Challenge Level!

Raining. Is that what happens will all beat-downs? The whole entire country rains? I sigh and move from wall to wall, peering out corners. May I say this takes longer than necessary, mostly because someone called the facility. Trucks and tanks roll down the streets, making me probably the one they're hunting. If not that, I can't be social and walk on the streets otherwise they'd shoot me on mark! Eh, that's how life sucks. As the rain pours harder, I finally manage to get within a five-yard-range of the shtty place. It makes me wonder how thirty levels all lived in that place, but eh, I doubt some levels even got here…I grit my teeth and push forward, ducking under a balcony to whip out the list, again revised and edited.

TARGETS

17 LEVEL: 6 (Seventeenth level)

18 LEVEL: ? (MIA)

21 LEVEL: 5 (Middle level)

22 LEVEL: 6 (BASEMENT)

24 LEVEL: ? (Missing)

27 LEVEL: 6 (BASEMENT)

28 LEVEL: 5 (BASEMENT)

29 LEVEL: 5 (INSANELY INSANE; top level)

It's good to know that Nineteen doesn't like to infer. I look around. This is Level territory is what Twenty said. I have to trust them seeing my sister is on there side, and she's…I step on some newspaper with a disturbing headline crushed under my brown leather boot. I pick it up to freeze all over.

Massacre on Wilson Ave.

Recently on January 4 (that's today…), a wild man with a silver gun reading 'Ice Arrows' shot and killed over 12 people in one area, one including an old woman by the name of (too wet to read) Jima. She died in the hospital while wishing to see her grandchildren Lucy Jima and Level Jima.

That's how the facility found me…Grandma's dead…"FCK!" I roar, crumbling up the paper and chucking it at the moist wall. "DMNIT! CRP! SHT! FCKITY FCK FCK!" I kick a box to splinters. "I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" I scream to God himself up in Heaven. "YOU HEAR ME? YOU'VE TAKEN MY PARENTS, YOU'VE TAKEN MY GRANDMA, AND YOU'VE TAKEN MY LIFE!" I punch a wall with a vector and it all falls down, the building I mean. I scream and clutch my horns, trying to rip them off. "GET THESE OFF! SOMEONE GET THESE FCKS OFF!"

I pull as hard as I can; they won't come out. I scream in frustration and my vectors rip up the pavement, becoming more and more visible with anger. Kaede-onee-chan? You there?

I freeze and growl. "Why are you in my head?" I snap.

If you're talking out loud, I can't hear you. Why are you in my head? Because I would've though someone who's played 'Pirate' ten billion times as a kid would've come back and 'gotten a crew like the good ole' men', if you'd like me to quote. I purse my lips. I stare at the building and shake my head. I'm killing them myself. You really are looking forward to Level Genocide, eh? Pretty much, but not the good ones of course, I could use you sometime. Hardy her her....It's HAR HAR, not HER HER. Shut up, so what if I laugh differently? I smile as she snaps the connection and I stumble forward with fists and a rumbling stomach. I don't care if I'm absolutely starving, heck, I wish I'd just starve right here and now to end my useless life. I mean come on, what has anyone wanted for me? Zero's stupid theory, yeah, I KNOW! He hates my guts now, remember? Yuki might, but what does she know? Kota? I killed his family. Yuka? Jealous to the core. Ichiru? Let a pureblood kill his own parents. Level? That's different, she's my sister, but she still…yeah, she's good. My parents? Dead. Those boys? Beatings, that's all they have given me. Facility? Two missing horns and years of torture, plus a dead friend.

"Wake up! Get up please!" I sobbed. "What magic? I'm no magician!"

A bullet shot through and cut the skin above my cheekbone.

I grip my head. Is it really this hard to get to a fcking building? It's fourteen feet away dmmit!

"Hey you I'm talking to you!" he screamed at me. I didn't reply, I just stared at my milk-stained bag. "What happened to your bag? Somebody poured milk on it and it smells really gross."

"He asked you a question," the second snapped, "you freak!"

He pushed me and the first tripped me, making me let out a small yelp and crash to the ground, their laughter ringing in the room.

"You know, I heard that they found you all alone in a field. I bet your parents abandoned you because you had those freaky horns sticking out of your head!"

He grabbed an umbrella and wrapped the handle around my ankle as I fought to get up. "OOPS!"

…

"SISTER!"

…

I turn to said captor to see Yuki, looking almost…sympathetic…through her friendly smile.

…

Imaginaryhead1985: LOL, but how do you change info?

ChickMagnet47: Why?

I blink at the screen. Imaginaryhead1985: Reasons.

Freaksingledout1:3: I read it, and I think it's actually funny in a way.

I smile. Imaginaryhead1985: Yeah, if u say so.

…

Who's your best friend?

She's dead.

…

"Kaede!" someone calls. "Look what I found!"

A younger me, four, is sitting on a rock, jingling the collection of bells that chimes. The breeze is light, and my cap is small, my little pink hair fully covered. I turn to a little girl, my age, with the same length of white hair and big, and I mean BIG, red eyes bigger than her stomach. She's pale and she's wearing a little white shirt, a pink tutu, and black torn leggings. Cute, may I admit, but revealing that she's my sister by guess. She presents a boy, holding him by the hood of his jacket. He's my age, and struggling. She hugs him and I raise a brow, giggling (never thought I could).

"Level, put him down."

"Oh, can't we keep him?" she begs, squeezing the living daylights out of him.

"STOP IT!" I scream. "STOP!"

I scream and ram my head into a wall, but it doesn't work. Why? Why won't this stop?

He jumps and Level and I laugh. Zero walks in, carrying some piece of paper and holds it to me. "I made this for you Ka!"

…

I feel at them and they are indeed half-way. I smirk. I'm remembering more and more, but what about that mark? Did he ever tell me? Oh SH*T I hate it when hitting someone's head causes amnesia! "Hey, Zero?" He stares at me. "Did you know anyone named Kaede?"

…

I nod and brush a strand of hair from my temple. She screams and I raise a brow, my temple somehow stinging. I feel at it to a deep cut, something stuck in their. I wince as I dig my nails in, dodging muscle as best as I can and drag out a long shotgun cartridge. She covers her mouth, her eyes wide and worried. I blink down at the cartridge and watch as Zero walks in, freezing when he finds the bullet. "I think this is yours," I snap, lifting it up.

Yuki blinks and looks from me to Zero. "Z-zero, what does she mean by that?"

Zero blinks, speechless. Level eight out of thirty, baby! He sighs and walks forward, plucking the bullet from my palm and examining it. He raises a brow and returns it, sober. "No, mine was bigger."

"ZERO!" Yuki gasps.

Zero sighs and turns slightly to her. "Yuki, let's just say…"

I clutch the edges of a brick and glare up at the old building. I push myself forward and grab the door frame, pulling myself in. The door slams shut and I hear someone chuckling in one of the above levels. "Welcome, Kaede Jima. I am Twenty-Eight…

"…prepare to die!"

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