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

position. The sounds of her

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

legs. A black and blue bruise stuck out on her shin. “What..” Before I even asked her 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. Some

The girl was

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 ran up my

help?” My head was pounding. Angry voices were yelling so loud that I wished

position that I had been

loud that I could barely handle it. My stomach was turning, threatening to empty the snacks I ate. It was only

you awake?” I heard a small girl ask

“No.” I groaned.

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 me

cooing in front of me. As I walked forward, I noticed the blankets that Colt was acting so strangely about.

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

across their chest. “My babies?” Picking them up, one by

The sweetest voice I

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