The stench of blood and death clings to my skin, my clothes, invading my senses with its coppery tang.
Yet the moon spreads its light over my face, blessing me with its ethereal glow. It's surreal, an entire world away from the violence.
I laugh as my mind wanders into memories of science class. Of planets and space.
The moon truly is an entire world away. Thirty whole worlds, in fact, would fit between here and the bright satellite that decorates our night.
Thanks, Mr. Finnegan. I always did like science.
The dead weight pinning me to the ground and obstructing a lungful of air is yanked off me, just as strong arms encircle me, pulling me upright. Lucas. His human face swims into view, those striking golden eyes filled with concern as he looks me over. I can see his lips moving, but his words are muffled, as if reaching me through a thick fog.