I'm finally back! I had stopped writing this for a while because of some things going on... but it's a long story- and, speaking of stories, this is no long rated M!
I just don't feel right writing it anymore- the story line will remain the same, just less, uh, yeah.
And to all of the lovely people who reviewed the last chapter, I will be continuing! YAY!
UH, DISCLAIMER, DISCLAIMER, DISCLAIMER.
"Mom- no, please don't go!" he screamed towards the carriage, desperately trying to pull his body forward, "Please!"
The cold metal hands roughly pulled him back, throwing the boy on the ground.
"MOM! PLEASE STAY!" he shouted, crawling up from the worn dirt road and screamed another cry for his mother as it reached to the thick forest.
"Bring him to his room for now," that voice gave a glance behind him, before harshly turning on his foot and walking into the house.
"Stop! Let me go!" Natsu pulled and shoved and pushed, thrashing wildly and banging the hard metal with his fist, "Mom! Help me!"
The boy was dragged along the path he knew well, his screaming and crying turning turing to empty threats and whimpers.
"You disgust me," the tall machine quipped monotonously. His hand reached down to the handle of the wooden door.
Natsu's eyes widened, "NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE!"
His screams reached nowhere but the empty woods surrounding him as he was thrown into the cellar without care.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!" his scream was bloodcurdling as he jumped over and over again to get his hands to catch onto something so he could crawl out.
The once warm eyes were dull and cold, void of any of the happiness they used to spread onto the child and the people around him.
"Why?" the man almost couldn't remember why he was so awful, but then a zap to his neck brought him back to what he was saying, "because you deserve to die."
The wooden door to the cellar was slammed shut and locked, the force of its shut shaking the small light that hang from the ceiling, providing its pathetic amount of light to the darkness that shrouded it.
Natsu cried and cried, his body racking with sobs as he curled in a ball in the corner of the room, somehow convincing himself that he was the one in the wrong. Convincing himself that he didn't deserve anything. Convincing himself that he did deserve to die.
He repeated the same thing over and over, rocking back in forth in an unsporting manner, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," his hands moved up to his light red hair, pulling it as hard as his small fingers could in punishment for things he didn't do.
After all, the person who said those things was the one person who could convince him that he was doing something bad.
His cries subdoed to whimpers again as he muttered, "I'm sorry," he pulled his hair.
"Daddy."
Natsu woke up with a start, his hands shaking as his mind had played back through all the horrible things that had happened to him in his past.
"Calm down," he grasped at his knees in a similar way he used to hug them when he young, "breathe."
He panted and tried to level it out, holding a hand over his chest and lying back down.
He then thought of something better and got back up, standing up and walking over to Lucy's room, his hand resting for a moment, a small spark of hesitation riding over him.
He shook it off- she wasn't even there.
He opened the door and looked around the room, his eyes landing on a pool of her clothes she was in before she left.
He limply walked over, his hand picking up the shirt from the pile.
he knew it was creepy, knew it was wrong.
He lifted the shirt to his face and sniffed and instantly felt better. Somehow, her scent, her presence- they were so calming. It filled with that same relief that feeling wanted- no, he needed.
Maybe it wasn't even her. Maybe it was just that he couldn't help but feel like everyone and everything had left him. And now he found someone who would never leave him...
He sat on the floor, his eyes skimming the room, observing every detail.
His eyes stopped, making out a small bible on her dresser. Natsu actually was a Christian before everything had happened, but...
He stood up, bringing her shirt with him, and strode over to the book. Picking it up, he sat down on Lucy's bed and, after flipping chunks of pages a couple times, he started to read the first page of Luke.
Lucy's eyes and hands had looked over the horror and supernatural sections of the library 20 times! The Book of Zeref was nowhere to be seen.
She sighed, leaning back against a tall, wooden bookcase and chewed on her nail. She had gotten away from him, for now. She needed to do research- she had to have hope; she had to know that there was a way to escape his clutch, his 'contract.' And if there... Wasn't...
She shook her head and pushed up off the wood.
Lucy had been avoiding asking an employee- she didn't want to look like a crazy girl looking for some book about mythical (or so they say) creatures. It was creepy!
Lucy sighed again, lugging her body to the front desk, where a bored girl stood, reading a magazine.
Lucy stared at the red head for a second, expecting the girl to acknowledge her presence. When she continued to scan her eyes over a picture of a celebrity, Lucy cleared her throat.
The redhead looked up with an eyebrow raised before muttering unenthusiastically, "How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for the renewed copy of the book of Zeref?" Lucy's questioning tone caused the girl to look back down.
She pointed her arm in the direction of a table, where an elderly lady sat reading a black book.
Lucy felt dumb being confused.
When Lucy opened my mouth to ask her to confirm which section she was pointing to, but the girl opened her mouth, without even looking up at the blonde, and replied, "She comes here every Monday and Friday and reads it- never bothers to check it out. If you want it, ask her."
Lucy nodded and walked over to the old woman- her greying hair was pulled into a disorganized bun. She was hunched over the book, her eyelids drooped lazily and her blue eyes looking up at Lucy.
Her eyes narrowed when Lucy stopped in front of the table. She breathed out and closed the book, her eyes closing before opening again.
"Yes?" the woman's eyes crinkle as she squinted to observe the blonde.
"Um, I'm sorry to bother you, but I really need that book," Lucy bit her lip as her hand went up to rub up and down her other arm.
"Well, sorry, girl, but-" the woman's wrinkled eyes widen, her thinning eyebrows raised as she shook her head, staring at Lucy's hand, "It can't be..."
"Um," Lucy gave a confused look as the woman started mumbling things. Lucy leaned in, trying to hear her, "Is something wro-"
"It's nothing," she quipped. The woman stood up, sliding it towards the young girl, "Take it," she walked away.
"Oh," somewhat surprised, Lucy grabbed the book and hugged it to her chest, "Thank you!" Lucy called after her.
The woman lifted her hand from folded behind her back and waved Lucy off.
Lucy gave a wavering glance at the woman, before looking down at the book and skimming her thumb across the title.
The woman was already out the door, her blue eyes looking up at the same shade of the sky, "But... If it is something..." the woman, once again, shook her head and sighed, "What have you gotten yourself into, girl?"