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From a Crazy author

Seiakexxx

P.S the start is really crazy so please bear with me! oh and so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry to the people who had read my old version! i'm new to FanFiction so I didn't know how things worked. I am so sorry and I assure you that this will never happen again! hontoni komenasai! Hope you enjoy this version though!

The clock tower struck twelve as its elongated presence swept around to the top, enclosing the golden palace in its cool embrace. The night was pure and simple as I clutch onto the spire of the highest turret. I feel the intricate casing of the clock tower, the centre of the new world, underneath my feet. It's hard not to love it, how its hands dance elegantly with precision and grace, how the tower itself is carved of the most enduring wood. How it tells the tale of lovers staring into the tower as they each fell into the darkness of the battle knowing that they were both looking at the same clock, the same end. So in many ways, the tower in front of me has ties. The Invisible spider threads of ties. Creating a web that captures memories and pain so it can't escape into the vast galaxy above. I feel sorry for that clock tower. Even though we share the stress of being a well known and loved figure I can escape. It can not. My finger twitches as it finds difficulty in holding onto the key to the tower in the frosty air. It doesn't matter though. The string of the key is looped around my neck. It falls onto my silk dress. Pulling myself up I spread out my arms and I fly.

Darkness does not surround me as I rush past crystalline plants frozen in time. It embraces me, telling me I'm safe. Fear does not strike me as the last bubbles of air part from my body, and the cold does not chide me as it creeps into my lungs. The silvery mass of moon waves me goodbye as I close my eyes and feel safe and loved, for the first time. Darkness now takes over.

Chapter 1 – The turning

'Is she awake?'

'How could this happen?'

'The girl's only sixteen…'

'Why would the killer take her to the clock tower this time, wouldn't it make more sense to kill her at her home, the time mansion?'

'I heard that it was an assassin again. It's the third time this has happened now…'

I could hear mutters all around me, filling my head with noise. Light shone through my eyelids, forcing me to open them.

'You're awake my daughter. Are you feeling better? What can I do to make you feel more comfortable? I understand that you may be in shock…'

My father falls to his knees beside me crying as he told all the attendants to leave apart from a manservant, in case of need. It was pointless; I wanted to tell the gossiping maids that I was the one who wished to die. I wanted to tell the spokesmen that what happened was that I had attempted poison, I attempted to shoot myself and now I have even tried to drown myself. Yet every single time my father manages to rush in onto the scene, saving me with the help of the palace doctors. Turning my head to the side I see on the table the key. Reaching out for it I feel strain running through my body. A manservant runs forward to hand me the key. He is on his knees as he places the key around my neck and lowers me back onto the bed.

This is why I want to die. The manservant is over seventy years of age, the pain etched into his face as he stands, strikes me in the heart. I try to tell him not to do this anymore, but his family is poor. If I gave him money then surely the outsiders will know and havoc would arise. My father does not see this, for he has been protected and kept from knowing my terrible secret. He was born into this life of riches, he has lived in this stately mansion all his life,understandably he is the heir to the massive fortune and family magic business that my grandfather has left him but he has never been called a demon before, but I have.

When I was born there was a ceremony to mark my tenth birthday. I remember this well. There were many mothers with their new born babies gathered in the glass hall. All was well but when my mother led me to the altar under the silver moon, a cloud blotted the light and when it left, the moon was blood red. Screams echoed throughout the hall as babies wailed in pure anguish. My mother threw herself over me as glass fragments rained down. Others did the same, covering their own flesh and blood with their fragile bodies. Screams of agony pierced the night sky as spears and torrents of glass pierced every back. The babies continued to wail. I saw from a crack under my mother's arm as the glass rained down. A warm golden light bathed us as a warm sticky substance trickled down my cheek I remember my mother saying to me,

'Grow up to be a kind girl Akira; tell your father that I will always love him, that I'll wait.'

She closed her eyes and lifted her body so that I could crawl out from her arms. My mother looked like a real angel, lying on the ground in her beautiful dress.

Ever since that day, people have called me the accursed one. That night every mother and child died. I was the only survivor remaining. My father took me from the eyes of the burning accusers and kept me in this golden palace.

My father and the manservant are still in my room. I stroke the top of my father's hair, so soft and Golden unlike my long black hair. I look like my mother, her hair and her golden eyes tinged with purple and blue, the only thing I inherited from my father. My facial features are the same as my mother's too. Her eye shape, the contours of her face, everything.

Sighing I attempt to speak out.
'Father it's ok you can go back to your work now if you want. I'll be fine by myself.'

He started to complain.
'But Akira, my work is not as important as you are look! you are still breathing heavily, perhaps you have a fever! Henry call for a doctor from the Research tower!'

'Father there is no need!'

No-matter how many times I protested he still did not listen. The manservant left promptly. Almost immediately another servant came through the door asking for my father.

'My Lord, there is an urgent problem with regards to the factory workers, It appears that there has been an...' The servant looked at me tentatively before walking closer to my father and whispered into his ear.

The shock registered clearly onto my father's face.

'Darling, please take care, there is a matter that I need to tend to.'

Then just like that he left the room with a sweep of his dark cape.

Equally just like that I was left alone. It was time for me to act. Climbing out of my bed I felt a strong wave of pain pass over me, It was like a bolt of electricity had struck me. Reaching for the jug of water I poured some out to drink. Raising the cup to my lips I saw that there was a thin layer of powder at the base of the cup. Someone had drugged the water.

This told me that I had to leave even quicker. Strange things were happening here, first my father gets called out at least once a week to deal with these incidents. Furthermore all the servants are beginning to act more wary around me, like i'll attack them any moment.

Without further consideration I began to dress to escape. I know it's going to be harder to escape today as there was an incident only just moments ago as it seems. This also means that security will be tightened and that the invisible laser alarm maze will be set up. Perhaps it was time I left for good.

Opening my wardrobe I reached into the back and felt for the rose that was carved into the dark mahogany wood. Pressing the small rose I climbed right through. It was my secret escape and dressing area with my 'unladylike' clothes and my mother's treasures. Pulling my silk nightgown off I reached for my leather dress trousers. It was something that I had designed myself. It was basically a normal dress with pockets for my money and other bits and bobs with trousers attached underneath the skirt. Slipping it on I sat down at the mirrored table. There was a simple box on the table. Opening it I reached out for the wrist bracelet that my mother had kept hidden. Slipping it on. I mad my way down the tunnel to the outside.

A tall dark figure looked away from the mirror. A cruel smile played at the corners of his lips.

'So the wheels of fortune have started to turn... This shall be very interesting indeed.'

Clicking his fingers a shadow appeared with a dagger.

'It's time for me to catch a little runaway so it seems. Prepare the gangs. TONIGHT!WE ACT!