Hey Guys! Sorry for missing the release date. Things have been crazy. I was so caught up in this chapter, and I didn't have time to properly edit. I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't make sense, I'll probably continue to editing the chapter in the next couple of weeks before I release Chapter 5 sometime on the 20th of March. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: (Kaiya's POV)

Earlier that day…

As me and the giant-white-wolf, Howl led the other customers out of the café and into the open streets, my stomach turned, I started feeling sick. The amount of power I used in that single attack push back and is fighting against my body, I felt my blood to surfacing and I leak out from the corners my mouth. Howl noticed this and immediately pulled me close to him so that no one else saw. "We need to get out of here." He whispered in a serious tone, his expression clouded in a wave of concern.

We ran into a nearby alleyway, making sure no one saw or followed us in. I couldn't hold it in. I dropped to the ground with my hands and knees, I ravenously coughed as a small pool of blood formed from underneath me. Howl transforms back into his human form, kneeling next to me, pulling out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his leather jacket, and covering it over my mouth as I continued to cough. In disgust, I tried to hold it back. Struggling to swallow and prevent more from rising, but with every time I swallowed, I gag out the mouthfuls of blood I try to contain.

"Don't. You'll make yourself more sick." Howl stickily told me as he softly pats my back, refusing to remove the handkerchief from my mouth when I tried to pull back his hand in a weak effort. "You need to take your medicine." He reaches into a pocket in his jacket again, this time he takes out a small medicine container. Giving the handkerchief for me told to hold, he opens the lid, taking out two sapphire blue pills.

Removing the handkerchief and swallowing the last bit of blood in my mouth, I take both of the pills, letting out a sigh of relief as I could instantly feel my stomach starting to settle back to normal. Both the bottom of my white shirt and the cuffs of Howl's black leather jacket were covered in dark bloodstains.

This would always happen. Whenever I used my ability, it would attack back at me from the inside, and I'd end up weak and would cough out blood. I don't know why this happens, but Howl thinks it has something to do with how powerful my ability is and how fragile my body can is since I don't remember ever using it before the accident. I'm lucky enough that he knows how to make medicine that can help restrain my ability.

After I recovered and was able to walk again, we decided to continue on our journey, to the headquarters of the Detective Agency. We were able to avoid the police when they passed by to the café sight, but we had to take a detour to a more crowded route in the city. Howl had to get rid of his jacket, so he chucked it in a nearby dumpster, and I had to wear a black hoodie I packed in my bag to hide the remaining blood stains that we couldn't wash off. To my dismay, it was freaking hot! I felt like a sweatband in this hood! "Are you alright?" Howl asked as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder making me lose my train of thought.

"I'm fine," I said to him assuringly, smiling weakly as I tried sound normal. Although the pills were able to make my stomach better, I still felt this uneasiness as if I'd throw up at any moment. Not to mention it's this heat. "Just having a bit of a sick stomach."

As if unsatisfied with my response, he gives me a none-convinced look. "We should get you something to drink," Howl told me looking up ahead of the people walking upfront of us. "There's a bench over there. Sit on it while I get us something." Without giving me a moment to respond, he walks ahead of me and into a small convenience store. As I sighed, shrugging my shoulders in defeat, I do as he instructed and sat down on the wooden bench on side of the walkway.

He came back a couple of minutes later, holding a plastic bottle of water in one hand, and a steaming hot Taiyaki wrapped in a brown paper bag in the other. He sees me eyeing it and holds it a few inches away from my nose. "You wanna taste?" He asked.

"I lost my appetite." Avoiding the pastry, I reached for the bottle in his other hand, unscrewing the lid and gulping down chunks of water, while trying not to think about the taste of the leftover blood in my mouth. "You shouldn't spend our money like that on sweets." I added when I finished taking a few gulps of water. "We're already low on money after just paying for the one-night stay at that hotel."

I scoffed. "Would you call it a 'hotel', or would you call it as a dump?" He looks me with a sneaky spark in the eyes as I fail to hold back a small giggle. He takes a bite of the steaming Taiyaki, and adds in between chews, "It didn't cost that much anyway, so we'll have plenty of money to buy us lunch later. You don't need to be so worried about it." I rolled my eyes at his cheeky remark. Grabbing the end of the sleeve of my hoodie, wiping away little bits of water that were left on my mouth after passing the bottle back to Howl as I stare off into the crowds of people walking by us.

We stayed a little quiet for a while, until Howl spoke in a serious tone after taking another mouthful bite of his Taiyaki. "The drugs might be losing their effect." Feeling a little concerned about his word, I turned my head to him to ask for more explaining. "Normally you wouldn't be able to use your ability for two hours, but you took your does no more than an hour ago. The limited amount of time from that might be because of the exerted amount of power that has somehow managed to evolve, and that's probably what caused the pressure in your body to become more perilous." He pauses, taking in a small breath before continuing. "So I think it might be safe to give you a little more pills from now on."

"Okay," I said not really listening to what he was saying. While he was talking, I unconsciously start thinking about what happened back at the café. Me and Howl were just walking past, talking, smiling, laughing and enjoying our morning, when I started seeing images flash through my head. Of Hostages. Two men holding guns. The next thing I knew, I'm yelling to everyone around me to leave, and that there were hostages in trouble. I couldn't stop what I was saying. My legs began to move on their own, barging through the door and into the café. And there I saw them. The hostages, the two men with guns, they were just like what I saw. I was rattled and I didn't know how to tell Howl about it, so just kept it quiet. But now…

"Kaiya, how did you know those people were in trouble?" As if he read my thoughts, Howl asks me, taking another bite from his pastry and raising his eyebrow waiting for my response.

When I didn't reply, he gave me a spiteful smirk as he slowly chews up a mouthful. I sighed s I let out a small laugh. "You're gonna think I'm crazy, but…. I had a feeling."

Stopping a few inches away from taking another bite of his Taiyaki, Howl looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "You… had a feeling?" He asked sounded curious, but still unsure of what I said.

"I know it sounds crazy, but… I don't know. It felt like— I knew." He gave me a puzzled, but confused look. 'Maybe I should explain it in more detail.' I thought, sighing aloud before trying again. "Something felt off. I had a shiver down my spine, my blood began to freeze up and I saw pictures in my head. I can't explain why or how, but it was like… it was a feeling."

Howl slowly takes another bite off the pastry, his eyes glued to me with keen interest. He wraps up the remaining half of the Taiyaki with the paper bag, zipping it into the front pouch of my backpack. "Ok, so you had a feeling." He said this, sounding like he didn't really believe me, but played along with the story anyway. "Then how were you able to control your ability?"

"That's another crazy thing," I told him in an astonished laugh before launching into telling him about it. " 'You know that every time I use my ability, the flames would usually turn into a dark amber color and I wouldn't able to control it and I'd end up setting things on fire."

"I know that all too well." Howl joked as he gives me a mischievous smirk. That was a rhetorical question. Dummy.

"Anyway," I say this aloud as I continued ignoring his comment, but smiling back speaking through a small bit of laughter in my voice. "back at the café, it changed into a glowing white color, it looked like— it's as if it was—"

"Pure and holy…" Howl mumbles, looking to the ground with his hand under his chin, frowning as if trying to make sense of a complicated puzzle.

I give a little chuckle, thinking that what he said was kinda weird. "That's one way to say it… But isn't it amazing? This is the first time I was able to control my ability, without hurting anyone, and without burning anything down."

"Mhmm." He doesn't look up at me to agree, his head remained low and his feet began to tap impatiently. I heard him murmur under his breath, but I couldn't seem to make out what he was saying. It kinda scared me a little.

"Howl…" I cautiously shook his shoulder, trying to get his attention. "You good?"

"Hmm? What— ?" His eyes widen as he realized I was talking to him. "Sorry Kaiya, but I think we should get going. We've been resting too long and the office should be somewhere around the next couple of blocks up." Again, before I could have a chance to respond, he gets up from the bench and started walking off leaving me feeling dumbfounded for a minute before I sped off after him.

While we walked and talked, we kept our conversation short. We didn't talk anymore about the café, about my powers or Howl's mumbling. We quietly discussed what we were gonna say when meeting Dazai and the rest of the agency members. During our long trip to Yokohama, Howl thought I'd be a good idea to make up a cover for ourselves so that they wouldn't know I was responsible for burning down the orphanage, or that I was a runaway foster kid with dangerous abilities that could go wild at any moment. (which to me, I accepted the plan without any disagreement.) Howl's cover is my adopted guardian who works at a small clinic in an old residential district in Tokyo. I am his adopted daughter who is homeschooled by Howl after her parents had been killed in a car accident and studying to be a doctor. It was simple since most of that is true.

We arrived at the agency's building entrance, standing side by side with each other. This was it, we were finally here. I felt my heart hitting the walls inside my rib cage and my head starts to sweat. Howl decided to take the stairs, that spiraled up from the wall to the next three floors, with me following a little ways behind him. With every step I took, I felt my chest beating faster, my head becoming heavy, and my legs began moving slower with every step I made. Stopping midway in front of the second floor's flight of stairs, my head looks down to the wooden floor as I felt the cold sweat drip down the side of my face. 'I don't think I could do this. This was a mistake, I need to leave.'

"Are you nervous?" I look up, Howl looks at me from over his shoulder and comes down the stairs to meet me.

"I-I don't know," I say hearing my own words my words begin to break, as I feel my hands and lower lip trembling. "What if my ability starts acting up? You said the medicine could be losing its effectiveness, and what if they want me to use my ability? I don't have any control over it and could burn down the building, I'd hurt a lot f really nice people. And what if Dazai won't help me? What if my ability kills him?!-"

I suddenly felt a massive sting of pain from the center of my head. I look up, seeing Howl looming over me as his hand is formed in a karate chop possession. "Um—Ow!" I say as I give him a surprised but irritated sneer as I roughly remove his hand and arm. "What the hell did you do that for?!"

"You're rambling," Howl said, his face shifting into an annoyed, but tired frown, looking as if he was taking care of a whining puppy. "I only asked you a simple question." I look back down to the floor as I hear him let out a loud sigh.

He places a hand on my shoulder as if to reassure me. "You got nothing to be nervous about. We didn't come to Yokohama so that you chicken out at the last minute... I promise you, everything will turn out alright. You won't lose control, you won't need to show them your ability and you definitely won't hurt Dazai. If he can make abilities disappear, what's not to say he can't be inflicted by them, right?" Using his other hand he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out the pill container and handing it to me. "If it would help, take an extra dose before we head up." I do as he said. Unscrewing the cap, I take out two of the pills, tossing them in my mouth, and swallowed them down. "Better?" He asks me, leaning his head down looking at me with a gentle gaze and a warm smile.

I looked up at him with a sentimental look but nodded, screwing the lid back on, and putting it in the back pouch of my bag. He wraps an arm around my shoulders as we were walking up the flight of stairs. Minutes later, we reach the fourth-floor hallway. Across from us, a red frame surrounded a brown wooden door, and the blurred glass window on the top half had a bronze nameplate in the very center. 'Armed Detective Agency' was written across the plate in black words.

As we both casually approach the door, I started thinking that maybe Howl was right. There was nothing for me to be nervous about, nothing bad was gonna happen, and if it did, he will be there to protect me like he always did. Protect me from both others and myself. Howl's hand stops midway from touching the knob. As if it came from all around me, Howl's voice echoed through my head, like what I heard was meant to be more of a whisper. '…I'm sorry Kaiya.'

"Did you say something?" I asked him, feeling a little rattled, thinking that I may have been imagining things and my mind was playing tricks. He turns his head, giving me a nervous smile that looked forced. "I didn't say anything." He laches onto the knob and opens the door, moving aside for me to enter first. "After you." He face returned to his calm and cool-tempered self.

I wanted to tell with him about what I heard, but as I looked into the quiet office space, seeing the eyes of strangers staring directly at me, made my whole body paralyzed. I deeply inhale through my nose, and slowly exhaled through my mouth, clenching onto the bottom of my sleeve as I stepped inside.

The only thought that raced through my mind at that point, were only three words…

'Don't lose control.'

And now…

I ran faster. Panting and silently whimpering, feeling the strain in my lungs and legs as I tightened my grasp to the strap of my bag. I could feel it, my ability surfacing. It felt like I was on fire, as if I were about to explode. I didn't know how it happened,but the last thing I remember was feeling my ability beginning to grow out of control. I remember trying to leave when Ranpo wouldn't let me, then everything after that is all a blur. The next thing knew the café was wrecked, Ranpo was lying on the floor looking as limp as a rag doll. I didn't know what to do, so without thinking, I panicked and ran away.

'I never meant for it to happen.' I thought to myself, trying to remove the image from my memory as I continued running. Though I couldn't say for certain that it was my fault, I wasn't too confident in thinking that it wasn't either.

I was able to run a couple of blocks away from the agency through an alleyway and into a marketing district, but to me unfortunate luck, the place was crowded with people. This was not the kind of place I should be at, especially with my ability acting up. I stride into the sea of people, keeping my hands tucked away in the pocket of my hoodie as I tried not to bump into anyone. Sweat ran down my forehead, feeling the pressure in my body heating more as I try to avoid a collision. I just need to get through, to get as far away as possible from all these people before I hurt anybody. Again.

'What should I buy for dinner?'

'Huh?' I stopped my tracks. 'Did I just—?' It was like what happened with Howl before back at the agency. The voice echoed, pushing through my head as if I were made of air. I looked around the crowd, I could no longer hear the voice, the people around me. No one spoke to me, nor could I hear what anyone was saying. 'Was it my imagination?' I turn my head to leave.

'Dam, I'm gonna be late for work!'

I heard another voice, this time it was the voice of a man. I whirled my head around behind me, in the direction where I think it came from. 'What's going on?'

'I could save 8000 yen if I buy them both for the same price.'

'Did I check to lock the door?'

I began to hear more voices, I couldn't find out where they came from or who they belonged to, I can never tell who was speaking. 'Am I reading their minds?'

'Is the library is open around this time?'

'I wanna go home Mommy!'

'I wonder if Yuki will be coming over tonight.'

The voices kept multiplying, making it sound as if they were coming from all directions. Whirling my head from one side to another, I start to slowly back away. 'I can't be reading their minds.' Trying to ignore the voices, I kept on moving through the crowd. 'How? Why? This is impossible.'

'Sweet or savory?'

'I want ice-cream!'

'I'm starving! What kind of lunch is there to eat?'

'I really hope she'll say "yes".'

I started to run, pushing past other people while my hands were still closed in my pocket. The more I wished the voices would go away, they would keep coming, growing louder until it would feel like my ears were ringing. 'Why is this happening?' I took my hands out from my pockets covering my ears, though it was useless. I ran faster, closing close to the intersection where the crowd lessened as I tightly closed my eyes and pushing my hands harder against my ears. 'Make it stop... Make it stop! Please make it stop now!'

Then, like a movie playing in the back of my mind and closed eyes, I could see flashing images. I see myself running onto the road, my hands still covering ears and eyes closed tight. A red traffic light turning green. I hear the sound of a horn. I get hit by a blue truck and I'm lying on the road, gasping for air and bleeding thick red blood.

Through my ears, I heard the muffled sound of a loud horn and I blink open my eyes. I was a step away from over the sidewalk, but as I fell backward onto the hard ground from the impact, a blue truck drives past me, being only inches away from touching the ends of my shoes. Looking up to the sky, I breathed I took in deep hard gasps as if I had just escaped death's door. 'I'm… okay?' I thought, trying to collect myself and process what just happened.

"Are you alright kid?" A man in a grey suit crouches down, he helps me to sit up straight as a small group of people started to form around me. "Are you hurt anywhere?… Hey kid, say something…" The man's voice fading away as I try to think. 'What happened? Didn't I just-… Wasn't I-?' With a trembling hand, I lightly poked and touch around my chest. I was still solid, I wasn't a ghost, still flesh and bones. "I'm… I'm not dead…" I mumbled. 'Was that all just a dream?'

"I think she needs a doctor." A woman's voice catches my attention. I see her crouch down next to me as she holds a cellphone in her hand. "I'll call an ambulance." I grab the phone in her hand just as she was about to dial the number. "No!" Everyone around me stares in confusion as to why I wouldn't accept her help. I needed to leave quickly, before my ability starts to act up, or before anyone tries to stop me. "I-I'm fine." I apologize to the woman as I quickly release her hand. "I'm sorry, but I haft to go." I push through the people surrounding me as I made my escape out.

"W-Wait a minute!" I hear the woman call out to me, but I was already sprinting pass the crossing road (with pedestrian green-light on), turning into a street corner and making a dash through another alleyway. I end up running to an empty riverside area full of benches and plant life. There were no people in sight, perfect. I sat on one of the empty benches. 'That was close.' I thought as I took a couple of small breaths. 'If I stayed any longer I might have lost my ho— *gasp* —The pills!'

Frantically searching through, pushing pass my phone, leftover Taiyaki, plastic drink bottle and my father's diary, which was a small black leather book, I was able to find the small container at the very bottom of my bag. In a panic, I quickly unscrewed the lid, took out two pills, and throwing them both in my mouth, swallowing them hard in a loud gulp. But as I did though, I realized that haven't felt my ability acting up since the strange deja vu with me almost getting killed. No overwhelming heat, no blood rapidly racing throughout my body, nothing. I looked at my hands, I couldn't feel anything from them. 'Did my ability lose its juice or something? Why don't I feel anything?'

I hear a vibrating noise coming from my bag. It was my flip-phone. As I put away my pill container in the pocket of my hoodie, I open the phone and checked the screen. It read; "Calling…Howl." Relief and joy wash over me, thinking that he couldn't have picked a better time to call. My finger stopped inches away from the call button before I could answer. I started to wonder; if he's able to call me now, is it because the agency told him to? 'Should I pick up?' I moved my finger away. 'If the agency asked him to call me, does that mean they are calling about-' Having too much time thinking about my choices, the phone stopped vibrating and turned itself to the voice message. "I hesitated," I said aloud with a sigh. Putting the phone to my ear, I expected to hear Howl's voice, but I was speechless and surprised to hear the voice of someone else.

"Hello? This is Kunikida, from the Armed Detective Agency." The guy with the glasses from earlier? Why does he have Howl's phone? "If you're listening, we ask you to come back to the agency in regard to what happened to Ranpo." I freeze at his assertion but lean in closer to the phone as he continues. "Right now, he's in the agency's infirmary room, so he can't testify what happened. However, until you state that what happened was indeed an accident, we will provoke your request to see Dazai, you will be a threat to the safety of civilians,and your father will be detained and kept in our custody until further notice." Howl… "We've already sent some of our members to go out to look for you, but for your own safety, you need to come back. When you get this message, please call—…*beeep!*…."

The voice message ends. I clench the phone, lowering it down to my lap, as tears began to rise from my eyes. '"Go back"?…' I thought to myself as I tried stopping the desperate tears that wanted to surface. 'How can I go back? How can I give myself a statement for something I can't remember? I don't know if I am innocent, and I don't know if I am guilty. Maybe... maybe I just won't admit the truth to myself because I'm afraid. Afraid that I would be a danger to people because of my ability, just like at the café when I ran away. If I wasn't alone with Ranpo, maybe he wouldn't have gotten hurt by me. If I never came to Yokohama, then I wouldn't be a threat to them and Howl wouldn't be in trouble because of me. If I was never born with this abnormal ability…. Maybe I would have lived a normal life. Gone to school, made friends and… and had... a real f-family again…' I unconsciously began to silently sob as I tried gasping for breaths in between. 'H-Howl... You told m-me that nothing bad would go wrong...s-sorry...I-I'm sorry..."

"You alright kid?" I slowly looked up, a tall slender man with long curly orange hair a black hat and trench coat, was standing in front of me with an annoyed expression across his face.

"Y-Yeah," I replied as I tried to wipe my tears with my hoodie sleeve. "I'm fine…"

"You're crying." He stated, cocking his head to the side as if to say it was obvious. "That screams that you're not fine." I subconsciously giggle at his remark. "What's bugging you kid?" He asked as he sits himself down beside me. As he does, I slowly shoved myself a little away from him to make a little space in between us. "I did something terrible," I told him looking down at my shoes. "But I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you here alone?" He asks me. "Yeah," I answered truthfully. "I was with a friend, but… we separated a little while ago." As I explained I clench my phone more tightly, remembered what Kunikida said in the message.

'Perfect, then capturing this brat should be easy.'

My eyes widen and my body tensed up as I realized at what I just heard. 'What? I thought I took the drugs— are they not working? Wait— that doesn't matter right now. He said "capture", does that mean—? Is he gonna try to kidnap me?' I looked to him from the corner of my eyes, trying not to make eye contact. 'If so, I need to get away from this guy and back to the agency. Fast.'

"What?" he asked noticing my new found look on him. I didn't know what kind of look I was giving him.

"Uh, i-it's nothing," I said giving him a nervous smile as I try to conceal the fear in my voice. "I just— I didn't catch your name."

"It's Chūya," he answers bluntly, his eyes narrowing.

"Well Chūya, it was really nice chatting with you," With my free hand, I grabbed the strap of my bag, clenching it tightly as I put my phone away in my pocket. "but I just remembered that I was supposed to see someone today, and I really don't want to keep them waiting. So maybe I'll see you around? Okay, bye!" I broke into a run, but I felt my hand being grasped and pulled from behind stopping me from leaving. My heart was beating wildly and I felt my mind going into a panic, wanting and praying that I don't get hurt.

"Sorry, but I was assigned to bring you in to meet my boss." I heard him say, his tone becoming dark and serious. I slowly turn my head behind to see him, his expression was cold and stern, and I grew weak under his glare. "Escaping is not an option, so you're coming with me." His grip on my hand becomes tighter. I couldn't move, it felt like my feet sank into the earth like tree roots that were preventing me from escaping.

Suddenly in that very moment, a familiar feeling rushes through my body. My ability. I felt my hand growing warmer and my fingers beginning to tingle with a funny sensation. Ripping the sleeve of my hoodie, white fire engulfs my wrist, hand, and fingers like a torch, glowing bright like a firework and instantly spreading on the grip of Chūya's gloved hand. "Ahh!" He lets go of my wrist, releasing me as he staggers back gripping his smoking gloved hand. The gloves cloth was burned from his fingers, palm, and knuckle, replacing the patches of bare skin with second-degree burns. He gives me an arrogant look as I hear him cursing under his breath as his expression twists up in the strain of the pain.

The flame in my hand goes out. Seeing my chance to escape, I snapped out of my panic state and broke out into a dash without looking back to see if he was following. I ran as if my life depended on it. I ran through the streets, unmindful of people staring at me and not knowing how far I've gone. My legs ached with strain, I wanted to desperately stop, but my mind was screaming, telling me to keep going in fear that he was behind me.

I turned a tight corner into a dark alleyway, thinking that I finally lost him. I leaned against the wall of the alley, drenched in cold sweat, and panting hard and feeling breathless. 'What the hell was that?' I weakly look down at the hands, I didn't even know I could do that. I shake my head. 'No— don't think about that right now. You need to find help… The Agency!' I pulled my phone out from my pocket and dialed Howl's number hoping anyone would pick up. The call picks up and I hear the receiver on the other end speak into the phone. "Hello? Kaiya?" It was Atsushi's voice.

"A-Atsushi!" my voice stuttered and I felt like I was about to break out crying again. "I need your help, I-I'm being chased by—" Only just missing the tip my fingers, my phone was suddenly struck by an unknown blackness, that made a hole through the middle of the screen, and sending it flying out of my hand as I fall to my side on the hard ground. The black entity instantly retracts itself into the shadows of the alleys dead end.

Hiding from within the darkness, I see the silhouette of a man, walking out and stepping into the sunlight. He wore a long black cloak, a white cravat around his neck and had short black hair that reached his chin, with bangs that were white at the tips. Though his face was expressionless, the glare from his empty grey eyes made me feel helpless. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that." He said coldly, walking towards me as the end of his cloak emerge, transforming itself into the face of a shadowy beast. "If anyone were to interfere with your capture, it would become difficult to obtain you."

More than anything, all I wanted right then and there was to use my ability to defend myself, but when I wish that, I think back to how badly I burned Chūya. Though I wanted to escape, I didn't want to hurt anyone else in the progress. (plus, I doubt I would be able to win a fight against this guy since I couldn't control my ability.) So gathering up all the courage to move, I scrambled to my feet and made a run for it. But as I took those first steps, my right wrist was wrapped up by a fabric in the shape of a black claw, holding me back and preventing me from escaping. It was a tug-of-war, it tried to pull me towards him as I tried pulling myself away. It was going strong and steady, and I was able to take a few steps away from him, but from behind the man, another black bind appears, grabbing onto my other wrist, making the struggle harder for me. Soon, my legs were growing tired, and my feet were dragging along the pavement and successfully pulling me closer towards him. I tried stopping myself by hitting the ground with my feet, trying to see if I could stop and find my footing again, but as I got closer to him, I became afraid. And aware that I didn't stand a chance, and I wasn't going to win against him and his ability.

"No!" I screamed as I try staggering myself away from him just as I just stepped in front of him. "Let me go—!" He delivers a powerful punch to my diaphragm, raising me a few inches from the ground. I could feel my lungs seize, the back of my throat felt as rough as gravel as struggles to let out a cry of pain. I felt my body beginning to grow heavy, and I didn't have the strength to stand. I tried pulling myself up in spite of the pain, but in great efforts, my legs gave up on themselves, leaving them limp and my arms being held above my head. "Struggling is pointless." I heard him say, as the binds lift me higher to his level, looking into his colorless eyes. "Don't make this any more painful for yourself."

My vision begins to go blurry, and my eyes desperately struggled to stay open. I tried to fight the urge of passing out, but with the pain in my stomach expanding to my ribs and chest, all my body wanted to do rest, endure the pain and close my eyes. With one last look at the blurry silhouette of my abductor, I closed my eyes and blacked out.

Thanks for reading! Hope that it wasn't too bad... Please comment, and wait for my new chapter coming in late March! Later!