It was raining. The trees outside thrashed from side to side, violently. The dark gray clouds raced across the sky. Inside, the hallways were dark and cold. The rooms, that lined up the long hallways, were empty except one the sign above the door said ‘Class 1-B’ in white letters, against the black cherry wood on which they were written. Inside were a special group of people grieving for their precious friend. This friend I talk about, was walking out in the hallways farther and farther away from Class 1-B. she was wondering why the middle school principal would want her to meet him at the front entrance…
Back at the classroom the students huddled together, shedding tears. They all knew their happy times together had come to an end. Even the two most emotionless people couldn’t hold back their tears. For them this girl, that was on her way to the front, was the base that held their lives together. Their push and pull. Their gravity that kept them going.
“Why?” said a girl with short black hair and amethyst eyes. Her name was Imai Hotaru, though almost everyone called her “The Ice Queen”. “Why must you take her away?! Have you know clue how useless she is to you guys--” Her shoulders shook violently as she sobbed, loosing control. She had let her bestr friend be take away without even trying to stop it.
“You must understand, Imai. Nothing lasts forever. We must take her for she needs her mother’s guidance. If you love her so much then you should understand how dangerous this ‘innocent’ girl has become.” said the masked man.
“******** YOU!! ******** IT ALL!! THIS ALL BULLSHIT! You don’t know what you’re saying!” Natsume shouted. Though Natsume did not show signs of crying his eyes showed anger. His ruby eyes were intensely hot as his Fire Alice with anger. He was in love with the mentioned girl. He never did have the chance to let her know, and this he regretted with everything he had
“Silence” boomed the masked man’s voice. Then a taller masked men stepped forward with an outstretched hand. He spread his fingers as wide as it was possible and began to speak.
“On this rainy day
Of a Sakura blooming spring
From your minds
She’ll be erased
I shall hold on to your memories
And return them once you’re ready”
A wave of white light spread throughout the room, starting from the chanter’s hand.
“Mikan”
A scream if despair reached the brunette that walked through the hallways. She stopped and tilted her head in the direction of the voice. Did someone call me? She thought. She looked a the ground to see her shadow grow longer. Her heart beat increase and goose bumps arose on her porcelain arms. She could see the door to the entrance was just a few feet away. But she also saw a man that was not the principal.
“Ah, there you are. What took you so long?” he asked, once he noticed her presence. The brunette named Mikan froze in shock. She was barely putting the puzzle together she stood there for a while, in dread. She turned and started to run away in fear. She heard the man’s heavy footsteps behind her becoming louder and louder.
The hallway seemed narrow and darker. The rain outside came down stronger and louder. Mikan could no longer hear the footsteps only the rain pounding against the windows. She felt something grab at her arm. She briskly pulled her arm forward, in an attempt to escape. But as she did so she, lost her balance.
“You can’t run away” was the last thing she heard as she fell into the arms of her predator. She could no longer feel the floor, for she’d been picked up. The man hugged her close to his chest and whispered, “You mustn’t run away. It is fro your own good. Now sleep…”
At first everything was black but was gradually filled with light all my surroundings were white…
to be continued...
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