Coming home

chapter 4 Scars

Lucy’s eyes fluttered open as light poured in from the left making her wince. Her head throbbed with the rhythm of a heart beat as she slowly sat up taking in her surroundings. She was definitely in the infirmary of the new fairy tail guild, but something felt amiss. The guild could be heard faintly through the hall, laughing and clinking glass beer mugs together in cheer. It felt more robotic than usual though. The sound of gravel and dirt flicking about ripped her from her suspicious thoughts as the lovely face of mirajane strauss came into view through the door. She held a tray with handles on either side for her to hold. On it was a white glass plate with toast and some eggs. A little bouquet sat beside it. It was made up of white lilies and pink roses and sprinkled with dashes of blue bonnet sprouts to make them seem altogether. Strange, lucy thought, have we always had bluebells grow here in magnolia? “You’re finally awake.” The white haired girl stated. The girl sighed in happiness as she quickly rushed over to her friend setting down the tray and embracing her in a quick hug. Lucy stayed in place as she always would when someone would hug her now, careful to make sure to keep up her barriers. “Why didn’t you tell me lucy?” Her soft fragile voice floated into her ear. “Tell you what?” Lucy asked being very oblivious to the situation. Mira didn’t say though what Lucy expected her to say. In fact she didn’t say anything. She pulled back from her hug,  gently gripping her shoulders. Lucy waited for her to say something, anything. This wasnt like mira to keep so much silence. She feared of who it actually was. Her stomach sank and her heart beat increased, truly terrified by the one in front of her. The hands on her bare shoulders made her shiver with horror. She looked straight at it’s face though because she couldn't turn away. It was hard for her to see anything else but who this being was in front of her. It smiled and that made her eyes go to the point in which she couldn't open them any wider. Its smile was more bloodlust than the one of a normal human being. Her face started to drip with blood coming from her mouth of gums and all. Her eyes turned dark red, pupil and all as her skin turned jet black. It was the demon indeed, playing with the body of mirajane. Its hands became larger in size as they melted like lava onto lucys skin. Suddenly though after they had reached her forearms beginning it turned solid and plunged themselves into her delicate body. She screamed in pain, seeming to shake the glass of the thick windows. as her nervous system reacted accordingly to the situation. Blood poured out from every hole it made. It sunk deeper and deeper as the cuts grew larger and larger. Soon it had gone through her entire arms. Lucy couldn’t feel a thing anymore. She had convinced herself this was real, that her demon had somehow made its way into mirajanes body. But that could just not be true. for the demon had promised her one thing, and one thing only. “ i won’t go to your friends bodies. As long as you don't kill me or tell them directly of me.” She hadn’t broken that rule yet, to her knowledge, but he did tease her of just telling them because he so badly wanted to torture her. He was a demon of his word though and he could not go back on it. So now as the demon unsinks it claws from her limp tattered arms and pulls back  its large long sharp hands pointed to kill anything with just a touch and sink it into her unblemished chest covered only by a white tank top, she closes her eyes and waited with patience for contact to come. Yet nothing came in contact with her exterior. She tried to open her eyes but it was dark. She couldn't see anything. Being out of control made her heart skip a beat. What was happening? Instantaneously a large red eye appeared in front of her. The top layer could be seen as rounded glass but swirling around and the veins could be heard pumping blood into the blinking eye from time to time. Or maybe it was just lucy’s heartbeat ringing through her ears. The black pupil now suddenly looked down upon her own eyes as its crippling voice echoed throughout her. “Aw, that sweet. You thought you could overcome me.” She cringed as the voice screeched like a chalk board. And yet it seemed like such a normal tone even though it was very much screaming.“Take back the show you once had. Baby, i'm running the show now. You’re just one of the puppets.” it spoke coldly, disowning her to one of the measly side shows. “ But i think I’m getting tired of your act.” It said as the eye engulfed her vision.