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

her side in the fetal position. The sounds of her crying her eyes out echoed across the

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

if she was okay, I had to see the rest of her legs. Getting down on my knees, my hands moved the sheet to see that the rest of her legs didn’t even have a single spot that wasn’t bruised.

sorry.” The

What are you sorry for?” Her eyes looked behind me. Instant panic rose in me. Before I could even look, a white cloth pressed against my nose. A sickening sweet burning smell

massive bowling ball on her stomach. Do you really think tying her up was going to help?” My head was pounding. Angry voices were yelling so loud

the same position that I had

was turning, threatening to empty the snacks I ate. It was

you awake?” I heard a small

“No.” I groaned.

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

noticed the blankets that Colt was acting

over my stomach, my knees gave out and the tears

laying across their chest. “My babies?” Picking

voice I ever heard, came

by the light until a figure of a women came out. She was walking towards me, ever so lightly. As if she was gliding, she got closer and closer. It wasn’t until she