He could feel the vibrations of the bass from downstairs. . . he didn't mind it, it just made him more relaxed as it became harder to fight the losing battle of conciousness. His father was almost done with paper work as it was, all he had to do was stay awake now. He wouldn't have been in the situation if his mothers' conference hadn't over gone the time she was supposed to be home.

He didn't mind however, he spent hours at school only getting a handful of time with his father before the older man was on his way to work. He loved spending time with him, but deep in his gut, he knew he shouldn't have been there that night. So there he was ignorant to the world around him as he concentrated on the low bass below, doing everything in his power not to fall asleep.

How he wished it was all a nightmare.

He had nearly lost against sleep, nearly had given in, but a knock at his fathers door had him pull away from the darkness. He saw his father stand to answer the door as he switched sides of the couch to get a better view at who was at the door.

Just as his father had reached a hand to open the wooden door it was thrusted open with great strength, knocking his father to the ground as two large men forced their way in, dragging his father back to the front of his desk in the process.

"Mr. Fernandes, a pleasure to meet you." A lean man with white hair in a pompadour style entered the office, cleaning of siver designer glasses.

His father looked at the man with horrified eyes, struggling to free himself as the two brutes had him kneeling infront of their unsuspected guest.

"W-what are you he-here for?!"

To hear his fathers voice quiver from fright had Jellals own tiny beating organ to clench in painful fear. The three men hadn't noticed his presence, taking the opportunity, he slowly made his way down to the ground, sliding in the little space available to him under the sofa.

"I heard you partnered up with another company, when you so rudely refused my employer." Pulling out gloves he had dangling from his side pocket, he watched him with fear in his eyes as he slowly put them on. "I'm here to teach all those whom may or may not oppose us, a lesson for such an act."

His fathers chest moved at a rapid rate as they both saw the silver contraption being pulled out from the side of his coat. "Please! Stop! I'll do anything, anything your employer wants!"

The man had only cocked his head to the side as a sinister smile spread across his face. "There's nothing you have that could withstand such a humiliation you have caused to Him." He had pulled back the hammer of his gun, as he leveled it to his father's head.

He was scared, but it was his father. As he began to wiggle his way out the tight space, he froze from the yell.

"WAIT! MY SON! TAKE MY SON!" Jellal could only stare at his father in disbelief as he saw him quickly look between him and the man. "It's more than a fair trade!"

The man's hunched form as it steadily began to shake could be seen, before a full out laugh was heard. "You expect a child to be enough to save you!" Wiping away imaginary tears, he looked down at his father, "Your wife thought the same thing when we stopped by your home, only she had offered you up as well."

Without hesitation, he lifted his arm as he pulled the trigger. He saw his fathers head snap back from the force, he saw the blood and chuncks of flesh splatter on the hardwood floor. He watched as the man turned to exit but pause in slight shock to see him, but all he did was grin as he made his way out with his henchmen.

He didn't remember how long he had stayed like that, more than half his torso hiding under the seat while the rest with his head layed exposed. He could barely here the words coming from officers mouths as they pulled him out and placed him in an ambulance. He could barely recall being placed in the 'Tower of Heaven' adoption house, all he could recall . . .was the color,

scarlet.

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He had been there for 2 years, their adoption center was called the 'Tower of Heaven' for the angels they nurtured and cared for. How far from reality it truely was, the staff were demons, they had beat the children, starved them, had them work like animals. Few were ever adopted out of that hell.

She had been one of those lucky ones, but only after they had beaten her to the point of losing an eye.

He had spent that day in the cellar for attacking them just seconds after seeing her. 2 days with no food or water, just isolation to "think about" his actions. On the 4th day did they come in, . . . but not to realese him.

It was excruciating, being weak and malnourished, he could only scream and beg for them to stop.

But mercy was never given.

Hours later they had left him alone in the dark once again, his eyes dull with no more tears to shed with no more will to live. No one cared if he were to die, his mother and father were the first to sacrifice his life. So why continue to fight?

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He had been realesed from his solitude to clean the entire top floor with nothing more than a toothbrush. Sitting on his knees with one hand for support as the other scrubbed, his vision began to flicker in and out in his left eye. Shacking his head to clear his vision, the bandage on his right eye became undone from a corner.

Reaching a hand to cover it back up, he felt some wetness soaking into the bandage. Pulling it off, he stared at the now yellow, foul smelling cloth as his vision once again began to leave him.

Rising to his feet, he tried his best to make it to the restroom. Stumbling on the way and occasionally hitting a wall or side-table. He felt chilled but sweat poured down his face, his breathing became more rapid as if he was running a marathon. He could see the blur of the bathroom door, reaching a hand out to turn the knob, his strength left him as his vision finally gave way.

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He had been in the hospital for 3 days from a serious infection from the tattoo he had gotten above and under his right eye. That's what the staff had told the nurses and doctor, they didn't question his weight since loss of appetiate was a sign of infection.

No one questioned anything since the staff's lies were of logical explaination. So when they brought in his meals, he didn't touch them; when they tried to convince him, he would throw the things he heard other nurses say in their faces.

No one cared, no one wanted to help him! Save him! His parents had thrown him to the pack of wolves for their own skins! The wolves didn't even find him worth their time! The Tower of Heaven didn't care if he were to live or die! Even these nurses could careless, they only pretended to care!

It was time for the world to stop PRETENDING! He knew what people really thought, they didn't care but they had to play the role.

So in return, he gave the world what it wanted. He would speak of the rumors he heard when nurses thought he was asleep, he had over 12 different nurses since his admitting in the hospital. Late into the night he could hear them talk about him, "Did you hear what that little devil tell Vivi?" or "How can anyone want to adopt such a creature?" it was always along those lines.

But no one would ever tell him to his face, instead they would smile and tell him "Your doing great kid!" He had had enough, he just wanted to see the pain and anger on their face.

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It was his last day, his last day in that fake place. The doctor he had been seeing had been called away, so another doctor had been called in to check on him.

When he had first layed eyes on her, an overwhelming calm washed over him, as the anger and betrayal slowly dissapated.

"Hello Jellal, I'm Dr. Marvell but you can call me Grandine if you'd like." Her soft voice, and kind eyes had him overcomed with fear. He couldn't sense any ill will and yet he couldn't help but be reminded of the 2 people that were supposed to be like this women in front of him.

He felt his body shake in panick, he was just waiting. Waiting to be betrayed once again, in some form. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she took a step closer, arm extended.

As she brushed his hair back, he couldn't help but yell.

"Stop! I wanna live please!" even though she stood before him, all he could see was that man from his fathers office. Lifting his arms, he fought and kicked and yelled; doing everything he could to get away.

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Opening his eyes, looked around him and took in his surrondings. The room was dimly lit, looking towards the door he saw it was slightly opened. He sat up, reaching for the glass of water next to his bed. Placing it back, the noise became slighly louder, turning to the door he saw the same women from before looking down at a chart in her hands than looking up.

"Oh your awake." Again she gave him that smile that had his heart beating rapidly in fear.

Taking in his appearance and his clenching fist, Grandine took 3 steps back before speaking. Seeing his breathing return to normal she took it as a sign of comfort, "I had authoritez investigate your adoption center, after your episode." Again she noticed his quick breathing. "They placed your friends in other centers and some were quickly adopted."

"W-Why did you d-do that?" He tried to question her with anger and resentment but her eyes had him overwhelmed.

"Because what they were doing was inhuman." Her eyes were hard and angry but not with him. "To do such a thing to children deserves justice."

He felt the tears slide down from the corners of his eyes, how many times had he wished for the pain and suffering to stop? To see what people truly felt? To be cared about?

Seeing the tears, she took cautious steps towards him. Sitting at the very end to give comfort from her prescence, Jellal took the opportunity to embrace her as he let all his fears out, to show her how truly afraid he was.

All she could give in return were her tears as she returned the embrace.

An hour after she could hear his soft breaths and see his stain cheeks as he slept more calmly. Tucking him into his bed, she brushed his hair back as she gave a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Turning back just as she closed the door behind her, she looked at him once more.

"I'll make sure you get the life you deserve." As the door shut, Jellal couldn't help but smile.

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Opening his eyes from the sounds of banging on his door, Jellal rose from his bed to unlock it. Reaching a hand to turn the tiny switch on the knob, he turned his head to the calander near his door.

'4 years' She had taken him in 4 years ago as her own and had kept to her oath. To be woken up at such a foresaken hour couldn't stop the good mood he was in.

However, 3 bluenettes and a blond knocking his door from it's hinges and on top of him could. Glaring at the 4 girls he called sisters, he inhaled deeply to lecture them to only pause, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JELLAL-NEE-SAN!" Or perhaps it couldn't.

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Hey guys, I know I said it would have some of Juvia and I lied sorry! But it is longer -! I hope you enjoyed, I know it was a bit dark and all but it lead up to how I need it. Thanks for reading, don't forget to review and favorite!

Love,

Mother;)