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Chapter 5

Amu's eyes were wide as she watched the fangs draw nearer and nearer to her flesh…

Amu shut her eyes tight as the spider-woman was inches from her neck. She tried to prepare for herself for all of the hurt and pain and death that was about to happen to her, when she realized that she didn't feel any pain. She didn't even feel the fangs against her skin. She opened her eyes and found the monster still sitting on the branch in front of her, but with a strange look on her face (if her face wasn't strange enough…). The monster no longer bore her fangs at Amu. This time it was just staring at her.

The sound of chanting was brought to Amu's ears. The words were those of a spell, but the spell was unfamiliar to her.

Ikuto! she thought, relieved. What was he doing though?

Suddenly, the spider-woman let out a high-pitched scream. Amu covered her ears and stared in horror at the creature.

The spider's skin started to burst in flames and its whole body was becoming compacted like something was crushing it from all sides. Then it started to disintegrate. Gray liquid oozed out of the monster and Amu couldn't seem to take her eyes of it, even though she badly wanted to. That's when deep cuts began to form all over the creature's body, the screams growing louder and louder with each new horror that was bestowed on the monster.

Ghost like figures appeared out of nowhere and went through the monster, somehow causing it more pain. Then the screams stopped. Amu gaped at the human head that sat in front of her, disconnected from its spider body. Amu screamed.

The ghost like creatures enveloped the body, including the head, and Amu kept screaming as the body disappeared into nothingness. The ghost like figures disappeared as well.

Amu's eyes widened as she saw him floating in mid-air, finishing off a spell that he was saying underneath his breath. No, not a spell. A series of curses.

"I-Ikuto?" she said slowly, full of fear.

Ikuto slowly opened his eyes. He seemed lost for a moment, and then seemed to snap back into the real world. "Amu! Are you all right?" He jumped onto the branch from where he was floating in mid-air and stood her up, wrapping his arms around her. "I was so worried. I thought she was going to kill you…" Amu was still in shock. After a few moments, Ikuto let go so that he could examine her. "Are you okay?" he asked again.

"Y-you—" Amu stuttered.

Ikuto looked away. "Did you guess it yet? My gift?"

"N-no—That's impossible-! But, y-you killed that, that monster so horribly, and, and—"

"I was using my gift, Amu."

"N-no, I won't believe that."

"You have to. Amu, you have to understand. I have the gift of dark magic."

(A/N: This would be my ideal place to stop but I feel like we just started so I will continue this chapter )

Amu wanted to run away. She wanted to leave this crazy dimension, go home, and forget this whole day ever happened. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option.

"No. No. No!" Amu said.

Dark magic. It couldn't be. Dark magic was the worst magic there was. Having this gift meant you could cause people so much pain, so much misfortune, horrible deaths. She even read that it was possible to bring back the dead, to control one's mind. This was the type of magic that you want to battle against. This gift was one of the rarest in the world. And… and usually the people who were given it, were… evil. And. Ikuto. Had. It. As. His. Gift.

Ikuto sighed and sat down on the branch. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Let me explain it to you, Amu." He then added in a much quieter voice, "Since you are the only one who would be able to help me…"

Amu hesitated before sitting down, trying to put as much space as she could between them, although frankly, there was hardly any space between them.

"My gift is dark magic," he began. Those words alone sent shivers down her spine. "My parents found out, when my pet cat died with swords in his eyes and his body crushed, although there wasn't anything crushing it that was visible. (Don't worry, it wasn't Yoru.) At first, they feared my gift was simply death. They never would've imagined it would be something as horrible as dark magic. When they realized that I did more than just death, that I could curse people internally, that I could talk to dead people, to spirits, that I could cause someone so much pain that they would wish they were dead, then they realized what my true gift was.

"It was simple, they said. Don't use it. That was harder said than done. I began going to magic schools, learning other magic. Good magic. Spells like your safe landing spell. But having this gift is a curse of its own. Performing good magic weakens me. That's what I found out. In actuality, it was all other magic, that didn't pertain to my gift. Even simple fire spells weakened me. The magic I performed had to cause one pain or death or curses, than… that magic weakens me. My energy runs low. That's what had happened when I was fighting that monster.

"It was hard not using it, either. It came so naturally to me, that it was hard not using it. If someone got me mad, I could simply say a curse and cause them a tremendous deal of pain.

"My parents soon gave up on me, after I almost made a sword go through my brother's head. They decided I was too dangerous to keep around, especially with a new born 'normal' child in the house. I was ten at the time. They sent me away to multiple boarding schools, not allowing me to come back, except for summer, and when I did come back, they would send me to an abandoned house in an abandoned neighborhood to live in. They'd transported me food and gifts so I could feel comfort, but I never did. I ran after that.

"That's when I wound up in this place. This godforsaken dimension. Only evil dwelled here. When I first arrived, I was going to be eaten by the monsters, and at that moment, I didn't really care. I was tired of having this gift. Then Jero saw me and instantly saw the gift I had. He took me in and for a couple of years I lived here, but that only made my gift enhance. I was able to perform it even easier and that was the opposite of what I wanted. Jero told me that I shouldn't reject it. It was who I am. I was meant to be evil. I was meant to be dark. And I believed him. Until one day, while I slept, I was sent a vision from who knows where." Ikuto stopped and stared at Amu thoroughly.

"What was your vision about?" whispered Amu.

Ikuto hesitated, and then continued. "My vision… showed that someone would come and would be my savior. It showed that this person would come and help me. Help me with this gift I was given. This person would be my key to saving me from being evil and a monster. The vision told me this person would be at Carmikle Academy. The vision said that this person would be a first year. My vision told me that this person would stand out from all the rest, and I would know when I saw this person, that this person was my savior. This was the person who could help me. The only person who would be able to save me."

"Who..."

"My vision said that this person would stand out… because this person would be the only one… who didn't know what was her gift."