Chapter Two – Getting Caught

Clip clop. Clip clop. Distorted noises that I can barely manage to make out. Faces. Everywhere. Are they human, or...? Can they be Akuma? What an improbability. Akuma were once human, too... though, look. Right there's a killer. They think they'll get to me too? Ha ha... as if. Just a mere step closer to me and I can kill them at my will. And it's not like I need them to be alive. They're probably all after me. The lot of them! My eye says they're not akuma... but how, oh how do I know that the Noah didn't put me to sleep and figure out a way to change it's function so that it only says something is a human when it's an Akuma? It would make sense, as the whole time I was in that... place, I couldn't see from this eye. I couldn't even talk about my innocence, or I would be tortured. More than normal.

Innocence.

I can use my innocence.

They're getting closer. I want to use it, but... but there's something; a feeling that won't let me. It's telling me that I shouldn't do it. I can't do anything to stop it. Maybe it's me being afraid again. Maybe my innocence can sense that the sane part of me doesn't want me to kill them. It won't let me do anything. I don't blame it. I wouldn't want to obey a half-hearted master either. Closer. I can make out their figures now. They all have this... this look on their face! It's annoying! It's like the look Tyki had when I lost my innocence. And I don't mean my weapon. I don't want to see them. It hurts. Make it stop.

Rumors.

Whispers.

Laughter.

All that damn laughter! Not toward a joke, unless the joke was the teenager that's got the crazy look in his eye, with a deformed arm and a curse mark on one eye.

Choppy. I can't think with them looking at me like that.

He's so deformed!

Stop it.

Shh! He's still a child!

Stop it!

And how cute, whoever his master is, decided his days as a monster were over! Whoops, not quite!

"Shut up!" I felt around me for something sharp. Nothing. The only thing that was around me was a building, and a window. With my "deformed" arm, I smashed it, and took a piece of the glass.

Is he okay?

Ew, no! He's so gross looking!

I lost it. I stabbed her in the leg. "Don't touch me! Don't come near me!" I panicked.

"Well fine. I'm sorry for missing my best friend." Glance. I know this voice.

"Behind you." I turned around, and there he was. I can smell the blood on me. Regardless, Lavi helped me up, and took me to the hospital in the Black Order Headquarters. White. Too white. But it doesn't matter. I'm sitting here, trembling, watching everything they do to me. Every move they make is recorded, only for me to access some unknown amount of time later. There was something sharp in his hand. I. Went. Berserk. It was then that the doctor took me out of the room (had Lavi remove me, actually) and told Lavi what he thought.

Losing to my rage is happening easily now. I have to try to stay calm.

End Chapter.

Begin author's notes. Yes. I think this is one of the shortest stories I have done in awhile. Which is weird. But whatever, I have to update Picture Perfect, and a whole bunch of stuff. And prepare for my contest~ Lala. La~ I hope to see many entries when I start it!