Bluemoon 01 ~ New Dawn

New York City, NY, USA

•Mark Rivers placed his iced Latte down on the table.

“Mark, you really need to start going out.” His best friend, Jason said, looking at him with worry. Even Amy, who was normally ok with him waking up, going to Starbucks and spending the rest of the day at home, was worried now. Mark sighed.

“I lost my job, I lost my cat, and i’m broke. I don’t even feel like I can function anymore.” He suddenly stood up, so suddenly that it caught the attention of a few other Starbucks customers. “I wanna know what was so bad about what my parents researched that they where constantly being followed, all the time.” He ran out the door and sprinted down the street, barely being able to take in the cold breeze cutting through his clothes, the clouds gathering in the sky and the Brooklyn buildings that surrounded him. He ran to the elevator that led to his apartment. Busted into his door and, although he knew something his parents researched years ago wouldn’t be in his apartment he got a month ago, something was calling him. He ran over to the wall, and although he wanted to step away, his hands moved on their own accord, touching the pale colored walls, tracing, tapping, and soon the wall…opened. He looked at the ‘wall’, shocked. He reached inside without even knowing, and found a container, opening it, he found, well, everything. A picture of his parents, at their wedding, a blue liquid in a small container and a computer. He opened up the computer, bracing himself. The computer screen went blue, then:

“Mark, if your watching this. You got the call. It’s us. I’m sorry we couldn’t give you the life you deserved, but hopefully your doing well. Me and your father had been researching about Alien technology and DNA. We found some that suggested that the Moon was once habitable. But now, we’ve learnt it still is, thousands of creatures live there, but there’s something-” Damn it. The computer abruptly switched off. He looked at the blue liquid. What the hell was it? And then, he saw it. The black and blue suit. It resembled that of a comic book character called what was it? ‘Wing of Night’? He didn’t know. He touched the suit and immediately. He was blinded.

Slowly, Mark opened his eyes.

“Well, well. Who are you? Meat bag.” A deep, booming voice asked. Mark realized he was wearing the suit and in this-this creature’s hand was Amy. Mark gulped and blurted,

“Let her go.”