Alvarez Shenanigans

The Possible End

A quick head canon of Obra being part of the 12, hope you enjoy my creepiness 

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"U alright?" Lucy asked, her dark eyes narrowing at the prisoner before her. The man snorted and glanced at her from beneath his Raven locks.

"As well as a man can be behind bars." He muttered. Dark, blood thirsty eyes met her's, sending a chill up her spine. Lucy gulped, swallowing her growing fear. He continued to look at her, eyes lazy but calculative. "How intriguing..." His voice trailed off, a whisper of a smile forming his lips. Lucy glared at him, her right hand slowly lowering and clutching her precious keys, they were warm in her palm. She squeezed them tighter. "What's interesting?" She heard herself say. The man's smile deepened, "you look familiar. I was wondering from where I seen your face. Now I recall." Lucy shifted uneasily under his gaze. Somehow, even while he was sitting on the ground and she stood over him, he was looking down at her, like a predator looked at its prey. "Yes, indeed," he continues in that soft voice of his, "U are Lucy Heartfillia." Lucy slowly nodded as she backed away from the bars. The half smile broke into a malicious grin, "ah yes, Miss Lucy Heartfillia, I hope you remember me? Do you?"

Lucy shuffled through her memory, not a single person she had met had a face like his. No face she's seen matched his pale complexion, dark, cold eyes, ebony hair, and the small scar that traveled up from his pointed jaw, across his cheek and around his eye, stopping at his temple. "No, sorry" she said curtly.

He sighed, "why must I always spell everything out to you Ishgarians." His voice lowered a few notes, "I wonder what a show it would have been if I haven't stopped you from casting that spell on Flare hmm~"

Lucy felt as if someone dropped lead on her chest. Her mind wrapped around itself, no, no, it can't be. It can't be, he is the one who... Her body started shaking uncontrollably. No...no...no...

The man got to his feet, "my name is Oberon, Obra for short. Now you remember me? Now you recall what I alone can do to you and your friends?" He gripped the bars making them scream as he bent them forward. Lucy stood paralyzed in her place, Obra's eye the only feature she could see. His eye half closed, glassy, reflective of the images around him. "These cuffs and bars won't hold me for forever..."