A/N: Hi guys thank you for reading and for the awesome reviews 3 I'm not a nurse or anything so I don't know if my medical analysis is correct, any comments would be greatly appreciated! Xx 😁

"HAPPYYYYYY!"

That was what she had repeated over and over again, it seemed to be the only word she had been capable of screaming since the awful spectacle. The only other sounds ricocheting off the Guilds walls had been sniffling, sobbing and whispered conversation. The grim Master had had his arms crossed over his stomach and his old, weathered face had contained his despair filled eyes which had eventually flickered to Lucy. He'd appeared more somber than he had a few seconds previously as if her presence had made it all the more heartbreaking.

"Laxus...Gajeel...please escort Lucy to a room..."

Both had nodded and moved to help her up on either side without protest. Lucy had let them haul her to her weak legs before shock had been replaced with desperation, melancholy and a simmering anger. They both had held her back with their arms around her waist, away from the dreadful sight of their lost companion lying on the rickety wooden table. She'd struggled against them, reaching out and wanting to shake Happy awake, to see his impish grin as he told her how much of a ugly crier she was, how big her chest had gotten, that one day it'd suffocate someone or even just a remark on a new fish delicacy he had discovered. Anything.

The other mages were grim as they'd listened to her cries and her shouts directed at the deceased feline and had felt fresh tears fill their own tear ducts. The two guys had hauled her upstairs and into a spare room where they silently muttered their condolences before they'd slipped away, and shut the door softly behind them.

Any attempts at comforting Lucy had failed just as much as trying to get her to calm down had. She just sat on the bed, hugged her knees to her chest and slowly rocked back and forth, a wild look in her eyes. They darted around the room unseeingly and incomprehensible words escaped her lips. Black mascara had mixed with her tears and slid down her cheeks leaving a dark trail. Almost all of her twenty nails were bitten down.

She'd heard the thudding of their footsteps as they'd returned to the rest of the Fairy Tail members and the murmurs of subdued conversation.

Alone, Lucy let the droplets of her tears continue to fall.

~Meanwhile~

Below the stairs, all was silent. You could've heard Natsus scarf drop. If he had been there. Nobody moved, all continued to stare at the table with the victim before the creaking of the door interrupted the respectful silence. It sounded too loud for the somber setting.

Porlyusicas wrinkled face appeared along with her fading pink hair and red cloak which swished in after her. As always, she looked angry and her deep red eyes showed a lack of compassion. Her thin mouth was set in a firm line. One thing you coul count on with this lady was that she got straight to the point.

"Am I too late Makarov?"

This seemed to be a rhetorical question as she didn't wait for his answer but pushed through everyone to reach the table. The Master nodded anyways. She looked upon the unfortunate cat and pursed her lips, the only sign showing that she was either angry or upset, possibly both.

"Everyone go home this instant. I hate the smell of humans. Especially when I'm trying to focus on my work."

Everyone hesitated, glancing at each other before focusing on the master and silently waiting for his answer. They were uncertain whether to stay or to follow her harsh orders. Makarov nodded at them all slightly and with that they began to file out through the door, into the darkness with the rising level of chatter and sniffling accompanying them.

Porlyusica straightened the body, pulling out the large thorn and examined him, opening his closed eyes, bending closer to examine the grooves in his skin, squeezing bones to see if they had been smashed or broken, and brushing her hand over his wings. A basic examination. She didn't use magic unless there was a mysterious cause of death or there was the possibility of saving a life. Neither of the two were the case here. It was too late.

"The small bones in his wings have been snapped by inhuman pressure, the missing flesh of his ear was definitely bitten by what looks like human teeth, the thorn through his pad on his left paw was shoved through once, pulled out and then pushed back through numerous times to make the hole larger, the left kneecap has been shattered, the gouges in his skin have been carved with a thin, sharp rounded object, just scratching the top three millimetres of skin, and..." At this, Porlyusica opened Happys mouth and sniffed twice before straightening once again. "...by the stench of his mouth, it had been a while since he had taken in any solid food." She listed these off matter-of-factly as if she were writing a shopping list.

Having completed her purpose, she slipped her arms back into her sleeves and gazed upon the once perfectly healthy talking cat pitifully and shook her head before focusing her attention on the Master as if waiting for an explanation.

"What is happening Makarov?"

The Fairy Tail master contemplated the question gravely and stroked his moustache. It was a tough question and he had been blaming himself since the tragedy occurred. Feeling it's weight, he pulled up a chair and sat down heavily.

"Approximately three months ago, two of our mages, Natsu and Happy took a job like they always do. Nothing was out of the ordinary, they were perfectly well and...alive...It should've been a five minute job but after the second month of their absence, I sent Lucy and Erza to find out what was taking them so long and if they needed assistance but neither of them were to be seen. Discussing the matter with the employer, they were informed that they'd left after only being there a few days. We tried tracking them, looking at cameras, asking around town if anyone had seen them but the results were null. They'd gotten on the train but never got off. Then tonight happened. A solid thump on the door announced someone's arrival but once the door was opened, the only thing to be seen was..." He waved his hand towards the table before returning to worriedly rubbing his forehead.

"Mysterious. The fire dragonslayer never goes anywhere without his companion, does he not?"

"Never, they're basically inseparable. Nor would he ever let any harm come to Happy. Only over his own dead body." Makarov winced at his own choice of words.

"So why did this happen? Why didn't his friend protect him and most important of all, where is he now?"

The Master stood and headed for the Guilds bar, asking the same questions himself. He needed a drink. What was Natsu doing? What had happened in the past three months? Who or what is strong enough to keep Natsu from saving his best friend? Most important of all, why did he now have a dead body on his hands?

He came up with no answers.

"I don't know but I don't like this Porlyusica, I can feel it, something dark is waking up. Everything feels tense as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for something big to kick off"