peeked out from under her dress as she fell. 

No. In that moment, Luna wanted to get caught.

Dark spots grew in her vision as the electricity took its course, and she faded in and out of consciousness as she fell. From somewhere outside her body, she heard Drake's voice.

Her eyes shut.

This was her coven.

Despite the pain, she was home.