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Chapter 15:

"Smash it!" I yelled and Lavi and Kanda did what they were told. She howled in anger but broke to a million pieces.

"Hannah?" Lavi asked taking a step closer tentatively.

"She's crazy." I said.

"She talked this time?" Bookman said.

"Yeah." My reply came, sounding nonchalant, but I was really freaking out inside. Her eyes, her voice, the head- it was all just creepy. And disgusting.

"What did she say?" He asked.

"She said that she didn't like the fact that we destroyed her mirrors and that now she couldn't see what was going on in her house." My reply to his question came out apathetically. Too apathetically. Kanda caught that, the bookman's didn't. Kanda knew me long enough to know that when I pretended like I really didn't care about something- like extremely not care about something, not just say that it's troublesome or talk in a bored tone. But when I used an overly bored apathetic tone (Which you had to have good ears to hear the difference)- it had really scared me to the very bones in my body.

"She scared you." He wasn't asking me a question. He was stating a fact. "What exactly did you see?" I looked at him long and hard before I answered his question.

"She stood with a head that she had cut up and was giggling, her eyes were a really dark blue color. She then made the observation that we smashed her mirrors. She giggled and then she said that she didn't like it. Her eyes then became a sea blue color. Her voice then seemed to split into two, a higher voice and a lower voice and she said that she couldn't see what was going on in her house and that she didn't like it. Her eyes then became black as she said 'Not one bit'. Then she lunged at me with a piece of metal she was holding in her hand. That's when I told you to smash it." I was speaking very calmly and nonchalantly. Kanda knew that I was speaking too calmly and nonchalantly. The bookmen didn't notice the slight difference in the voice. They were already thinking about the new information I had given them while Kanda, who knew me well enough, was studying my face. It didn't flicker from the mask of impassiveness that I had put on it. Another sign to him that I was really freaking out on the inside. But God forbid I show the bookmen how freaked out I was. I was glad they didn't know me so well. I felt exposed under Kanda's gaze, like he could see the raging fear that didn't reach my eyes or voice. I wondered if he felt exposed in the same way I did when I would look at him intently when he was bothered or freaking out over something. Maybe I should stop just so that he won't do it either. It really is unsettling.

"I don't know what to make of that." Bookman finally said after he had analyzed every word I said.

"Well, we better find her and get it over with." Lavi said.

"This way." I said, leading the way to where I heard the angry cussing coming from. Whoever this was, human or ghost, they were: A- Sick, B- Angry.

The guys walked close behind me, I got to the bottom of the stairs from which I heard the cussing coming from.

"I hear her now too." Kanda said surprised.

"You think we'll all hear her and see her?" Lavi asked.

"Probably." Came Bookman's reply. "Lead the way Hannah."

I could feel the questioning glance Kanda was giving me. He was asking if I wanted to lead the way. He knew I was scared. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of leading the way and appearing like the coward I was feeling like. I was going to lead. Even if my heart stopped dead at the sight of what awaited up the stairs.

There were no mirrors on the walls of the winding staircase. Probably because they would never be able to hang there for long without falling down. It was dark, there were no windows. The only light came from Bookman's lantern right behind me. The shadows cast upon the walls flickered and stretched twisting into gruesome shapes. I didn't look at them, I was too scared as it was and I knew that if I looked at them my imagination might run wild.

That was one thing my mother always said to me. 'Be careful what you think, keep in your mind what you know is fact and don't let your imagination run wild. Heaven knows your family has good imagination and it just might get the better of you. Don't forget your uncle John. If you don't want to end up like him, keep your imagination in check.'

Uncle John was known as 'crazy John'. Because that's what he was. He was sent to the asylum in the end. He'd go off on tantrums and he said 'they're hunting me'. We knew he was crazy because he'd wear a lion cloth when he said this and he'd run from bush to bush.

In our family, a good vivid imagination seemed to pass down from one generation to the next along with the blood. You tell us a story and we can tell you exactly every detail we see in our head.

Some of the family used this to become writers. That side lived in Virginia.

The other part of the family, that lived in the Ozarks, decided to ignore their imagination and become practical. I mean, we'd indulge in a story now and then (We were the best story tellers in the Ozarks). But imagination was a luxury, and you rarely got that.

My family got to the United States along with the pilgrims. My great, great, great, great grandfather, Clarence, and his sister Alice came with their families. Alice was older than Clarence and already had a daughter, Elizabeth, who apparently could see ghosts (That's what she said anyway). Alice could see the future.

She saved the village a few times apparently, before they started the witch hunting in America and burned Alice. A month latter they burned Elizabeth. Clarence fled to Virginia and by the time he settled down the witch hunts were over. He married and had two sons. Each son made a 'clan' of his own, one stayed in Virginia and the other moved west to the prairies. That was my side of the family.

Anyway, the whole weirdness stayed in the family. Most knew the stories and stayed sane but every now and again one would lose it to his imagination like uncle John.

I walked up the stairs, they just didn't seem to end though the voice was getting louder and louder, so we must have been getting closer. I could tell that Bookman and Lavi could hear the voice now too by the look they gave each other. I was so glad I hadn't imagined it all. For a while I almost thought that I had imagined it all and that I was just as crazy as uncle John, which scared me. But when Kanda said he could hear it, it gave me comfort. I wasn't crazy. It was just weird.

Finally we got to the end of the staircase and stood in front of a big oak door. It was locked with three locks, and bolted. Obviously someone wanted to make sure the person stayed in their room.

The voice inside sang clearly in a high creepy voice "And up and down the merry go round, slashes and cuts your guts. Smile, smile infantile, murders await, so eat your bait. Slash the throat, drag under a boat. Tear to shreds, devour in bed. Sleep sweetly tonight, you will." Then the voice started to hum the tune. It was the tune of a lullaby. The sickest most twisted one I'd ever heard.

I activated my innocence and smashed down the door. The girl looked up from her bed that was across the room alarmed. She was chained to it, though you could see that she could move around it to the closet if she wanted to. But the limit of the reach was the middle of the room. The chains restricting her were huge and heavy and I was surprised that they weren't too heavy for her.

In front of her bed was a mirror, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. Her eyes seemed to glow with an inner malice as she saw us.

"Oh, you've found me!" She smiled. "Did you come to play?" She picked up the metal piece that was in her hand when I saw her before. The guys stood behind me. We didn't know quite what to do. She was crazy, that much was sure. But what does this have to do with innocence?

"Yeah, we came to play." I answered with more confidence that what I felt.

"Oh really?" She seemed surprised that I answered her.

"Yeah, the game's called 20 questions." I went on stepping closer to her but not close enough for her to get to me. "Do you know how to play it?"

"No," She replied coyly noticing that I stepped closer to her, she got up off her bed, letting the dead body she was playing with fall to the ground. "How do you play it?"

"I ask you 20 questions and you answer them and then you need to guess what I'm thinking about when I answer them, if you guess wrong I get to ask 20 more questions and so on until you can guess what I'm thinking about."

Okay, so I twisted the rules. She doesn't know that I did.

"Okay," She smiled walking as far as she could go before the chains stopped her. I noticed that the mirror could see farther though, and I remembered that she used it.

"All right, question one: Who are you?" I paced up and down in a line

"Princess Amelia Copestone." Her eyes followed me like a predator's eyes follows it's prey.

"Question two: How old are you?"

"Nine."

"How long have you been nine?" She smiled.

It was twisted.

She was twisted.

"I don't know. I've been in here a long time."

"What happened to all the people that were here? To the people who came latter?"

"I killed them."

"With the mirrors?"

"Sometimes, but the really strong ones would come up here and I'd kill them in bed." Everyone was asking questions and it was confusing her you could see, she didn't know who to keep her eyes on. Eventually she turned her eyes on me.

"You seem fascinated by her." Bookman observed.

"She saw me in the mirror." She whispered. "She saw me, usually people just hear me when I want them to, but she saw me too. She could see me and the rest of you couldn't see or hear me. It was like she was doing the hearing for all of you."

"You mean most people can't see you?" Lavi asked surprised.

"No one's ever seen me, but they've all heard me."

"When did this happen to you?" I asked changing the subject. It gave me goose bumps. This is why they make the uniforms with long sleeves.

"What?" She asked confused.

"When were you able to project yourself through mirrors, what happened the first time it happened?"

"I was having my ninth birthday party and I got this mirror from fathers adviser, then she came and-" Here her voice went low and her eyes became black. "And I took control of her and made her kill everyone in sight and after they tied her up here, I killed them one by one making her enjoy it!"

"The innocence is in the mirror then?" She changed back to the high voice and blue eyes.

"Innocence?"

"Bookman," I turned to him "what happens if an innocence forces an invocation with someone who is not compatible?"

"I do not know."

I knew what happened when the person forced the invocation without being compatible with the innocence. They became fallen ones. Lollypop and I had seen the experiments. But could the innocence force an invocation? This wasn't normal.

"Kanda, Lavi," Bookman said calmly "Break the mirror. Hannah, hold her down. I'll make sure she doesn't have a weapon to hurt you with."

We went to it. I stepped closer to her. Bookman did his North Crime thing pulling the metal out of her hand, I grabbed her before she had the chance of trying to get another weapon in her hand. I pinned her arms to her side and squeezed her in a tight restricting hug. But just the same, it was hard to keep her still, she threw me off twice before I got her pinned to the floor safely, she was struggling beneath me. Kanda and Lavi took their chance of her struggling and smashed the mirror, sure enough, a cube of innocence fell out of it.

The girl stopped struggling. I got off of her. She sat up and was crying. Beams of sunlight fell on her wheat hair and shone on the pale smooth skin that was shining now because of the tears, her eyes a deep blue that was so full of sadness.

She disintegrated in front of our eyes.