Nya~ Bonjour! CHAPETER 2 woop woop.
4 people in black cloaks. A girl about my age with long twin tails, another boy about my age with red hair and an eye patch, an old man with markings similar to a panda, and a boy with white hair like that of an old man appeared.
"Che," I hissed and reloaded.
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"Woah. You see that?" Lenalee gasped and stopped walking.
"Eh?" I squinted my eye and attempted to see what she was seeing. She grabbed my head and pointed me in the direction of a boy about our age. "Woah. Yeah. Who's that, Bookman?"
No answer. We all sat silent and looked at him. He seemed to notice. He moved his fingers as if he was a cowboy about to draw his gun. In a matter of seconds two pistol-like guns appeared in the boy's hands and he aimed them towards us. Alan gasped and his eye took the formation that it usually did when we saw accuma. "Just a normal kid." Everyone deactiviated their weapons and stood up straight.
"Innocence," Bookman whispered.
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I slowly walked toward the group of 4 glowing lights. The lights brigtened as I got closer. "Che. They're activating it." Assuming they had guns as I did, I retracted my guns and allowed the air to form in my palms. I brought my vision back into normal focus and studied the girl was terrified, obiously. The old panda-like man was neutral and studied me. The boy with the eyepatch gasped and the boy with the white hair squinted as if he was confused.
I stopped a few feet from the group and attempted to manage a 'hello.' The girl cut me off between the "el" and the 'o.'
"How?" She whispered softly.
"He's like Alan. His innocence is paracitic," the old man replied.
Innocence? "How did he have guns like an acuma, though? They looked so real."
The old man shrugged and patted her on the shoulder. "I guess that's just it's ability."
'Innocence? Acuma? My guns... What?"
"Innocence?" I repeated my thoughts aloud.
Everyone looked at me with wide eyes as if they didn't know I could speak. "Acuma?" I shook when I spoke. "They have names?" Chills went down my spine and I yelled. "TELL ME. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?" I stood my ground and tears streaked my face. "I want answers..." I fell to the ground and sat on my feet. I dug my hands into the dirt. I'm going to get answers. I'll know what my mother was before she died, what she was before I had to kill her. They have to know.
I hope they know.
