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i don't own fairy tail

"Mommy! Mommy! Is that boy dead?!" The chunky girl dressed in an elegant dress asked as she tug on her mothers sleeve.

Alzack sat on the ground with his back pressed up against a random building. He wore the same sweaty clothes he had on days before and had not eaten much in months. This is how his life had been since he left home a year ago. He had his eyes closed to pretend he was sleeping because he grew tired of seeing scared pedestrians look at him with horror and empathy as he opened his eyes.

"Oh hunny," The woman looked to her husband with a whine. "Let's bring him some food, he looks exhausted."

The husband grumbled something then Alzack felt a bag drop on his lap. When he was sure the family had left he opened the bag to reveal a slim piece of bread. He didn't mind how little he had been given, he was just thankful to be able to eat something for the first time since Sunday.

The site of the food had made his mouth water and his stomach to grow queasy. He had become so accustomed to starving that he occasionally threw up the much needed food he rarely got.

When Alzack took his first bite of the bread, much against his bodies will, he was reminded of home. Nana always made sure i had a full stomach. Even when we fought, it was settled over a nice meal and gentle conversation. Alzack pushed that thought away instantly after it came to his head. Thoughts like that weren't going to change the past. They weren't going to fill his stomach. They weren't going to fix his broken heart.

After the last crumb was gone, Alzack looked down at his bony hands. He had lost weight so quickly and his bones now protruded out of his wrists, neck and rips. He had one glimpse of himself within the past month and he was so horrified he vowed to never look in the mirror again. Atleast not until things got better.

With a sigh, he stood and adjusted his deceased father's poncho. He has changed his clothes as often as possible but that one belonging stayed on him. It brought him comfort and heat through the night, It brought back memories that warmed his cold heart through the day.

Alzack began making his way into the busy town to once again beg for spare jewel or food.

"Bisca, hunny, put the shotgun away. It's time to ride into town." Mama screamed to me.

I spoke to no one in particular, "Requip!" to send my gun to my storage dimension. I had only three guns. One of them was a magic pump action shotgun and the other two were both Magic Machine guns. The machine guns were new and i didn't have enough magic in my body to operate them yet. My uncle and dad thought they would be a good present for my 10th birthday since I've taken such a liking to guns.

At first target practice was a chore, my dad forced me to start shooting to protect myself. He told me "I won't always be here and you need to learn to defend yourself from this horrible world."

My parents are realists, therefor I'm well educated on this world and the horrors that take place daily. It's a little sad to think that a 10 year old looks at strangers and automatically thinks of what they are capable of doing and how to stop them if they come at me. But that's my life and I'm glad I'm not a helpless little girl who hides behind her family.

"I'm coming Mama!" I yelled back as i ran to meet her. As i got closer I noticed Mama was only getting two horses ready. "Daddy's not coming?"

She shook her head and her dark green hair bounced around. "No, he's busy with work." I looked over to the barn and caught him chasing around a pig in pursuit of catching it. Both Mama and I laughed when he fell face first into a puddle of either manure or mud.

"Bye Daddy!" I yelled when he looked up to meet our staring eyes. "Good luck!" I chuckled as i jumped onto my horse Nash. I pet Nash's mane and looked over to see Mama repeating my action with a grin on her porcelain face. She and Daddy loved each other so much, it was beautiful to see how they lightened up when the other was near.

I hope i fall in love like that some day...

Mama clucked her tongue and her horse started trotting. I fallowed her lead and continued to run my fingers through my horses mane. Nash was so soft. I had owned him since he was born. Mama's horse Fiona and Daddy's horse Sako had ended up having a baby right when i was born so they decided to raise the colt along side me. Since i can remember I was caring for the beautiful beast.

The ride to town was quick and quiet. Not an uncomfortable silence though, Mama and I were so used to each other's constant company that we had a quiet understanding. She was usually silent when Daddy wasn't around, not because she was upset but because she didn't have much to say. There wasn't much going on in our lives that didn't involve one another or the farm. Except mine and my Daddy's appreciation in Magic Guns.

"Have you gotten to shoot your machine guns?" Mama suddenly spoke.

Nash trotted to go along side her and Fiona. "Not yet Mama," I answered quickly. I was ashamed that Papa could but i couldn't. What kind of Gunner can't even shoot a strong gun?

She looked over and gave me her world famous smile. That smile had made every person she met fall in love with her, It was the smile of a kind and caring yet dangerous woman. It was the smile that won over my Daddy. "You'll get it soon enough, you probably just need a push to make it happen."

A push? What is that suppose to mean?

I just nodded my agreement and continued on to town.

"We don't want beggars like you in our town!" A boy screamed as he pushed Alzack down to the ground once again.

Alzack was just doing his regular routine. Wake up-eat if he had food-walk to town-start begging for spare jewel or food-find a corner to fall asleep at-go to sleep-repeat.

But today was different than usual. A gang of boys a little older than him had run up and started bullying him for being poor and a 'burden on the town.' At first they just verbally abused him but then it quickly changed when the leader of the group walked up and punched him in the face. The boy's then started spitting on him until he stood back up. Every time he fell he would jump back up and stand to face them. Even as the group surrounding them doubled then tripled in size. Even as the pedestrians cheered and chanted along saying the same hurtful things as the boys, Alzack wasn't ever going to back down.

I wont resort to my gun's unless my life's in danger. I wont repeat what happened with the Sheriff...

"I wonder what the commotion is about." Mama wondered aloud as we walked through the town with our horses at our heels.

I looked over to fallow her gaze and saw a crowd of over 30 people shouting at a small group of boys. I couldn't see past the boys but they faced away from the crowd and took turns swinging at something.

Before i even knew what i was doing, I dropped the rope i used to lead Nash and sprinted toward the group. I struggled to push through the crowd of adults because everyone was fighting to get a front row seat of the boy's who lie ahead.

Once past the ring of strangers I stood there for a moment and glared in horror. How can people be so terrible to another person?

The boy spoke up, "Don't make me hurt you!" He jumped to his feet and put his hand on a gun holster that was attached to his hip.

I then understood what was happening. This boy was a beggar and these boy's were beating him up and he was about to pull a gun on them. I can't let that happen..

"Freeze right there! All of you!" I screamed. All boys looked at me with their hands up. When they saw who i was, the group who was bullying the boy started laughing.

The leader, a bigger boy with blond hair hidden under a brown cowboy hat, walked up to me and snickered, "You want some of this, Girl?!"

I just smiled in turn and yelled "Requip!" making a Pump Action Shot Gun appear in my hands. I pointed the gun at the leaders face then asked, "Want some of this Little Boy?"

Two boys on either side of him stepped up to protect their friends but he held up a hand to stop them. Next thing i knew, there were two Magic Pistols pointed at both boys heads.

The leader then spoke, "Here, let's leave them alone. They can't fight with fists so they resort to Guns. Pathetic." All of the other boys laughed along with him then turned to walk away.

The now quiet crowd moved to let the group of boys walk through. Once out of sight the crowd slowly died in numbers until it was just me and the boy.

I pointed my gun down to the ground and smiled, "Hi, my name's Bisca Mulan, what's your name?" When i stretched my other hand out the boy turned and sprinted away from me.

"Bisca! Bisca!" Mama yelled as she ran up to me. I was still standing there watching where the boy ran off to. I don't understand what scared him to make him run that fast. "Don't you EVER run off like that again! Do you hear me Bisca?!" Mama continued as she wrapped her arms around me.

"What's wrong Mama?"

"I was scared because i couldn't see what was happening! I didn't know what was going to happen to you and I didn't like it! What if they hurt you?! I'd end up in prison if my baby girl got hurt!" She frantically searched my body for any indication of me a wound.

"I'm fine Mama!" I laughed as she pulled me into another hug.

Why did i run away? I'm pathetic..

Alzack played the scene in his head again. The beautiful girl-Bisca was her name- yelled something and weld a shotgun that had the same magic qualities as Alzack's pistols.

She was gorgeous.. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He pushed his back against a wall and slid down while placing his head in his hands. When he shut his eyes he only saw green. The same color as her silky hair.

Why was he so stuck on her? She looked so fierce as she held a gun to that boy's head. The way she smiled with the shotgun in her hand made me melt...