Beneath The Moon

Thunder boomed and lightning flashed in the sky, the atmosphere was very eerie, and the wind raged outside the house, making a young girl confirm her suspicions.

“Mom, Dad doesn’t go. I had a bad dream. In my dream, you guys left and never came back,” Diana yelled. Her mom, a woman with black hair, smiled at her.

“Oh, honey, it was just a bad dream. Just stay put. Your dad and I want to rectify something. You know what rectify means, right? I taught you.”

“I know, Mom, I know. Dad, why are you holding a gun? Is that a silver bullet?” Diana asked. Her father stared at her with his intense blue eyes. He had blonde hair just like hers.

“Yes, honey, this is. His wife elbowed him, and he groaned.”

“Alright, see Diana. We are going somewhere, and it is dangerous. We want you to stay here in these protected walls, away from danger, we will come back, I promise, hon,” her father said.

Diana glared at them both, tears streaming down her face.

“Okay, promise me, you are going to use the bulletproof SUV like in the movies, okay?” Diana whispered and hugged them both, her parents returned the hug.

“We will.” Her father's deep voice made her relax.

“I’ll bring us both in one piece, sugar,” he said, and they both stood and waved, but as they went away, Diana's feeling of dread and foreboding heightened, and she could not help but feel they weren’t going to come back.

I woke up gasping and covered in sweat. Are these dreams again? They just kept on coming. I am Diana Peters, just an average girl with no parents or relatives I know of.

I was told by a lawyer that my parents died in an accident. I find that hard to believe, considering where they told me they were going before I never saw them again.

I groaned as the alarm rang, and I punched the button. It stopped its annoying ringing. I sighed, peeked from under the covers, and groaned again.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. With a jolt, I remembered I had to go to work. I bolted upright, stripped, grabbed my robe, and hurried to the bathroom.

I put on a shirt and sky-blue jeans and ran out of the house. I ran to the train station, bought a ticket, and waited for the train for fifteen minutes. The next train arrived, and I climbed in and sat.

“Hi,” a voice said, and I whirled around to find a man sitting with his Rottweiler.

I knew him, he delivered parcels, and in a way, I felt we were related because we were both hard workers, but the difference was that my parents left me an inheritance, not money, and I had to work for it.

“Hi Dave,” I replied, and he grinned.

“You good?” I asked, and he nodded.

I reached out to rub his Rottweiler head, it whined, and I reached into my bag and brought out Walmart hotdogs.

I tore the wrapper and poured it for the Rottweiler. It whined happily and started devouring its meal.

I started on hungrily, that was my only meal for today, and here was this lucky dog eating it.

Dave stared at the hot dog too. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said, and I just smiled.

The dog finished its food and sat beside me, and I rubbed its head. Dave raked his hand through his brown hair.

“So, Diana, how is work? I heard you got a job at a commercial company,” he said.

“After years of searching and doing stupid jobs where you get insulted,” I replied.

“Yeah, jobs like mine. There was this time I went to deliver parcels at night, and hoodlums attacked me. Thank goodness that I brought along Max, he nearly killed them all when one punched me.”

“You are lucky to get this new job, Diana, I still remember when they asked you to do a stripper job,” Dave said.

I laughed out loud and winked at him. “Yeah, thank God I didn't even step foot there, Gangbang? Nah, I can't, not me,” I said.

The train then honked loudly. “This is my stop, I guess, I have to be going, feed Max very well,” I said, scratching Max between the ears.

Dave waved, and Max whined sadly. I jumped down from the train and watched as it moved away. I powered on my phone, checked for directions, clicked on the company's email, and saw the directions.

I followed the directions and finally got to my destination. Hell, the company was impressive and massive. Mustering courage, I sucked in my breath and walked straight up to the receptionist.

“Hi, I am Diana. I was sent an email from Mr. Varane to come and see him,” I said.

The receptionist stared at me and grinned, revealing perfect white teeth.

“Umm, fifth floor, room twelve, normally I would ask your business here, but I just like you,” the receptionist said, and I nodded.

“Thanks, Umm. Call me Meera,” the receptionist beamed. I smiled, thanked her, and entered the elevator. I got to the fifth floor and looked around for room twelve. Then I saw it.

The door was black with a blue plastic tag. I breathed in again, probably the second time I did that, and knocked.

“Come in,” a deep voice said from inside, and I stepped in. The office was so spacious and gave off a luxury vibe. A man sat on a black velvet swivel chair, and he smiled when he saw me.

“You must be Diana, welcome to Neonhaven commercials,” he said.

I returned his smile, and we shook hands. His accent sounded weird, but I decided to forget that.

“So, Miss Diana, do you know what your role is going to be?” he asked.

“No, sir,” Diana answered.

“Alright, I want you to be my director, and you start tomorrow,” he said, and my head went blank for a few minutes. He just freaking said “Director.” I could never imagine myself in that position.

“Thank you so much, Sir,” I said, and he smiled warmly and nodded.

“You reminded me so much of my daughter,” he said, his expression wistful. I didn't want to pry, but I was curious.

“Is she fine, sir?” I asked him.

“She is dead,” he said, clenching his fist, and my heart ached for the man.

“I'm so sorry, sir.”

“It's alright, dear, I should not have disturbed you with this, you may go home now,” he smiled, and I nodded and turned to go.

“Diana,” he called, and I turned to look at him, his blue eyes were bloodshot.

“She was murdered. She was raped and then shot in the head,” he rasped, and outrage filled me.

“What?” I yelled.

“Who did that?”

“If I tell you, you won't believe it,” he whispered.

“Okay, I will tell you, because I trust you. Are you sure you want to know who did this?” he asked.

I nodded. “Who?”