Suddenly light returns slowly to my eyes, but not in the slow way that people normally wake up. My eyes shoot open as quick as a bullet being fired from a gun. In front of me I found a sight that I never thought I would ever see again. What used to be blond hair was now threaded with gray, silvery hairs.

"Dad," I scoffed. A twisted grin folded onto his face.

"Sweetie that's no way to talk to your father," his eyes filled with a weird craze. I'll talk to you however I want to. I looked around, finding my body placed on a chair, my feet tied to the legs of the chair and my hands forced together by a rope. I struggled for a few seconds until I realized it was futile. Then my mind wandered to other thoughts. Of him.

"Daddy! Look what I made," a younger version of me squealed to my dad, holding up a rice ball with a smiley face for him to see.

"Lucy! Stop bothering me, I have work to do, why don't you go to your room?" he scolded.

"But Daddy-" I was cut off my his stern voice,

"LUCY!" I nodded, my eyes getting blurry. I rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I ran down the corridor, tears flooding down my cheeks.

"But it's my birthday!"

My mind flashed to a different picture, a memory I tried to bury away forever. My mom and dad on the ground, blood pouring from their heads. How is he alive? I returned to my-, the man, his grin still wicked as ever.

"What the hell do you want?!" I spoke, anger piercing through my words. I could tell that he wanted to make another remark about my language so I scoffed, "Skip the crap." His grin lessened.

"Oh darling, aren't you happy-"

"I told you to skip the crap!" my voice was more stern. He scoffed,

"I'm here to take revenge," his voice was coarse and dead. His eyes, they were a deep black, and there was no life in them. Almost as though whatever he was had died a long time ago.

"For what?" I asked and it sounded as though I was talking back to one of my parents. Or I was talking back to one of my parents.

"For living."

"Sorry, but isn't that your fault?"

"Why do you have to look exactly like her?" he asked, the question directed more to himself rather than me.

"What, like the person you killed?" my voice grew bitter.

"Yes!"

"I didn't ask you to come back into my life, you just decided to barge right in!" I yelled.

"Stop acting so rude! I raised you better! It's probably all that boy's fault," he scoffed. Natsu?

"How the hell do you know about him?! Have you been...stalking me?" His smiled grew indefinitely, his orbs growing smaller and more insane like. His head nodded vigorously,

"Why the hell are you talking to him?! He's such an idiot..." I was taken aback, my teeth gritting.

"I'm sorry, but that 'idiot' saved my life!" I yelled.a

"Yeah, I know, the idiot's crazy," he scoffed, "But now..." He pulled a gun out from behind him, holding it right against my forehead, the cool metal making me jump. "...he can't save you."

(A/N: OOOoooOOOO CLIFFY! Y'all probably hate me right now, I kinda hate me for doing this to you guys but meh. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't tell me how much you hate me for leaving you like this in the reviews (ITS BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEAS FOR THIS ONE PART AND I WAS LIKE "MAN I'D BE TOTALLY COOL TO POST THE SOLUTION WITH THE CLIFFY STUFF BUT THEN MY BRAIN WAS LIKE, 'ME NO HAVE IDEAS!' AND I WAS LIKE "OH NOES I NEED TO PUT UP SOMETHING" AND IT WAS ALL LIKE 'Put up a cliff hanger' and I was like "ARGGGGGG FINE!") So yeah, sorry for the cliffy ending and short chapter, I love you guys and all your support. I'm actually considering doing a Gruvia Jerza Zervis Gale Omake at the dance, so yeah, if you guys want that then TELL MEH! CYA! BOIII!)