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Chapter 13

Levy was wallowing in guilt.

Even though back at the guild Master had tried to say that Lucy was trying to help her so she shouldn't feel guilty. She still felt it so she had left the guild and gone to her apartment to where she was now.

Levy was worried her friend would do something reckless, she tended to do reckless stuff when her friends were in trouble. She had been willing to go back to her father to make sure the guild stayed hidden from the guards. The more Levy thought about it the more she hoped that Lucy would stay in her room with Natsu keeping her company. Yet the blue haired girl couldn't picture her best friend sitting down and doing nothing, she was a women of action. And she had said she was going to find out what Levy was doing.

The more the petite woman thought about it, the more she became worried and the knots in stomach increased. This won't end well, Levy thought uneasily.

Levy looked at the house and as she gazed at the front door she felt a knot twist in stomach, she had a suspicion if she went through the front door something bad would happen. Despite that, she took the steps needed to cross the grass and get to the front door. She only hesitated when she stood in front of door but she still walked through it once she had picked the lock silently.

The house was not exactly up to date with the style most houses had now but it worked for the person who lived here. It had arches instead of square doorways and was built of wood, rather than the more commonly used bricks of this era.

She quickly scanned the first floor for the book but didn't find it so she hurried up the stairs making sure to check the stair before stepping on it. In old houses there were creaky stairs and Levy had once made the mistake of not checking.

Once she reached the top she allowed the breath she had been holding out and relaxed for a second but as she took another breath she tensed and went back on alert.

She could have sworn she heard noise outside but dismissed as a bird squawking on the street. Which made her break the third rule of thieves; when on a job there is no such thing as being over cautious. The first rule was don't get caught and the second was don't steal someone else's con. There were others but those were the most common most ones.

Levy moved towards the cabinet in the room she had snuck in, she squinted at it trying to see better in the dark room. She opened it hoping it wouldn't creak. It didn't, the blue haired girl let out a sigh of relief before putting her hand in the cabinet

She turned only to feel the coldness of an iron sword pressed against her hot, sweaty neck. The bluenette's heart skipped a beat. In fact, the guards could probably hear her heartbeat pounding, it was so loud, out of panic and fear of being caught.

"Drop the book and slowly walk towards me" a guard said gruffly, she could tell it wasn't the one who was holding the sword to her neck, the voice seemed to come from farther away.

She did as asked of her all while thinking, This can't be happening, and, This isn't possible, when she was right in front of the guard that had talked, another guard talked.

"Let's go see if you have already killed your victim or if we caught you in time," he says but with so much malice, she couldn't help but shiver.

"Zef, control your anger." Came a stern voice that she recognized as Gajeel's from the ball.

As much as she wanted to say she hadn't killed anyone, she didn't for she knew that they would never believe her, no matter how much she would shout that she didn't. It made her feel helpless and angry that she couldn't even say the truth or prove she was innocent to these supposedly guards. 'Fighters of justice', she couldn't help but scoff as she remember their slogan. Even though she was angry, she could feel tears gathering up underneath her eyelids and a lump in her throat, she decided to ignore them and continue as if nothing had just jarred her whole world.

When she reached the room, she paused to pray to some non-existent god before entering. The first thing she felt, or should I say smelled, was the metallic tang of blood that brought back unwanted memories, but she managed to push them back. However, after taking a look at the two dead bodies, which had been hacked at by a dull sword that wasn't sharp enough to cut, she did not have the energy to fight back against the unwanted memory. As she went back to the past she fainted, which shocked most of the guards including the new commander.

"Mama, Papa, Uncle!" said a little blue haired girl who had just rushed through the front door with the energy only a child could have. As she went to the kitchen only to find no one and have the same result with the den, her face became worried and scared something had happened to her parents.

To reassure herself she called out again, "Mama!" knowing that her mom would hear the panic in her voice and come out of her hiding place. But when she didn't, the little girl ran up the stairs to her parent's bedroom and smelled something weird but was too young to recognize it as blood. She slammed her parent's door open only to find a scene that would scar her forever. Her parents had been hacked to death, along with her uncle, and red shiny liquid had been splattered all over the walls and the ceiling. As she walked in a daze over to her parent's bodies, the little girl noticed that her mother was clutching on to something in her hand. And so she unraveled her mother's stiff, cold fingers to find a trinket she had done a year ago.

When she that particular trinket she snapped. Her sanity snapped. Her will broke. She showed this to the world when she screamed, a horrible scream that someone of her age should not be able to do. In that one scream, she shoved all of her grief, rage, shock, and lastly, love in it. It would have broken hearts had there been anyone alive left in her village, for they had all been killed by the same person. The person who killed her parents. She had stayed there sobbing in shock for about a week before standing up and turning into a new person. Turning another chapter of her life.

She woke up sweating in a cold, hard bed that was not her comfy, warm bed. Levy went to move her hair out of her eyes, only to find her hands were tied to a post.

After blinking a couple of times to adjust to the dim light from the hallway, she was able to see a bit. Enough to realize that she was in prison of some kind, she was in a cell that had bars on two sides, the other sides were closed off by cement walls. From what she could tell it looked as though the cell to the left of her was empty. There was another cell in front of her across the small hallway but she couldn't tell if it was empty or not, there wasn't enough light. It also seemed that it was underground because the only source of light she had were the lightbulbs in the hallway and she could see the outline of stairs to her right

Levy wished she had a book, there was enough light to read a book, at least she thought so. And it was quiet, it would've been perfect, if only they hadn't taken away the book she had stolen. So maybe it wouldn't be perfect, she was in a prison of some sort, but it would've been nice, at the very least.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a rustle and a squeak of a person moving on a bed.

"Hello?" Levy said quietly, then mentally cursing herself, "hello?!" This time she said it louder and nodded with satisfaction as it echoed in the prison she was in. There was another squeak as though the person had turned to one side but was now getting up.

To her shock, she saw a silhouette of a person in the cell across from her, so there had been a person in there, Levy thought.

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