I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them.
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Allie Mercia's POV (has not been mentioned before)
To set the scene, it was an average day weatherwise for England: the sky was clear and bright but the air was felt like it had come straight from the polar ice caps themselves. So a little bit about me, I'm 17 in 3 days and I was born with this... supernatural ability to sense how dangerous a person is by the number they have hovering over their heads.
Usually it's a 1 or 2 - this might mean that the person can fight a bit but they're not trained, if their number is 3-5 they have the ability to fight better due to training but the number's still low because if someone handed them a gun and said to shoot someone they wouldn't have the gut to do it. Fun fact, once I saw a suspicious looking man with the number 7 hovering over his head so I took a photo of him and sent it to the police. Turns out he was a wanted murderer. Long story short they tracked him down and now he's spending his sentence in gaol.
Anyway, it's a normal school day: the morning fights with siblings and parents, the 'where's my other sock!' and 'I feel sick, can I stay home!' yelling throughout the house. But just imagine that 12 kids are yelling random things at the same time, that's how many siblings I have. But none of them knows about my... well, I guess it's some type of telepathy.
The only thing separated today from all of the other boring, repetitive days is that there was a new girl at school. She had really pretty hazel eyes, loads of freckles, long chocolatey brown hair and an attitude that you couldn't miss. But the most interesting feature about her was that her number read 11. That's even more than the murderer I had stopped, the serial killers I saw on TV.
I decided to talk to her because even if she is dangerous, she still needs friends and I have learnt from experience that emotional pain can make a person 5 times for dangerous. She needs a friend.
"Hi, I'm Allie. Allie Mercia. I love your eyes, what's your name?" I ask her, trying to keep the mood light-hearted.
"Kyra... I like your... face." She smiled slightly at me, her number dropping from 11 to 7. Still dangerous though.
"Is it your first day here?" It's an obvious question but still.
"Well actually, I went here for a few days half a year ago."
"Gee, it must be a good school then!" We laugh for a bit. The number drops from 7 to 6.
"It was mainly family issues that I left rather than the school but there was this eshay that slapped my arse. Don't worry, he got dealt with."
"Oh. M. Goodness. You're the girl that bought Dan to justice?" I ask with wide eyes.
"If that's cunt face the bully then yeah." She smiles at me, not so scary now. See, some people just need a friend or someone to talk to.
"Um, I could you show me to class E14. I think it's English." She asks while unfolding her paper timetable and trying to balance her backpack all at once.
