"Are we there yet?" moans a small blue-haired girl. "I'm so tired." She slogs her feet in one of the many puddles littering the alley.
"We're right here, Wendy," replies a tall boy with spiky pink hair. He turns to face another tall boy, but with spiky blonde hair. "Are we, Sting?"
"Yes, Salamander," replies Sting. "Rogue is scouting ahead to see who this person is." Suddenly, a dark-haired person materializes out of the shadows behind a tall man with piercings on his face, scaring him.
"God, Rogue," I exclaim. "You scared the crap out of me."
"Sorry, Gajeel," Rogue replies. "And," he continues turning toward the rest of the group (who are huddling around the fire Salamander made). "The person is actually a smallish girl with blue hair. Saw me, though, and she said something like 'Solid Script: Hammer!' and a hammer fell on my head." Rouge rubs the spot where I think the hammer fell.
"Solid Script magic," Wendy says, standing up. "It's odd that she saw you, Rouge, since you were one with the shadows."
Rouge nods. Suddenly we hear someone say, "Solid Script:Fire!" A large ball of flame hurtles toward us.
Salamander steps right in front of the fire and sucks it all in. Yeah, he ate the fire. Since everyone in our sub-gang is a dragon slayer, we can do stuff like this. For example, I can eat iron because I'm the Iron Dragon Slayer.
"Dragon Slayer magic!" the same voice exclaims. "You must be Natsu."
The pink-haired Fire Dragon Slayer yells, "Of course I am!", and a small figure steps into view.
The figure is a small girl with bright blue hair tied back with a small orange bow, not blue like Wendy's blue hair (Which is dark blue). She's wearing a short black leather dress and leggings, and she looks quite expectant, as if she's waiting for us to say something.
"Oh!" says Sting. "Sorry, miss."
He revives a very sharp glare and a slap to the face. "Are you the sub-gang I was looking for?" the blueheaded girl says expectantly after she slaps Sting.
"Yes, we are!" replies Wendy. The blueheaded girl smiles at her.
"Good," says the girl. "I'm Levy McGarden, Solid Script user. I take that you are all Dragon Slayers."
I nod. "Yep, we're all Dragon Slayers. Welcome."
-Six months later, in the same alley (Levy's perspective)-
I stand at the beginning of the alley, trembling with my mouth covered in horror. In the center of the alley, the Ice Make user Gray Fullbuster lies on the ground next to a dead policeman, killed by my Solid Script magic. I had first come to the alley to find Gray, but instead I found a policeman holding Gray in a death chokehold, screaming, "Die, gang scum! Nevermore will you taint this beautiful city!" He then had dropped Gray (who landed like a rag doll). I, in my burst of anger, had created a large block of iron that smashed into the police's head, crushing his skull.
"Levy!" shouts Jet, running towards me. He reduces his ultrafast speed as in to not run into me. "Levy, are you alright?"
"Help Gray first," I say. Jet picks up Gray and zips off to the abandoned building the gang calls home.
I-I just...killed someone. I think shakily. Just before I collapse, I feel someone catch me.
"Can't be fainting now," says Gajeel. I do the exact opposite and faint.
-Home Base-
"Hey, Wendy. Will Ice Block be alright?"
"I don't know, Natsu. He's practically in a coma right now."
"Did someone kill the almost-killer?"
"Levy did, Jet."
"Poor Levy..."
"Jet, Levy is a very strong young woman. She'll be fine."
"Okay, Droy."
"Do you think she'll be better after a few drinks?"
"Cana, don't even think about it! Levy's only eighteen."
"Fine, Erza."
All the conversations swirl around me as I sit on a broken beam in home base. Rouge's cat, Frosch, sits next to me. Frocsh is a talking cat, just in case you didn't know.
"Are you okay, Levy-san?" Frosch asks, hopping onto my lap.
"Not really..." I reply, stroking Fro's small green head.
Fro opens his little cat mouth to say something, but Erza's voice interrupts him.
"Attention!" the powerful redhead shouts, getting up onto a table. "You all heard what happened to Gray today."
There's a few nods and a few sniffles. The Ice Make user is very popular in our gang.
"The police are trying to get our gang to dissipate. But some of us have no homes! So instead, they start to kill us! They have only successfully killed one of us, Natsu's good friend Lissania-" A few people cry at this. Lissania died three months ago. Natsu still blames himself for it."-But tonight, we will make the most of our lives before they end!" A few cheers ring out.
I sigh. That means there's gonna be a party/brawl going on tonight.
-A few hours later, 7:00 pm-
It's loud, noisy, and full of people. The party/brawl thing is in its party stage now, but the brawl stage hasn't come yet.
"Leevy!" shouts Wendy. "Wanna have a try at singing?"
In the parties, someone always has to sing. Last time, it was Gajeel, and half the people exited the building.
"Sure, Wendy!" I say, and hop up onto the beam. Everyone stops whatever they're doing and turns to face me.
"Um," I say. "I'm gonna sing now..."
There's a few murmurs and someone saying, "You can do it, Levy!". Wendy gives me the signal to start singing. I take a deep breath and begin.
Up in the morning,
up in the evening,
Picking down clocks
When the birds come out to eat
Oh, to eat.
Up on the mountain,
down in the king's den,
Pushing these blocks
In the heat of the afternoon,
Oh, afternoon.
We were never welcome here,
we were never welcome here at all.
Noooo.
It's who we are.
Doesn't matter if we've gone too far.
Doesn't matter if it's all okay.
Doesn't matter if it's not our day.
So won't you
Save us,
what we are,
don't look clear,
it's all uphill from here.
Oohhh.
A few cheers ring out. I let out a short breath and hop down from the beam.
"Levy, that was great!" says Droy. "Never knew that you could sing!"
"Yeah, me neither!" says Jet, clapping me on the back. I open my mouth to say something like Thank you, but am cut off by Natsu yelling, "WHAT WAS THAT FOR, PIERCING FACE!?"
"SHUT IT, FLAME-BRAIN!" Gajeel shouts back, and the two Dragon Slayers charge at each other, fists flying. I take that as a cue that the brawl stage is beginning and head over to the sickbay, the quietest room in the whole building.
Like the rest of the abandoned building, the sickbay isn't the cleanest place ever, but it's the cleanest place in this whole building. I head in there for some peace and quiet.
On impulse, I decide to go check on Gray. He looks as if he's in a coma (short breaths and utter stillness). His dark hair stands out sharply against the white of the pillow it's resting on. The cross necklace he always wears rests on a little table next to the one of three sickbay beds he's on.
I notice something purple under the collar of his black shirt, so I pull back the collar to see what it is.
A large splattering of dark purple bruises decorate Gray's collarbone. I gasp a bit, but then I notice something else. Some small black thing is embedded right under the collarbone, and blood spurts out of it in random intervals.
Realizing what it is, I run up to get Wendy.
GITL: My second Fairy Tail fanfic. The song Levy sings is not mine, it's called "Who We Are" by Imagine Dragons. Listen to the whole song to get the mood.