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Chapter 3- In your dreams

Lucy couldn't believe this. It was as if she was in medieval times. One second she was sleeping peacefully and the next she was about to get hanged. By Natsu, no less. Her hands scrabbled desperately at the thick rope that was wound around her pale neck. She stared at Natsu, who had a stoic face. There was no way that this was happening. What happened to the guild, Erza, Gray, Happy, Wendy, Carla? What about Master, Romeo, Cana? She must be hallucinating. Lucy frantically rubbed her eyes, fiercely praying that this wasn't reality. Lucy tentatively opened her eyes, but she was still here.

Lucy saw Gray and Erza and Happy and Wendy. They were in the crowd that surrounded her, chanting along with the rest of the guild.

"Witch!"

"Kill her!"

Lucy's feet dangled in the air, both of them hovering uncertainly, trying to find a foothold. She found none. The rope got tighter and tighter and tighter-

#LINE BREAK OF AWESOMENESS-

Natsu wandered absently around Magnolia, when he found himself looking at Lucy's front door. He sighed, and hoisted himself up to the window. He climbed inside, landing on Lucy's pink bed. Natsu sniffed. Someone else's scent was in the air. It was a truly rotten stench, smelling faintly of blood. Natsu frowned. They were here recently, perhaps yesterday? A day had passed since Lucy was in a coma- and now a weird, disgusting scent was in her room? That did not sit well with Natsu. He jumped up, pacing the room. What should he do? The obvious answer was to go to the guild and inform Gramps, but Natsu wanted to catch this basta*d who was in Lucy's house.

Ugh, thinking is not Natsu's thing. His head always hurt when he thought too much. He probabl- ITTAAAAIIII! Natsu growled at the wall. How could a puny thing like a wall hurt his head? Natsu pulled his hand back and made a fist.

"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!" The wall crumbled into smoldering ashes. Uh-oh. Lucy was going to kill him for that. At least she wasn't here. Natsu scratched his head. A light bulb lit up on top of his head.

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DONE!

The wall was now back in place, thanks to about 13 rolls of masking tape. Lucy would be proud. He had taped all the pieces together, and now the wall was even prettier, like a jigsaw puzzle! Except with masking tape. Natsu dusted his hands. Okay, now for the weird scent.

Natsu scratched his head. Yeah, he was going to go tell Gramps. He went over to the edge of the window and leaped out, sailing straight over the awnings and onto the ground. Natsu ran all the way to the guild without breaking a sweat. He burst through the doors and strode towards Gramps' office. He pushed the doors open.

"Yes Natsu?" Makarov said without looking up.

"Gramps, there's a weird smell in Lucy's room." Natsu said. Makarov didn't look disturbed or surprised. He was just curious.

"It smells kind of like blood, but whoever it was, they have a lot of magic power." Natsu said hurriedly. Makarov did nothing but nod and look up at Natsu.

"So what are you going to do?" Makarov asked.

"I'm gonna chase this guy and give him a beating." Natsu said determinedly.

"Just bring him back. We need him to talk." Makarov said.

"'Kay." Natsu replied.

He went outside, leaving Makarov to his thoughts.

Just what was happening?