Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

Penny POV Everything was going perfectly.

Everyone was dancing, laughing and just generally having a great time! I kept bouncing between sitting with Kris and Emmy and talking to the other lunas of our allies. If I wasn’t sitting with one of those groups, you could find me in the bathroom. Every five minutes I needed to pee. My boys were having a kick boxing match and I wasn’t sure who was winning.

Needing some fresh breath, I sat on a chair that was near the exit. Thad a guard open the door so a breeze was hitting me. Colt was feeling relieved so I hoped that meant he got the news he wanted. However, it was about time for

me to go home so his meeting needed to hurry up.

“Oh! Luna!” Someone in a Hulk costume ran up to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. They were looking around frantically.

“He rejected her! He-he just .... she is dying!” The person in the Hulk costume started tearing up as they looked behind them and into the hallway.

“Oh no! Show me where she is!” The Hulk ran out of the room before I could even stand up. Holding onto the rails, I looked for a guard but they were breaking up a fight. “Well, shit.” I muttered.

My swollen legs carried me out of the party and as I looked left and right, I

laying on her side in the fetal position. The sounds of her

my feet that they jiggled with each step. Still, I went as quickly as

had to see the

The girl was crying.

rose in me. Before I could even look, a white cloth pressed against my nose. A sickening sweet burning smell ran up my nose and the room started spinning. Relation that I fell right into their trap was the

My head was pounding. Angry

that I

threatening

you awake?” I heard a small girl ask so

“No.” I groaned.

didn’t open my eyes but I felt her remove the chains from my hands and then from my legs. “You can move now.” Expect, I didn’t move. Everything was too worn out. Instead, I just curled into a fetal position and let the blackness take

babies were cooing in front of me. As I walked forward, I noticed the blankets that Colt was acting

my hand over my stomach, my knees gave out and the tears filled my

chest. “My babies?” Picking them up, one by one, I held them against

child.” The sweetest voice I ever heard,

a figure of a women came out. She was walking towards me, ever so lightly. As if she was gliding, she got closer