Prologue.
Lucy slowly sat up and turned to look at the clock by her bed. She groaned as she saw the time was only three A.M. She got out of bed as the voices in her head grew even louder. She'd been hearing them for years, ever since her mother's death. They said terrible things to her, told her to hurt, or that she didn't matter. She stood rubbing her bare skin and the taut muscles beneath. She walked from her bed to her bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She stared at the girl in the mirror, her blonde hair framing her face and falling over her breasts, her eyes beautiful yet tired. She sighed rubbing the dark rings under her eyes and opened the medicine cabinet. She took out the sleeping pills she'd been taking, though they never lasted long enough, the voices always got louder no matter how many she took. She replaced the pills and took out some stronger painkillers, of which she took three. After a few moments she stumbled back to her bed and passed out on top of it.
Natsu woke in the night with a feeling of dread. He'd just arrived the day prior and would be starting classes at his new school that morning. He rolled out of bed and looked at his dorm. It was comfortable enough but he felt strange, he'd never been to a boarding school before, and he hadn't exactly left his old school on good terms. Natsu had always feared people and because of it tended to avoid contact and talked little. He had been feared in turn by the whole school who thought he was a delinquent thug. It didn't help that he was the strongest person there and that he'd won his fair share of fights, leaving his opponents broken and bloodied. He never meant to fight, he was just trying to stick up for kids who were being harassed. But the latest incident had been the worst. He'd caught a teacher assaulting a female student. He nearly killed the man and terrified the girl so much she ran half nude from the scene. He'd been let off after the teacher confessed but had still been expelled. His older brother had sent him here to Fairy Hills boarding school. He rose from his bed poured a cup of milk, and sat at his desk. As he drank he traced the tattoos along his chest and arms. After he finished his drink he went back to sleep until the sun had risen.
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Looking through the files he sighed, there were six students he could relate to violent crimes, and approximately twenty with drug ties. He'd been running this school for years and this was the second highest these counts had been. Since a certain freshman class started attending two years ago the count had fallen drastically. The druggies all graduated and the violent crimes were monopolized by the six students currently in attendance. He knew more than he let on to these students. He sighed again and shredded the documents. He knew he was lucky to have that gang patrolling, but he wished those kids didn't have to do things like that.
"Luckily the police force had managed to eliminate most drug dealers in the area, which meant that would be one less problem", He thought. And he was right. the drug problem in the school would be dealt with shortly, as the police force had a list of buyers from one of the dealers and were going to take them in.