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Talking"

"Thinking, Flashback, radio"

*Language switch*

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"Thank you for flying with us and welcome to London."

Exiting the plane with a smile, the young woman in her early twenties could barely contain her emotion of excitement, joy and relief.

She had done what not one of her kind has done before, at least not to her knowledge anyway. She had escaped form the country of Japan, more specifically Tokyo.

Now normally this wouldn't be a problem but the fact that she was a ghoul complicated things a bit.

You see Japan was currently in a form of lock down where none of the native citizens could leave the country unless they pass a test and all passengers were screened to prevent any ghoul from leaving the country.

She gave a scuff as she grabbed her carry-on bag full of her few personal belongings and a small suitcase that held a few cloths. The country had been trying to keep the existence of ghouls out of the world news and have been doing rather good job if she was completely honest.

When anyone asked too many questions about the heavy security or the walls surrounding the cities or how the country erased any and all mentioning of ghoul from online or the Government have absolute control of the media. They always claimed it was for national security.

"Besides, "she thought, "It wouldn't be good if the world knew that monstrous cannibals existed?" Now bitter as she walked through the airport with a faster pace.

"Miss. Jones? Miss. Jones!"

She kept walking, ignoring the voice behind her.

"Miss. Jones! Wait! Miss. Jones," came the voice again. It seemed to fallow her.

Why was the walking meal fallowing her and calling her Miss. Jo-

Rather abruptly she stopped as her eyes widened slightly.

She was Miss. Jones!

Turning around slowly, she spotted an older man, probably around his mid-thirties, pushing through the crowd towards her. Once he finally reached an appropriate distance, he seemed to catch his breath before talking.

"Elizabeth Jones?"

"Yes, may I help you?" she asked with a kind smile and a perfect British accent achieved by hours of practice.

"Umm yes, well," he stammered as he got a good look at her beautiful face before he turned professional, "My name is John, Miss. Jones, and I am a cab driver for the Beaumont Hotel. I am here to take you to your room."

Her smile became strained, not that he could tell, as she processed this. She didn't know she had a room. Why was it never mentioned? She didn't know if she had been there before or if she was expected to act a certain way. And what about this John? He obviously knew her well enough to recognize her by sight alone. This was not good.

"Umm… Miss. Jones?"

"Hn? Sorry. I was lost in thought and forgot about the arrangement." She hoped that her nervousness did not creep into her voice.

"No problem luv. It's been quite a few months since you last visited. Shall I carry your bags?" he asked extending his hand.

"If it isn't any trouble," she said with a sheepish expression as she handed him the suitcase while at the same time letting out a breath of relief.

"It's no trouble at all Miss. Jones."

She smiled sweetly, "Please call me Elizabeth."

"Lizabeth it is then."

She gave a small laugh into her hand as they began to walk.

She was safe... for now at least.

When his back was turned, she let her sweet smile turn into her more natural frown. Never in her life had she acted like this before and she hated it. Sure she had acted polite and socially acceptable before but to be so… so… this for a human? She felt dirty.

While she didn't particularly hate humans, she defiantly didn't like them. They were food. They were necessary. They were dangerous. And they were everywhere.

As they walked to the cab, she gave an inwards sigh. She knew her plan had been too easy.

Make it passed security

Board and exit plane

Start new life

Now, just at the beginning of step three, she had to act in an unsuspicious manner at a hotel that she seems to have stayed regularly at. And her current persona might be completely different from what the people were used to. She did know how she used to act around these people. Hell, she didn't even know who they where. So after a quick debate, she started to fish for information.

"Umm, Mr. John? How did you recognize me?" she asked with innocent curiosity. It didn't seemed that they were really close before since he kept being so formal and all.

He looked back at her in confusion, "You serious Elizabeth? All the staff knows who you are, or at least what you look like."

"Great," she thought with dread but kept it off her face, "I'm sorry Mr. John but I do not recognize you."

He gave a good-natured laugh as he turned his head forwards, "That doesn't surprise me in the least love. I've never been your cab driver. In fact I'm a little surprised you're even talking to me."

"Shit!" "Oh? Why is that?" She wasn't sure if she kept the suspicion out of her voice but Frank didn't seem to say anything.

"Well luv, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but you always seem to be going to those parties of yours, and you never really talk to the staff. Especially someone of my… um," he looked at his slightly worn cloths, "class."

Behind his back Elizabeth let her most worries relax away as he had unknowingly eased her some of her fears.

"Well I want to talk in English after being away so long."

He seemed to nod to himself, "I understand completely luv. Here we are."

Opening the cab door, he preformed an over exaggerated bow, "Your carriage Milady."

Inwardly glaring at the man in annoyance, she giggled softly in her had before preforming a curtsy, "Thank you fine gentleman." And with that she entered a surprisingly comfortable cab, admittedly. Though she thought that might be because she had just been on a twelve-hour flight.

She heard the driver side door open and close before they were on their way.

Quickly getting bored of watching old historic buildings pass by, she looked around her rather spacious compartment. Fabric seats, room to move around in and… is that a camera? Must be for security. She turned to look at her driver. She began to entertain the thought of just killing John, steal the car, and start her new life. But how to do it?

She could just stab him right now with her kagune but that would probably cause him loses control of the car, and getting in a car wreck was not how she wanted to spend her first day of freedom. No, it would be much easier and safer to murder him when was not driving. But how to get him out the car? Well he did seem attracted to her, it didn't seem like a stretch if she offered him something to get out of the car.

No, she couldn't do that. She may be a ghoul but she would never kill innocents like a monster… well… almost never.

"Luv? Lizabeth? Miss. Jones? Beautiful?"

The sound of his voice broke her out of her depressing thoughts, "I'm sorry. I wasn't listening."

"And she's back. Don't you worry 'bout it luv. I was just askin' what was it like in Japan? Never been myself."

Elizabeth was quiet as she thought of her answer. What was it like? She finally spoke after a minute or so.

"Rough."

"I beg you pardon?"

"It was rough over there, but it enjoyable."

"Hmm, interesting. Well thanks for the answer luv, I'll leave you your thoughts and let ya know when we arrive."

Elizabeth didn't give a reply as she eyes returned to the window not really watching anything, letting herself relax completely.

Now that she thought about it, this was the first time she got to relax in about twenty-four hours. Getting though security had been the most terrifying moments of her life, and the flight was a nightmare its self. Not only had that been the first time she's ever been on a plane but it was also a windy day so turbulence was everywhere. It succeeded in making her so paranoid that she almost revealed her kagune when the flight attendant surprised her.

So here she was, in a country that didn't know she existed, in a city where pretty much no one knew her and in a cab with a nice enough guy that told her that her freedom was pretty much assured.

As corny as it sounds, she couldn't help but think of her life before this moment.

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Rank: S

Name: N/A

Alias: Swan

Sex: Female

Age: N/A believed to be around twenty

Family: N/A

Kagune: Ukaku

Wards Sited: 1-19, 24

Description: Red hair, White Ukaku with pink tint, White swan mask, suspected swan themed calling card

Warning: Ghoul has years for experience and is suspected in the murder of several civilians, Yakuza, Rank Two and Three Investigators. Confirmed murderer of two Class One Agents.

Extreme caution is advised for Class One and below.

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Akame Mika stared at the latest addition of her wanted poster for a long time before she crumble it up and threw it into a pile where all her other wanted poster were.

"Make that three Class One Doves." She thought bitterly and turned her body on the bed to look over at her freezer where his remains where.

She wasn't even that hungry having eaten a full meal about a week age. She gave a sigh as she resumed looking at her dirty ceiling.

It was suppose to be a peaceful night. The moon was full, the sky was clear, and the street was somewhat quiet. And there she was, in her Swan outfit, just enjoying the moment in her special spot onto of the highest building in small area in the Ward 21.

She used to come up here with her Kaa-san when she was a kid before she had gotten killed. They would each wear their best kimonos and climb to the top of the tallest building around to watch the full moon whenever it was out.

This spot helped her remember the good times since they had used it more than any other. And with the moon so big and bright and the sky nearly clear, such peaceful nights like this were rare to come by.

But it seemed as if it wasn't meant to be, because right when she was about to fully relax, she was attacked by a Dove with an extreme passion. It turned out that that he was the son of a Class One Dove she had kill during her teen years and he wanted revenge.

She had tried many times to get the man to back down. It was supposed to be a night of peace and happy thoughts, but he wouldn't have it. And after dodging a swing of his quinque that tore her kimono, she finally had enough and went one the offensive.

The fallowing battle was challenging but not too difficult. Even though the Dove was a Class One, he was either new or sloppy with rage or both because, in her opinion, he was more like a Class Two. She was quickly able to overpower him within an acceptable time thanks to her fast but power attacks. It also helped that with each successfully dodged attack and blow that she landed, his anger made him more and more sloppy. But even if the battle wasn't that bad, it had destroyed the tall building that she loved and damaged much of the surrounding ones. And since it was abandoned in the older part of the city, it was not likely to be rebuilt any time soon.

And the bastard ruined her perfectly good kimono!

Once she had caught her breath, she could only feel pity as she stared at the body of the fallen foe. His death was so meaningless and, if the way he fought was any indication, so was his life. If she had to guess, she would say that the Dove had dedicated years to the moment in which they fought. Only to die in the end with his vengeance unfulfilled. How pitiful. The wanted poster he had of herself only seemed to only confirm her theory.

Once again, her time as a teenager was coming back to annoy her.

The sound of sirens approaching from the distance was enough to refocus her on her task. Quickly finishing her search, she found a wallet with his id and CCG card.

"Yep. Defiantly new." She thought as she took the cash and tossed the wallet aside.

Finding nothing else of interest, she destroyed the quinque and prepared to leave. Turning back around she took another look at the body, she gave a small shake of her head.

"It would be a shame to let is go to waste."

With practiced ease, she butchered the carcass and removed her favorite cuts: the arms, the legs, the heart, the back of the tongue, a few ribs, and an eye to snack on later. Now the man's death wasn't so pointless.

With her food secure, she made a quick sweep of the surrounding area. Finding nothing she thought that could trace back to her, she made her exit. Not even bothering to leave her calling card. And after taking the long way home in the 22nd Ward and preserving the meat, she rested on her bed where she was now.

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Was this was her life was now? Being forced to participate in a kill or be kill world just because she was born. Sure it she had fun in grade school killing every Dove she saw and loved the rush of adrenalin that was felt when she entered a win or die fight. But not so much anymore. Not that she regretted any of her passed action, she was proud of herself that she helped make her world a safer place, it is just that it is no longer fun, it was an annoyance.

Now that she was out of school and the rush she got from causing trouble has faded, she thought about was to become of her life. She was to be hunted for the rest of her life and any child she had would be hunted as well. She could not have that happen. Ever since her mother died, she had been living a life of constant surviving.

Everything had become clock work: wake up, move throughout the city to throw off any trails leading to her, if she was hungry then she'd kill some crook, try to avoid Doves, and then go to bed praying that the CCG didn't find her.

She didn't want that. She wanted to live, to not have to look over her shoulders all the time, to not worry about being reviled in the middle of the street. She wanted to choose when she was the predator, and never be the pray. She wanted to be safe, relatively speaking. She needed to get out of Japan.

The question was how? She knew that she wasn't the only ghoul that wanted to leave the country. They televised it every time a ghoul fails one of the security tests at the airport or when one was reveal inflight. It was a way to praise the CCG for being able to capture ghoul and a discouragement for ghouls that like her that wanted out.

But before she figured out a way to bypass security, she had to figure out where to go? Immediately she narrowed down her choices down to America, China, and England since she took both English and Mandarin in grade school.

After some thought, she crossed out China since they were still sour about when Japan invaded. Plus she was better with English anyway.

Rolling over on her stomach, Akame looked at her clock and seeing that it was already morning. Deciding to spend no more time thinking about it till she got some sleep, soon went to sleep with a new goal in mind.

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Over the next few weeks Akame had been busy trying to think of a way to get pass security. She figured that the test had to be simple enough to pass as normal and effective enough to catch most if not all ghouls.

Two other ways she could think of were giving a vaccine and human food. A vaccine, she figured, would be effective because a ghoul's skin is hard enough to withstand bullets, a regular needle would easily break. And it was simple to explain. And with the food, well, it was impossible for a ghoul to eat/drink anything that wasn't human or coffee. Any who tried would instinctively try to vomit or, if they could get passed the reaction, need to throw it up later. That is how she figured the ghouls where caught midflight… that meant there where Doves on the plane.

The food problem was somewhat easy to solve, as it was a fact that ghouls could train themselves to resist the need to vomit over longer periods of time but to go a full flight was unheard of.

Or so she thought.

After about a week of eating nothing but human food, worst week of her life, she tried eating human before a hamburger and found that while she still felt uneasy, she could go far longer without the need to empty her stomach.

The needle problem was a more challenging… a lot more painful.

The large number of RC cells within a ghoul's body gave their skin a major resistance to being cut or pierced. So much so that it could stop bullets. What she had to somehow do was control the cells in her body the same way she did her kagune so that her skin could be pierced by a needle.

It had taken her weeks to even make a little scratch, but she was making progress. Though she needed to get another knife since she had broken her newest one trying to stab herself.

While she spent most of her days at home practicing control over her body, she spent the nights at a popular English speaking bar tourist often used.

Using the persona of a Japanese student that wanted to perfect English as a second language, she quickly became popular among the patrons who enjoyed helping the cute asian girl. And with their help she was quickly completing her basic knowledge of the language.

Currently she was hiding outside the building with a good view of the entrance. If her suspicions were, then she might have found a way out of the country that had a very his success rate all thanks to a rather helpful man.

"Elizabeth-san, I love what you did to your hair. And I thought you Brits were too stuck up to do something like that."

Akame had to stop herself from lashing out when a man came up behind her and put his hands on her curvy waist. She quietly groaned as the man obviously mistaken her for someone else and if her enhanced sense of smell was correct, then he was also a little tipsy.

But since she was having a somewhat good time, she decided to have some fun with the man. Turning towards the man, he looked like he was of Japanese decent but was not raised in country based on his accent, probably American.

She gave him a confused look and spoke in her best British accent, "Who are you?"

"Oh don't be like that babe, you know me. You remember, I said that I would show you around the city after I got your cab."

"Oh I'm sorry, I woke up this morning with a splitting hangover. I'm afraid I don't remember much of yesterday."

With that she turned back around ignoring the man as he tried to get her attention, thinking about the new information she got and trying to decide if she would act on it or not.

And there she was. Same eyes same, same face, same height. And she had the same body. The only different that that she could tell from her hiding spot was that this she had black hair while she, Akame, had red.

She couldn't believe it, one that the words of a drunk were correct, she finally had a way out.

She could feel something rise up within her chest. She'd felt it before when she could finally hold food down for twelve hours or, even greater, when she cut herself with a knife.

But this? This was a feeling that was ten times as great as the other two combine. All she had to do was learn enough of her personal information.

…

And to do that… she would need to interrogate her.

And once she had enough information, she could be free and never worry about the CCG again as long as she was careful.

But to be perfectly safe, she would need to tie up loose ends.

Akame didn't like the feeling of dread that replaced what could only have been hope.

Say what ever you want about Akame Maki. Read all the reports that the CCG has on Swan. Listen to whatever negative propaganda about ghouls there is.

Despite whatever you say, hear, or read; few things about her are true. But one that is completely accurate is the fact that she had never harmed anyone innocent.

Now her version of innocent is different than most. For her innocent is anyone not harming, interference, or threatening her life.

That is why her victims had always been big time crooks, over violent gangs, and, of course, Doves and she was always proud of that fact.

Even when she was young and went 'Dove Hunting', she always picked target that killed ghouls that just wanted to live in peace like the group of 'Corpse Eaters' in Ward 20.

Now that could change. But could she do it? Could she really kill an innocent just to better her own gain?

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"Yes. Yes I could."

Because from the moment she was in her line of sight, the girl was no longer innocent.

"She is harming my moral code."

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"She was interfering with my chances of getting out of the country safely."

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"And… And… And she threatened my future."

She knew that the last one was the weakest of the three but she needed something to get rid of the feeling she was feeling. The feeling didn't go away much, but it did enough.

So she stayed in her spot, always watching the entrance of the bar for the woman to emerge.

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"That's it! No more!"

"Aw come on. Pwease jus one mooore."

"No! You said that five drinks ago. You know what, I'm not dealing with this. I'm gone."

"WAA? Bou u can't weave me."

"The hell I can. I'd drop your ass off in a river if it meant saving my wallet." And with that he was gone, slamming the door behind him as he went.

"Wai! Come back, who's gonna buy meh drinks?" she yelled after him in a slur.

She looked at the bartender and gave him a saucy grin. Her hands went up her body until they reached her breast. She began to push them up with one hand and while the other began to play with the bar tender's chest.

"Wha' bout you?"

The tender gave her a deadpan look.

"No."

And with that, he left, going to the other side of the bar for costumers.

"Aww." She pouted.

Her eyes scanning the room, she saw no one was paying any attention to her. With an over dramatic sigh, she down the rest of her sake, loved that stuff, and left the bar with rosy cheeks and a stumble or two as she walked.

Looking at the sky, she smiled as she tried to remember the way back to her hotel.

Yep, Elisabeth Ann Jones at age twenty-two was lost and drunk in the streets of Japan and she couldn't be happier.

Being the daughter of a Japanese woman and a British business tycoon, she grew up in a world of money and beauty but that came at the price of being the prim and proper daughter that her parents forced her to become. She never liked all the dressing up or the overly polite attitude but being able to get what ever she wanted with just a 'please' and 'thank you' had it's perks.

That was her life until about two years ago when Mr. and Mrs. Jones where killed by a drunk driver. Since she was an only child that meant that all of her family's money went to her to do with as she pleased.

And it pleases her to party and travel the world. She'd already danced with the Irish; won big in Vegas, and out drank a Russian. Now her bucket list had dropped her in Japan and she loved it.

Now she was heading to her nice hotel, she thought, she had spent the whole night drinking for free because some bloke fell for her looks, and she still had a few weeks to tour the city before her flight back to London.

And when she got back she would… she would… her mind was too fuzzy to think that far ahead.

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She was going to have a killer hangover in the morning, wasn't she?

Yes, yes she would and it would be worst–

Her thoughts were halted as something collided with her head sending her into blissful unconsciousness.

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Akame rubbed her fist as she looked at the unconscious form of her target. She had been trying to lower the RC cells in her skin for so long that she forget to raise them again. Punching something Hurts.

But she could worry about that later, right now she had to get to her safe house nearby before anyone saw her.

Lifting up the body with easy, she jumped away though the night.

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Elizabeth let out a groan as pain exploded in her head.

"Arugh, I'm never drinking again. Ow ow. Why does my head hurt so much?"

Elizabeth made to move her hand to her head but she couldn't.

"What the? Are my hands tied?"

She tried again but her hands were very secured but what felt like rope.

"This is weird. I didn't going home with anyone last night, did I? And why is it so dark?"

She opened her eyes but the lighting didn't change. She felt her eyelids open so why could she not see? Was something covering her…

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"Oh fuck. Oh Fuck! OH Fuck! OH FUCK!"

She was blindfolded

"OH FUCK!"

Her hands were tied behind her back.

"OH FUCK!"

She tried to stand but found her legs were tied to the chair legs.

"OH FUCK! OH GOD PLEASE NO!"

"HMM! HMMHMH! HMHMHMMM!" her mouth was covered.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!"

She felt her blind fold start to moisten as the tears finally came.

She was in an unfamiliar place. Her eyes were covered. Her limbs were tied. Her mouth was closed.

Her hangover was long gone, but the pain on her head remained, as she came to the only logical conclusion.

She. Was. Kidnapped.

She had to escape. She had to get out of here. But her hands were tied to tight, as were her legs.

She tried to throw her body weight around, but the thing she was sitting on must have been bolted to the ground, as it didn't move.

She had to escape but she couldn't.

"At least my clothes are still on. … I have to get out of-"

The sound of a door opening was echoing through her skull.

Were footsteps always that loud?

What was that thumping? It was louder that the footsteps.

Then footsteps stopped, but the thumping did not.

…

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"We are in a near sound proof building in one of the sparsely populate areas in the Ward. No one is coming for you. I'm going to remove the tape around you mouth. If you scream you will be hurt. Nod if you understand." The female voice, cold and detached, but at least it as in English.

"OH FUCK! OH GOD! OH GOD!" the thought, but gave a shaky nod anyway.

She felt the tape slowly be pulled from her mouth and as soon as it was gone, she screamed.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! HEL-"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the building. The sudden pain had stopped Elizabeth mid word. It felt like she was hit with a pan.

"Shut up. I told you not to scream. No one can hear you and even if they did, no one would care in these parts. I don't want to hurt you more than necessary, but I will if I have to. So do as I say." Not only was the voice now cold, detached, and annoyed.

"Disobeying the kidnapper, not the best idea."

Elizabeth gave another shaky nod and didn't scream.

"Are, ar- are you going to k-k-kill me?" she asked. Her voice barely about a whisper

"… Yes."

That single word caused her to go deadly pale and caused her to shake uncontrollably.

"OHMYGOD!I'MGOINGTODIE!I'MGOINGTODIE!IDON'TWANTTODIE!"

"Oh calm down will you. I'm not going to do it now."

"OHMYGOD!I'MGOINGTODIE!I'MGOINGTODIE!IDON'TWANTTODIE!"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh ones again echoed throughout the building.

"Better?"

Elizabeth gave a nod not trusting her voice to work.

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*Fuck. I can't go on like this*

Elizabeth felt a pair of hands on the side of her head. She felt the cloth over her eyes start to move. She could finally see where she was, and could tell the police what her kidnapper looked like.

Herself?

"This has to be a dream. It can't be real. She looks almost exactly like me."

The only main difference was that she looked slightly older than herself and had red hair instead of black.

Then her current predicament came to mind.

"Please don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. Please. I'll do anything." She begged.

The woman frowned, closed her eyes and shook her head.

"What I want is to get out of this country." Elizabeth couldn't tell but she to detect a bit of sadness in her voice.

"I can arrange that. I have enough money and I could give it the right person."

"Sadly that won't work."

"How won't it work? All you need is a passport. Please I don't want to die."

Her near twin was silent for a time as she stared at her person. They looked into each other's eyes and Elizabeth could see something akin to pity, sympathy, or sadness.

"Do you know what I am?" The woman asked in a small voice.

"A crazy kidnapper?" Elizabeth shook her head.

Sighing, the woman got up form the seat and stood in front of her.

She could only stare in horror and amazement as two white wings emerged from her back.

"Beautiful. Is she some kind of angel?" she thought, unknowingly also saying it out loud.

Then her eyes shifted to those of the woman's eyes and she felt her heart stop.

Even though she had only been here a week, she had heard plenty of stories of the people with the red eyes or kakugan, as the native called it. How they were monsters in disguise, waiting to eat humans.

"Are you going to eat me?" If she was scared before, she was utterly terrified now.

The woman flinched and retracted her wings. She shook her head no.

"Then why am I here?"

Then it hit her. Her kidnapper kidnapped her near twin and has kept her alive only to kill her later.

"You're going to steal my life?!"

She gave a sad smile, "Only for a little while."

"Well you can forget it and just kill me now. I will never allow a murderous monster like you loose on the world so that you could kill all the people you want. You bitch, you're no better than rabid animals, all of you are better off dead! DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ALL THE PEOPLE YOU KILL? EVERYONE YOU HURT?! YOU MONSTEROUS BIT-"

The force of the slap was enough to dislocate her jawbone. Wide-eyed form the shock and pain, she looked at her captor whose bangs covered her eyes.

"How dare you." She said in a whisper. Rising up from her position, the woman walked to the far wall in front of her.

"How dare you act so high and might. You damned human. How dare you act like every ghoul is a monster while humans are holy and righteous."

She made a fist with her had and punched a beam of industrial grade steel that was on the wall.

Elizabeth felt her bladder give a little as the woman not only bent the beam around her fist, but she also didn't show any sign of pain from the action.

"But since you do… let me burst your perfect little bubble."

Her abductor yanked her hand from the steel and whirled around to face. She began to walk towards her slowly, as if she was a predator stalking its prey.

She was a predator stalking its prey.

"Have you ever been surrounded by people who hate you, but didn't know it? People who you gladly see you dead for no real reason at all? Have people who didn't know you were there ever talked about you so badly that you wanted to kill yourself? Have you ever went to bed at night not knowing if you would wake up the next morning?"

By this point the woman was nearly on top of her, and she was visible shaking.

"HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A FOUR YEAR OLD CHILD MURDERED IN FORNT OF YOU AND COUNTRY PRAISED THE MURDERER?! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ENTIRE FAMILIES BUTCHURED AND THEIR ORGANS HARVESTED?! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SOMEONE PUT IN CAGES, ONLY TO HAVE THEIR FAMILY MEMBER BE TORTURED IN FRONT OF THEM WHEN THEY TRIED A RESCUE?! HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN ENTIRE ORGANIZATION MADE TO KILL YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE BORN?!"

She went silent and looked at her as if waiting for an answer but Elizabeth didn't have one. Whether it was because her jaw hurt too much to move, she was too scared to speak, or that humanity was so cruel, Elizabeth did not answer.

"No? Didn't think so. So shut the fuck up and stop talking as if you know everything."

She sat back down in her chair. She seemed to have calmed down but her eyes still held their glare.

"You called me a murderous monster, I guess in a way I am. You asked if I cared about the people I killed, and the answer is no I don't. And you want to know why?"

Elizabeth was still.

"Because every single person that I've kill was worst than a monster. They were murderers. They were rapist. They were slave drivers. They were terrorists. They were the monsters that you humans ignore but it seems it takes one to know one."

The woman was silent as if she was thinking.

"You know what? I don't care what you think in that hypocritical head of yours, but let me tell you this. I've never killed anyone innocent and right now, I don't think I will care when I do my first and only."

…

…

"Why me?" It hurt so much to talk but Elizabeth just had to ask.

"Why? Because I want to be safe. I don't want to worry about being killed. Or have to worry the same with any of my future children. Hell, I doubt I'll even make it that long. So I have to leave. "

"That is where you come in. You see in order to leave the country you need to pass these test that determine if you are a ghoul or not. The government doesn't want us outside the walls and check all information about ghouls so that there are not leaks."

"So that's why." Before she could enter the country, Elizabeth had to sign all these papers saying she wouldn't talk about anything severe that happened on the trip.

"Anyway, these test are said to be a lot easier for foreigners since it is highly unlike that a ghoul would come back into the country, if one ever made it out."

The woman stood up again but this time she saw that her nails had turned to claws. As she was now behind her, Elizabeth began to shake.

"This is it. I'm going to die. I'm going to… What?" the tightness around her limbs vanished.

Moving her hand in front of her face, Elizabeth saw red skin from where the ropes are. Standing up, she turned and faced the kidnapper with caution.

"There is food in the corner and a bathroom over there. Nothing here can be used to kill yourself easily or painlessly so don't even try because I'm leaving with or without your help. At least this way your life has meaning. Also I am an S ranked ghoul so nothing you can do can hurt me. I'll be back in tomorrow morning."

She opened a door she had not seen before and walked out.

"Oh and … My name is Akame Maki… I guess you deserve to know that much."

And she was gone. Bolting the door as she went.

Alone. Terrified. Confused. Emotional. Elizabeth walked over to a corner, crouched down, and cried.

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Akame left her safe house in a hurry.

That did not go as planned but then again she didn't have a plan. Either way that could of gone well.

She was partly to blame. She didn't mean to blow up like she did, but the things Elizabeth had said had struck a nerve. It hurt that that was the general perception of ghouls. But at the same time she could understand. Most if not all ghoul that are shown to the public are monster in every since of the word. She had always tried to be better so it hurt to be compared to them. It also didn't help that the one saying it was going to be her first innocent kill.

But she had to do it, but that didn't she wanted to, or that she wanted to deal with it right now.

Now that she was home, the stress of the day came to her.

Alone. Angry. Stressed. Emotional. Akame walked over to her bed, laid down, and cried.

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And that's that for this chapter and it was longer than I had planned. The next chapter will be a continuation of the prologue.

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