Hey guys,
so this was the second most wanted
story on the poll I made
a few months back and so
here it is.
Also It has officially been one whole year since I joined
And so I decided to post this in celebration.
As a warning this won't be updated for a few months or maybe
Earlier if 'Lost in the Lie' comes to an end sooner than expected
But I just thought this would be nice for those of you who wanted.
The cover image was made by me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters
So hopefully you guys will enjoy this story!
Enjoy
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'Run, run, run, for your life. Lock your door and stay inside-'
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Prologue
~QOoOQ~
"Little girl spinning 'round and 'round~"
A smile adorned her soft, plump features. Her blonde hair being stroked by the owner of the voice softly singing. Mama. The sound of soft piano keys enveloped the two figures, a gentle breeze caressing flushed cheeks. Her brown eyes hidden safely behind her closed eyelids. She wanted to spin around like the little girl but she was so, so tired. Too tired.
A big crack interrupted the soft piano notes. She flinched, her pretty face turned into a grimace. Too loud. Thunder is bad, something scary always happens. A brief image of a completely dark and unprotected home flashed through her drowsy mind. The blankets covering her quivering body were tugged gently up to her chin. That's right, her Mama was here.
Mama would protect her.
"Now she's falling down, down, down~"
Her mother's voice became more distant. No! Stay awake until the end of the song. She struggled against the darkness trying to consume her, even the loud, booming of the thunder seemed much less terrifying. Maybe sleep would be good? The darkness would protect her, keep her sheltered from anything bad and her Mama would be there too.
The little girl's small hands gripped her blanket tightly, pulling them up over her head. Her blanket provided darkness too and although she could not see her, her Mama was there singing her a calming lullaby. Her full lips parted slightly as her breathing faltered to a deep, steady pace.
The darkness was coming.
"She wants to go flying up, up, up~"
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Brown eyes flew open in alarm. It was just the thunder, she reminded herself. The little girl rolled to her side and stared out her open window. Had her mother forgotten about the rain? Her eyebrows scrunched together in thought, her blanket slipping down to her small waist when she sat up. Innocence swarmed her thoughts, of course her Mama was tired-that's why she forgot.
"It's okay Lucy," she told herself quietly. Her little fingers wrapped tightly around her teddy bears leg. "Mama said to be brave." Show would be. Just like her Mama, strong, kind and brave. The little girl could not hold back her smile at that, being just like her Mama-that was something only Lucy herself had dreamt of. Hesitant and slow steps were taken toward the open window, the breeze coming through it sending chilling whispers in her ear.
She was almost there. Thunder rumbled louder, her quivering form flinching at the force behind the noise. Sudden doubt filled her, what if she couldn't do it? Would she ever be brave? She could just go back to the darkness-No! Lucy couldn't just run away, she needed to do this-she could tell her Mama about it. She could already imagine the proud smile her Mama would have after she told her.
Another crack of thunder.
A jolt was sent through her but she used her terror to fuel her determination and sprinted toward the opened window. The cold floor creaked noisily beneath her. Lucy could feel dampness beneath her small feet, she better be careful or she could fall.
"Now she's falling down, down, down~"
She leapt onto the window ledge and reached up with shaking arms, her fingers just barely able to curl around the edge of the window. Pull! She yanked on the window with weak arms and grit her teeth. Another 'bang'. Thunder? No-this was different, too close. She glanced toward her door that was left slightly ajar. Did her Mama fall?
She abandoned the window and raced toward the door. Maybe she could kiss her Mama's sore better, it always worked for her. The door creaked quietly as she stepped through it, she could hear muttering but who was it? That was not her Mama. Maybe a friend came over? Why at this time then? Her Mama was always in bed when she slept.
Her feet tapped lightly against the floor, her fist rubbing repeatedly at her eye-she was so tired. The darkness- no, Mama. She was so tired. The darkness seemed so tempting, she wanted to but without her Mama then the darkness was so lonely. Lucy could see lights on in the kitchen, maybe her Mama was hungry? Her brown eyes flashed with life, her Mama could be cooking cookies again. She did get scolded plenty for attempting to reach the extra cookies left in the cookie jar. Her Mama would always say, too many cookies are not good for a little girls tummy. They tasted so good.
Lucy peered through the door and immediately flicked her brown eyes roamed over toward the stove. Strange. Her Mama was not standing there, but the cookies-she could smell them. Her head turned right, a quiet gasp escaping her parted lips. The floor was covered in red. Why was it so red? She stepped closer to the oozing substance and poked her finger in it, grimacing at the thick feeling coating it.
It smelled.
She chose to walk around the grotesque smelling liquid and continued to search for her Mama. The liquid swirled slightly toward the living room, should she follow it? Lucy wondered, she didn't like whatever was on the floor so why should she follow it? Curiosity. Mama always said she got that from her; it was a good thing in her mind.
Stepping into the dimly lit living room she found herself squinty against the darkness, straining her eyes to make out anything. She walked further, the sound of thunder crackling in the background while the wood flooring creaked beneath her weight. "Mama?" Lightning lit the room quickly; there was someone on the floor. Mama!
Lucy ran blindly towards the familiar figure on the ground. Why would her Mama be on the ground? Of course! Her Mama was tired, she must have fallen asleep while waiting for the cookies to bake. "Mama?" No answer. She prodded the exposed flesh on her Mama's face, "Mama?" Lucy called again. She huffed and pushed on the elder woman's shoulder, rolling her over.
"Little girl spinning 'round and 'round~"
Her face contorted in shock. Her innocent and wide brown eyes filled with terror. The hand not wrapped around her bear flew to her mouth in shock. Red. There was Red everywhere. What? Her breathing turned labored what? She didn't understand! How-? A shaky step backward caused her to slip and land on her rear.
Blood. It was blood!
Oh Mavis the blood.
Her mother was doused in the crimson liquid, her eyes wide open in shock, blood dripping down her face. There was a gaping hole on her Mama's exposed stomach. Her stomach turned at the sight of bone peeking out through the hole. A scream erupted from her, she felt sick. Her body shook with tremors, her knees pulled up to her chest as she rocked back and forth. Was her Mama…?
No. She refused the idea of her Mama possibly dying. She was too strong. This was all just a nightmare. A vividly horrific bad dream that she would soon awaken from. Back and forth, back and forth. A clap of thunder sounded but she didn't so much as flinch. Her eyes travelled to the crimson liquid staining her Mama's pale skin. So much Blood. Blood.
Oh Mavis the blood.
Lightning lit up her surroundings, making the sudden presences of a tall, masculine figure known. His dark eyes staring sinisterly at her mother. His lips spread into a maniacal grin. Faintly, she could see blood splashed on his cheek, scratch marks openly displayed for her eyes only. His body was cloaked by the surrounding darkness, unwilling to give her a proper look at her mother's killer.
No! She was not dead!
The man chuckled, "I see you do not understand." He sounded so sure, she shivered, why wouldn't she wake up? "It's all a game you see," he strode toward the gaping window, "do you know what freeze tag is little girl?" She nodded jerkily. "That is the game. I am 'it' and you are not, if I catch you-this," he held up a stained blade. Blood. "Will be what freezes you. You will not be able to move, it only hurts a little." He smiled, "Do you know why I play this game?"
No. She didn't. Lucy didn't want to know how this man thought, why? Why, Oh Mavis all the blood. "Because," he told her, "the stars-they were pleading. The stars cannot be the only ones to disappear can they? That's why we're playing Freeze and Die." He moved slowly toward her. Teasing her with that crazy grin. He stopped in front of her, his face bending down toward hers despite his height advantage. "…Run!"
It was only one word. Something so simple that she had done daily in her life. Although Lucy had never been more terrified in her life as she ran for her life while he laughed at her, enjoying his game of Freeze tag. Tears poured down her face, how had her Mama been caught? Her Mama was so fast and she always won when she and Lucy played Hide and Seek so how…?
She shook her Mama from her thoughts. Her lungs burned, her fear clawing at her lungs as she used her legs to carry her as fast as they could. His cenacle laugh reached her ears, "Where are you little dead body? Come on out to play-" she huffed and threw open the door to her basement. Mavis she hated it but she had to play the game. She was a child, surely she could play the game better than an adult could. "-with my blade."
A startled scream left her mouth at the sound of his voice. He was close now. Too close. Lucy shrieked as she went tumbling down the stairs.
"Now she's falling down, down, down~"
Black dots littered her vision. Darkness. It could take care of her right? Adrenaline pumped through her veins, her senses on high alert. Lucy muffled a cry, she could feel him staring at her, his leisurely footsteps sounding louder by the second. She stood. Pain shot up her leg and once again she fell, her ankle it hurt so much!
Ignore it.
She stood herself up again and limped away desperately. He was close again; Right behind her-she could hear him breathing. Her heart leapt in her throat. Why won't the nightmare end? "What point is there in hiding little body?" Mavis he was twisted. "The Zodiac will find you." No. She couldn't let that happen.
Slipping through the tiny space between large boxes she clenched her fist. She pleaded for him not to find her, anything but that-nightmares felt so real. Had she not of been asleep Lucy would have believed this was reality. His footsteps grew louder, he was coming closer. She quieted her breathing, taking slow breaths through her mouth. Stay still. Stay quiet. Show no weakness.
Seconds. Minutes passed, she felt like she had been hiding for hours. How had no one noticed something was wrong by now? His footsteps were faint by now. Was he gone? Relief spread through her, he was gone. Perhaps she could climb through the window in the basement to escape. Mama would get help.
Blood.
No!
Standing still another moment she listened. Nothing. She sighed and slipped back out into the open, she would be safe for now. Lucy stilled, why had he gone back upstairs? There was no noise other than the roaring thunder as far as she was concerned. Why would he go back? Her eyes widened. Mama!
She abruptly turned around. "I found you little dead body~" Lucy stiffened, her heart sped drastically and she screamed as his large hand pushed her to the cold, cement floor. Her mind went hazy, blurry vision-she couldn't see. A whimper came from her mouth as she felt the front of his body press against her back. He caught her. The game was over. No! Fight him!
Lucy screamed loudly and kicked him as much as she could. She would struggle and fight against him until the darkness decided to give her a break and keep her safe. She heard a low grunt of pain as she kicked him. She had got him; she rolled to her stomach and screamed-hitting him anywhere she could.
He growled at her. Her arms were pinned but her legs were not. A sudden excruciating pain blast through her middle. Mavis it hurt to breath. Lucy looked through tear-filled eyes, the shine of the blade, the crimson color of blood. He had stabbed her. He flipped her over, the floor pressing mercilessly against her wounded stomach. She felt his breath on her neck. "You're a fighter little dead body."
Her shirt rode up, his grotesque fingers trailing over the curve of her back. "A fighter deserves a strong symbol." White hot pain erupted on her back once the blade pierced her skin. The sound of her flesh ripping made her stomach turn. She screamed .The pain-it was real, this was no nightmare. She was living a cruel reality. Black dots were started to fill her vision, dark crimson dripping from underneath and above her.
Oh Mavis there was so much blood.
Darkness. The pain was fading fast and it was getting hard to think straight. As Lucy's head dropped to the hard floor a single tear fell down her face, the cackling of her assailant the only thing left her senses could pick up. Yes, the darkness had finally saved her. She welcomed it. The pain was no longer there. She could rest now. The darkness could protect her while her mother could not.
~QOoOQ~
Her body trembled. The scar on her back burning like fire-again she had the nightmare. She would never be used to it despite the years that passed. The sight of her mother drenched in blood, eyes wide with horror. The sadistic psychopath, slowly walking to her; blade in hand. The sound of the knife ripping at her tender flesh. She grit her teeth and pounded her fist into the counter.
Don't.
Don't think about it.
Lucy splashed water onto her red face. Her brown eyes caught her reflection in the mirror, "how long had it been? Seven-no, eight years? Mavis it had been too long. She jolted at the sound of a loud bang. Was it him!? Her head whipped around, her clenched fist raised threateningly. "Lucy!" She sighed, no-why would he be there? He had disappeared-besides, he shouldn't know that she lived, right?
She blinked at her brothers, tilting her head to the side. They seemed worried. Her gaze flicked behind them. No father-of course, he was too busy. Why were they here? It was late? Lucy's eyes locked with her eldest brothers, "Laxus? Why are you holding a bat?" She turned to her other brother, "and Erik where are your clothes!?"
"We heard you scream!" Oh yes, she probably had. Watching blood pour down the crown of your mothers head would make anyone cry out. She trembled, her stomach turning queasy. Stop! They shouldn't have to hear it. It would be easier if she bared this burden alone. Lucy looked at the dark sky out her window, they should go back to sleep. Darkness would protect them at least.
Although it would torture her.
"Lucy?" She heard Erik call. "What's wrong?" They were concerned. Laxus' mother wouldn't want them to know nor would their Father. It was too gruesome a sight, too animalistic for either brother to hear come out of their baby sister's mouth. They wouldn't know. They shouldn't. The crimson blood. Oh Mavis the blood.
"What's that?" She turned her eyes toward the mirror where Laxus had pointed. There she saw a reflection of the scar across her back, exposed enough for both boys to see the reminder of her trauma .The sign of Leo the Lion carved into her back with the sharp tip of a knife. The tears spilt over, shocking her brothers. They hadn't seen her cry before. Only witnessing her blank and traumatic stare. She slid to the ground. They could see it. Her failure. She should have died like her Mama.
Her lip trembled as they hastily pulled her into a warm hugging. Whispering soothing words. Could she trust them? They were family right? She trusted her mother not to leave and she left? Could she do it again? No. Keep them out. You will hurt them. She couldn't. Her lips moved without permission, retelling the tale of her horror story experience. She closed her eyes, leaning into her brothers comforting embrace.
Crimson red.
Blood.
Oh Mavis the blood.
Her hands were not just dirty from allowing a psychopath to get the best of her. They were bloodied from her every thought of revenge. She would get him, before he could kill her first.
"Little girl spinning 'round and 'round~"
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'-Save Yourself if you can, because your God has a heavy hand.'
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Shattered-Nightmares712: Hey guys, so that's it, hopefully you found this interesting so far but if not then sorry cuz were just getting into everything before chapter one so yeah. As I said in the above comments it's been one year since I joined and I posted this to celebrate but it will take a long time for me to update this story so be patient with me! Also the song Lucy's mother sung I just made that up so sorry if it's not the best! The song before and after the chapter is called 'Savages' by Theory of a Deadman. Let me know what you guys thought and leave a review!
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