Published: 11/21/2015; Saturday; 11:57pm; Unedited
Not sure how long I plan to make the chapters, so for now, lengths will stay at around 1,000-2,000 words.
Chapter 4
I woke up groggily, my head was in immense pain, and I couldn't figure out why. Flashes of Fran being punched, and him fighting back filled my mind, then he was pushed, falling back and his head hit the wall behind him. The boys holding me back suddenly let go, running off with the main culprit in fear. Anger and fear filled me as the memories came flooding without a stop.
Right, Fran had been acting weird lately, after the day he stumbled and put a hand to his head, eyes wide, then he looked at me with confusion. He became more monotone, yet sarcastic, than before, he slowly distanced himself from me, making me feel hurt. I would use puberty as an excuse but we were years away from hitting that age and time. We were seven for crying out loud!
I kept getting more images, really, and I would tell Fran, as he knew the look I got when I saw these…'visions' when they filled my head, and each time, he would twitch at descriptions, as if he knew who or what I was talking about.
I look to my right (A/N: -AND I SEE THE HOLLYWOOD SIGN~ Sorry, I had to do it…okay, bye now…) and immediately stood up from my bed—a hospital bed, I noted—and yelpedwhen I felt the things attached to my arm ripped out. I stumbled over to him and climbed into his bed, getting under the thin covers and hugging him close.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered, tears pooling my eyes and falling down onto his hospital gown. "I'm sorry I was too weak to save you…I-I…" I cried, and clutched his gown, his eyes were closed, his hair was disheveled, showing all of his face unlike usual, some bandages were wrapped around his head as well and flattened part of his messy hair. I reached up and caressed his cheek.
"Lacie!" I lookup at the door, doctors and nurses were looking panicked, having paddles and other things but immediately relaxed when they saw me. I sniffed and snuggled back against my brother. "Lacie, you worried us, we thought your heart stopped," I then realized my heart monitor was a constant flat line, "please go back to your bed." I shook my head, looking up at Fran. 'Why did it have to be Fran?'
"You're my girlfriend now, so let's go!"
"I don't remember giving you permission to date my sister."
"I don't remember agreeing to being such a thing."
"Well, if you're not gonna listen…hold her!"
"Ah—hey! Let go! Fran!"
"Lacie—gah!"
My eyes narrowed as I remember the events that caused this, those little pricks had the nerve to touch me, to touch my little brother right in front of me ? I don't fucking think so.
"When can I be checked out?" I asked, sitting up, but grasping Fran's hand, staring at his sleeping face.
"…your grandmother will be back soon, seeing as you didn't have as much injuries as Fran, today would be fine. But only if you get back in bed so when can make sure you're okay."
I nod in agreement, squeezing Fran's hand and climbing out of the bed, going back to mine. Nurses came up to me and started hooking me back up, but I didn't really pay attention, as I was too busy thinking of a plan to get back at those kids—and I'll start with the main little bastard.
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I walked out to the playground, determination fueling me as I looked around. I stopped walking when he walked up to me, smiling like the happiest child in the world.
"So you came back for me!" He held out his hand, waiting for me to take it. I slapped it out of the way, shocking him and he held it close to him, tears welling up in his eyes. "Why'd you hit me?!"
"You hurt my brother."
"So what? He was in the way!" I went up to him and picked him up by the collar, ignoring my weak muscles screaming at me to let go since he was heavier than I had thought (and than what I could lift), I gripped his shirt tighter.
"You hurt my little brother," I hissed, eyes narrowed, "now I'm going to hurt you."
"Little Lacie! What do you think you're doing?!" Our teacher called from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, glaring at her.
"It is not unjustified, madame," her eyes widened at my choice of words. No seven year-old should know how to use that sentence, let alone the word 'unjustified', which is why I've kept most of my vocabulary to a minimum, waiting to get a bit older to let my smarticles out. But I can't hold back, not now. "He and his little group huty Fran, he's still in the ICU, I got discharged yesterday—and now I'm going to hurt him like he hurt Fran." I lifted my fist, ready to punch the kid who was a crying mess (I would never date such a brat) when I was suddenly picked up, making me let go of him, letting him drop to the ground with a 'thud'.
He took the chance, getting up and running away screaming and sobbing. I reached out with my hand, not wanting to let him escape without paying, sudden power flooded my being, he need to pay. He stopped in his tracks, looking around with confusion before spotting something, screaming in fear and horror before fainting, trembling in his unconscious state. That's what it probably looked like to everyone else anyways.
Because I saw an indigo mist enter and exit his brain before taking the form of a world that would most likely be a land of nightmares for him, scaring (and scarring) him shitless.
"Lacie! Wha-what did you do?!" The teacher gasped, pushing me aside and going to check on the boy. Her question echoed in my mind for a moment, getting me thinking. A series of memories rushed out from its hiding place somewhere in back of my mind.
I had seen this happen before, where people create something from nothing. But I had only seen it in a show—an anime. I had created an illusion around the boy, the mist gathered his deepest fears and consumed his mind, tricking him into thinking that they had come to life to teach him a lesson.
I know where I am, but it was so impossible that I didn't want to believe it; it was a thought that crossed my mind when I first arrive but immediately dismissed it, seeing that it could never be real.
But my theory on where I am…where I'm in…
Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
…or not, maybe I'm just psychic—like Akiza from Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds!
…right?