Chapter 2: Encounter
My heart completely closed at the sight of bright red.
I sat in the room with walls stained in red and shattered glass on the floor. Family picture on the ground, ripped to shreds, furniture throw to the side with tables and couches on their sides. My dark hair once long now cut unevenly and stained in red, my eyes empty without light. I lifted up my head half way at the two corpses lying in front of me. One lying on his back and a deep gash in his chest right above his heart, the other his eyes wide open on his stomach, he held a knife in one hand and a hand full of hair in the other. His eyes looked deep in to mine,
"You killed me," his eyes spoke
Hatred and sorrow, pain and anger, darkness and death… they all stood in this room,
Crawling over to the body on his back and cradled his head in my arms. I stared in to his lifeless eyes and touched his cold face. The clock ticked loudly… everything around me darkened and I went blind. Resting one hand on his chest, I leaned over to his left ear and sang softly. My purple iris glowed and slowly faded in to a bright green.
"Are you sure, Allen?"
My eyes weakly opened at the sound of voices, I turned my head to the light. It seemed to be midday, the sun shined so brightly that it warmed up the room. Slowly sitting up, my eyes roamed the place. A simply designed small room, a small bed, a small table next to the bed, a hospital possibly?
"Yes, I heard them say innocence,"
I turned my head towards the voices. Innocence? What are they talking about?
"Anyway, we'll have to ask her the details," another voice joined the conversation.
What was going on? What am I doing here? Why am I here and how long have I been here?
I put my hands on my chest. Then the memories flashed through my mind. I was chasing after him and… And… I was shot… in the chest. It was a large purple bullet… what was that?
I kept my eyes looking at the wound, not because I was surprised. It was because I was… disappointed. Death was something I could never come across, not matter how much I wished for my last breath. It was something I could never accomplish… The grip on the white shirt I wore tightened, I had to get out of here. I looked around for my metal armor and bag. They were sitting in the corner of the room on a chair. Pulling out the needles and iv drip from my arm, I threw off the covers and tried to go to my items. But the second I got on my feet, I dropped forward on to my legs. Damn, they're numb…
"I'll go check on her,"
I heard, my head turned towards the door and the white hair boy from before came in. He looked down at me in surprise,
"A-are you okay?"
He got down to me and helped me on to the bed. I was surprised, even though I couldn't show it… but why was this boy so kind to me?
"How do you feel?" he asked, I stared at him, "Eh- um…" he seemed a bit worried. Then I pointed at my bag, "Eh- what? Do you want me to get something?" I nodded once, he walked over to my bag and handed it to me. Pulling out a notepad and pen, I scribbled quickly on a clean sheet of paper,
[I'm fine, thank you]
"-, that's good. I'm Allen Walker. I'm an exorcist of the Black Order." He introduced himself,
I started to get curious of this boy,
[I'm Sharon S. Schatten]
"Sharon? Okay-"
"Oh, She's a cutie!" Our heads turned to the door where a red hair boy stood leaning against the wall. "I'm Lavi," he said with a light smirk. Allen let out a sigh,
"Anyway, Sharon," I turned my attention to Allen. "Can I ask you something?" I gave a nod, "Do you have an innocence?"
Innocence again? I just tilted head to the side,
"Allen, I think she doesn't understand?"
Then he lifted his left arm, it was a deep red color as if it was dipped in a pool of blood… and it looks inhumane… well, I'm not the one to say… I'm clearly not human…
Suddenly, his arm turned in to a large claw,
"This is an anti-akuma weapon, it is created by an innocence, innocence is-"
I reached out and rested my hand on his arm. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the energy flowing through his arm. It was if his arm had its own life, different from Allen's body… Slowly opening my eyes, I set my arm down and pulled out a small jar from my bag with a small bright light inside,
[Are you talking about this?]
They gave a nod to me,
"Yup, that's the innocence,"
I handed the jar to Allen,
[I found it during my journey; I have no use for it. I can't even touch it,]
"Eh- but…" Lavi didn't continue his sentence,
"Then how did you survive the akuma's bullet?" Allen asked, I stared at them contemplating to tell the truth or not. Finally, I lifted a piece of paper,
[I'm a Necromancer,]
Lavi's eyes widen, but Allen…
"What is a Necromancer?"
Lavi turned to him with a shock expression, I turned to Lavi and he stared at me,
"Do you want me to explain?" he asked, I gave a nod and he turned to Allen, "To put it simply, a sorcerer of black magic of the dead," he explained, "They can communicate with the dead, or sometimes bring back people from the dead," I nodded in agreement, Lavi seemed have quite a lot of knowledge,
"Sorcerer of the Dead?" Allen turned to me. Then this is when everything goes the way it normally would go. But before Allen could say anymore, Lavi spoke up.
"For now, let's have Hevlaska take a look at her," he suggested, "Maybe we'll learn a bit more from her," Allen turned to him and nodded,
"Yeah,"
What were they talking about now? I lifted my notepad again,
[Where are we?]
"Oh, we're at our 'home', the Black Order," Lavi told me.