Sting and Rogue looked towards the blonde who was in their care for the moment with exhaustion clearly showing. They didn't know what had happened to the Fairy Tail mage, but they did wonder why she was without her so called friends. They were usually always together or at least close to each other: normally they weren't ever away from the others.

Both men were startled out of their thoughts when the mage started screaming and flailing her limbs in every direction imaginable. Her body moved in seemingly impossible movements that made her bones seem to be made of a gelatinous substance devoid of any stiffness. Her hair swung left and right, creating an even messier blonde mess atop her head. Sting and Rogue could hardly approach her without having to back up in fear of being hit by her limbs.

They approached as close as they could without being hit. The two looked at each other and seemed to telepathically know what each other was thinking. Amidst the writhing mass of bodily flesh, they both reached out for her arms, Sting for the left one, and Rogue for the right. Their hands clasped tightly around her forearms and they managed to stop the girls thrashing, but that was one of the first of many mistakes they would make with the girl.

As soon as their fingers made the lightest of touches on her skin, her eyes opened. They were stained with red as if she hadn't slept in days, and her pupils were dilated almost to the point of being unnoticeable. The boys noticed after their mistake and almost let go out of fear. Her eyes were like that of a demons. They were in a way that of a imprisoned demon, almost emotionless except for an overriding fear.

Rogue grimaced as he soon realized with her state being as it was, they wouldn't be able to hold her for long. He looked over to Sting and realized that by now, his partner must've realized what had to happen. He yelled over the girls screaming, "Sting! We have to knock her out!" He saw a nod of compliance from his partner and saw his fist pull back to a punching position. With little hesitation, Sting rammed his fist into the girls stomach, making her cough up blood and her eyes to shut once more.


The girl's dream

She was shrouded in darkness, there was no light in sight. Her eyes could barely make out anything in front of her. The darkness was absolute, there was no breaking through it, not even the largest of flames could illuminate it.

The girl was suddenly blinded by two crimson lights flashing on in front of her. Her hand instinctively went to cover her eyes even though at the present time they were useless. The crimson light multiplied and the girl lowered her hand to observe the dark black pupils that seemed to stare into her soul that appeared on the lights. She soon realized she was being watched by tens upon hundreds of eyes that belonged to an unknown creature or creatures.

They didn't come any closer to the girl, but never seemed to go any farther either. She started to walk aimlessly looking for anything that would be of use to her. At times, she would think that she would see a luminescent glow or a torch, but anytime she came within a certain distance to it, it would disappear and she would be in complete darkness again, except for the crimson eyes that followed her relentlessly.

She heard a loud thumping sound and the sound of something sharp scratching against the ground. It filled her with fear and trepidation. She started to run, even though it was futile. Here, she was nothing. Here, she would never be herself again. "Lucy Heartfillia" A raspy voice whispered in the dark. "I need..." the voice seemed to fade in and out. "Save..." Lucy fell to the ground, tripping over nothing. The voice seemed so familiar to her, like an old friend from the past, or an acquaintance she met from her father. While she laid on the ground, she searched through her memories, trying to find who the voice belonged too.

The sharp sound from before overtook the voice's desperate plea for a savior. It was closer than before, almost directly in front of her now. Large teeth filled her vision with blood dripping down with meat stuck in between. Sharp claws that could maul anything to bits if it so chose touched along her neck almost gently. "You're perfect." it seemed to say directly into her ear, almost seductively. "You will be my most perfect sacrifice, and I will regain my immortality from your death." It cooed gently to her, almost lulling her deeper into it, almost inviting her to just die and do anything it wished of her.

Her ethereal body gazed almost lazily as it watched her flesh body flail and scream as it was held down by two men she didn't know. She felt at peace, as if what was happened to her real body didn't really matter. She saw her body spew blood as it was punched violently but she had no care for it. She just wanted to go into the inviting voice and let it take away all of the pain.

Suddenly, she was overcome with rage and induced anger. She now wanted to ruin her old friends from Fairy Tail, she wanted to kill them, spill their blood, rip out their entrails, make them scream and beg. She wanted them to feel sorry for ever hurting her and doing what they did.

This was when she felt a new found power arise in her. All the latent energy gave rise to the hidden power inside her and the memories that had been taken from her were remembered. She was now an elemental dragon slayer and the holder of angel magic.


Lucy woke up in a white hospital bed with white walls and white furniture. An IV was hooked into her arm. She angrily yanked it out and barely noted that someone had dressed her injuries. She got up, almost falling to the ground at first, but she was determined to escape whoever had her. She walked over to the door, barely managing to stop herself from passing out again, and tried to yank open the door. No matter how hard she tried though, it wouldn't open.

She growled in annoyance when she realized whoever had her had locked her in and might not be planning on letting her out anytime soon. "Hello?" Lucy called out, trying to get someone to notice that she had awoken and wanted to be let out. "Is anyone there?" She kicked the door and it rattled on its hinges. She heard a soft sigh and someone knocked back, almost exactly in beat with how she had knocked. "Where am I, and who are you? Why am I locked in here?"

Whoever was out there decided to ignore most of her questions but spoke. "We locked you in so you wouldn't attack us Blondie...again." That was all the voice said before it went silent again. Lucy didn't remember attacking anyone but she supposed that it might've happened if what she did see in her dream was right.

"I..." She was about to start justifying her actions when she realized the person had called her Blondie. Only two people called her that, them being Flare from Raven Tail and Sting. Based on how the voice was deeper than what a normal girl's would be, she knew who it was. "Sting...let me out. I'm not going to attack you." Lucy waited almost patiently until she heard a response.

"Correct Blondie, you know basic knowledge." The door unlocked and swung open to reveal the also blond egomaniac who had been speaking with her. "So you're not going to hit me right?"

Lucy sighed before looking at Sting already put up with his antics. "Yes Sting, I won't hit you." She said grudgingly, but she intended to keep her word.

"Great!" Sting grabbed the mage by her shoulders and dragged her out the door, throwing her face first down a hallway. Luckily, she didn't land on her face since something was there to catch her fall.

She felt someone's body underneath her and her face turned a violent shade of red as she realized that she was on top of Rogue and their lips were almost touching. If she leaned in a little closer, she would be able to feel the warmth of his lips on hers. Rogue's face was also a bright red and as he tried to get up from his position, he accidentally pushed his lips into hers.

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