Blue Exorcist - The Game Of Time

Alyssa's secrets

My name is Alyssa Garner, I'm 34 and I live in New York in the United States in Brooklyn. My parents are nammed Georges and Sarah Garner. I'm an Upper 2nd Class exorcist with the Tamer and Doctor qualifications. I know, you're probably making fun of me saying that "the exorcists are charlatans and demons doesn't exist!". And you are wrong, demon exist for real. It's just that a few people are able to see them. I'm a part of this little percentage of the population.

Demons are fascinating me since I'm a little girl, they are really exciting creatures. It's because of that that I specilized in demonology. I try to specialize in demon's behavior studies, I've learn a lot about them, more than the average of the exorcists. Despite my years of studies on them, they remain mysterious and fascinating.

But well, this is not the biggest mystery in my life, the most mysterious subject I ever have to deal with is myself.

How could I explain that? I feel... Different. It's justified by the fact that I have unique capacities, "surnatural" would be the good word. I've been hidding it since my childhood to my relatives. The first thing is that, even for a tamer, I have a special link with demons, and this even before becoming an exorcist. When I was playing when I was a child, I was more playing with demons than other children. They found me weird, strange, because they had the impression that I was talking alone. I don't know why, but I have a real affinity with demons, and it's mutual. Demons like me. This is what is allowing me to be an exceptional trainer, at the point that I don't need weapons to fight or defend myself. My study on demons allow me to understand better the pathologies they cause and how to treat them. My searchings are complementary to my work.

But that's not all, about my powers, because this connection to demons could have a simple explanation, like luck. But the rest can't be explain that easly.

I have the power to see people's futur and past. It seems crazy, even I didn't believe it at the begening. I'm going to tell you how I've realized it.

I was 7 and I already had regularly, when I was touching people, images jumping to my eyes about the concerned person, it was often an important moment or conversation. I was at school and the teacher asked us to hold hands in pairs. I was the last one because the others already were by pairs and holding hands. I didn't have a lot of friends at the time. So I took the hand of the other last one kid, he was kind of lonely, like me. The others were mocking us because for them, a girl and a boy holding hands mean they are in love, but we both didn't really care about them. But at the moment I held his hand, I had a vision. I saw him in a dark room crying, I could hear the shouts of an argument in the background. He was terrified. It was the first time I had such terrifying vision, it was even worse for me because I was very young. Then, a man entered in the room, shouting, it probably was his father. He had took the boy by the collar and lifted him. The poor boy was shaking and shouting frantically "Sorry! Sorry!...". Then the man threw him violently on the floor, the boy hurt the back of his head against the corner of a piece of furniture. The last image I saw was the bleeding wound of the little boy. After that, I became as white as a sheet and looked at him: he was looking down, unsmilling, that's quite unasual for a boy of this age. At this moment, I asked myself: what if it was true, that his dad was really beating him? I couldn't not let go his hand and look at the back of his head, but there was nothing nothing.

"- What are you doing?... He asked me surprised by my behavior.

- Huh nothing sorry", I said holding his hand back.

I've said to myself that I invented it, despite the realism of my vision. I already had visions like that before, but never that important, I thought it was a fantasy from my child mind, as my parents said to me. Despite all my effort, I couldn't forget it, it haunted me.  One day, this boy had been absent for couple days. He was sick, apparently. Then he came back. I was sitting on my desk working, and when I've looked up, what I saw chilled me to the bones: he was sitting in front of me, from behind, a little scar on the back of his head.