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Lucy had been walking for hours in an unerringly straight line through the forest. The root and fauna covered ground slowing her progress but she was still making good time. The voice needed her to go deep into the forest, just keep walking until the clearing then stop and wait. Lucy liked it out here, no people or city life, rarely any monsters or other higher beings. Just watching the animals scurry past, the wind whistling through the leaves and the silence of nature for miles. Apart from inside her own head.
The voice had been ranting for two days after that interaction until the connection between them started to flicker in an out, sending waves of memory loss through her head. Not only had she already forgotten the entire event, but that there had even been one. The last thing she remembered was about 10 minutes ago when she tripped over a root and lost her previous train of thought. The voice was still angry she had become involved in all of that, even thought it was the voices plan. Angry that such beings had the arrogance to simply pop into whatever situation they wanted and ruin it's work. Lucy, by proximity, was also angry, though did not know why.
When people that strong turn up and start hitting stuff, you run, the voice told her. The voice could not afford to lose her, the voice was her, without no her, there was no it. Without no it, there was no funding for Kisami, and without funding, well the day would get very boring for him indeed.
Lucy parted a large fern to discover the clearing she had been destined for, a flat area of land shrouded from air and sides by foliage and trees. The ground was trampled and slightly muddy, with signs this was the home or frequented location of some large animal nearby. Lucy seemed unperturbed, as the voice did, they both knew she was more than capable of dealing with any animal these forests could throw at her. But it was no animal coming for her.
After about an hour, a tree rustled nearby, eyes peering into the clearing then disappearing. Lucy caught a flash of a humans face before he strolled through a bush and over towards her. He walked calmly, with one hand out front as if wary of her. Lucy was not scared, but she was uneasy. This man seemed to stand for everything she hated, but she did not remember him. She looked into his calculating eyes and pain shot through her head, sending her to her knees.
Before she could recover, his hand was on the back of her neck and injecting something that burned like ice through her veins. Lucy shuddered for a second, then her limbs grew rigid, unable to move from this position as hard as she tried to struggle against it. She could feel the man staring at her, judging her and considering her. Then he took out a large knife and stabbed it in the ground in front of her, the message was clear. She stopped struggling.
"What..." She struggled to moan through her teeth.
The man shushed her several times, then she heard a light whirring noise and a pinch on the back of her neck. A canister protruding from the base of the tool he held splashed a deep purple inside. Lucy was shaking as memories jabbed at her mind like shards of falling glass, piercing her thoughts with flashes of images and emotion then gone just as quickly. A single tear dropped from her eye as the frustration of her life overtook her then was gone just as quickly. The voice told her it would be ok, told her everything would be fine tomorrow, this was just something that had to be done. What choice did she have but to listen?
After what could have been an eternity or five minutes, Lucy felt a pinch of pain from the tool and dug her hands into the dirt to brace against it. Then stared, the dirt picked up in her hands felt course and wet. But she had moved her hands, which meant control was coming back.
The man was still focused on her neck, muttering words in a language she did not understand. The voice in her head sounded far away now, but still fluctuating, as if the volume were being turned up and down. Lucy did not understand, the voice was her. The voice had always been there, it was her consciousness talking to her, telling her the facts she was not strong enough to know. It guided her, protected her, calmed her. So how could it be far away, unless this man had something to do with it...she risked a flicker of her eyes just for one glance at him.
He did not notice, but now she was sure, as the man cursed and the voice faded entirely she lashed out in a moment of panic. Her fist flew up to catch his ribs, sending him sprawling backwards from the crouched position he was in. She snatched up the knife from where he had left it sticking out of the ground and backed away. The man stared at the knife and at her in shock, struggling to find his footing under his kimono. Somewhere in the darkness of her mind she heard a faint call, like the last remains of an echo. It told her to stay. She hesitated, trying to grasp her own thoughts to cling on to but unable to trust them. So she just ran.
She vanished into the trees before the man could stand, not sparing a second to look behind her. If she had she would have seen him stood where he had fallen, staring after her with all the time in the world.
Tree, tree, bush, tree, bush, tree. They all looked the same, the roots all twisted and the leaves all swished. Lucy slowed down to lean against a tree and regain her breath. She finally allowed herself a look back and saw nothing but more forest. Allowing her head to hit the tree in a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. For the first time in her life two things were not happening, she was not freaking out, and no voice telling her not to freak out.
A rustle of tree nearby snapped her head up, looking around but spying only a deer that seemed to be moving away from her with haste. Her mind was calm, almost too calm, the adrenaline keeping her mind in full control. At no point had Lucy fully realized her control, half of her mind had just been severed and all she had was this knife. She looked at it, a fairly bland knife with no real features or distinctive marks, but it was all she had. Apart from her- suddenly a stadium full of voices smashed into her thoughts, clawing at her insecurities and throwing boulders into the tranquil waters of her mind.
Her mind was a tornado of thoughts, smashing each other out of the way and dismissed faster than they could be formed. The echo had become a whisper, slowly crawling back into the front of her mind. It told her to come back, give in, she could trust him if she only let him show her. Lucy slid down the tree with her head in her hands, squeezing her own head, she watched powerless as her mind tore itself apart with paranoia.
The worst part was she could feel him. Feel him approaching, calmly, relaxed and relieved. The voice told her she should not have run. This man could be trusted. But Lucy was not so sure. The voice demanded her trust, she had felt freedom now and she wanted to experience more of it. The voice told her she could be free now, she just needed to trust the man for a little bit. She could hear the crunch of his steps on the leaves, the snap of a twig and the labors of his breath.
Her eyes were still closed as the shadow fell over her, the dwindling light that shone through the leaves stopped nearly 150 million KM through their journey.
"A friend is just a stranger you risked trusting." The man spoke softly.
With no further deliberation, Lucy threw the knife blindly towards him. The man spoke with the voice that was in her head and further. She heard him every time she had heard him. She scrambled to her feet but barely made it a step before her head split open with memories. Stumbling forwards she turned to see where he was, but he was gone, the knife was wedged in a tree several meters from where he had been. She could see it had gone nowhere near where he had stood but did not have time to look around as another wave hit.
Lucy was strapped to a table in a dark room with the man standing over her. He was laughing loudly with his tattoo device whirring freely in his hand. His eyes were wide and glinting green, the voice in her head pounded at her skull and she could feel warm blood pouring down her neck.
"Revenge, is like a well aged liquor, bah it takes time, but when you can finally, finally savor it..."
His eyes faded into the distance and he mimed smelling an aroma from a glass.
"...ahh, nothing quite like it."
He looked down at her.
"I do not want revenge little one, I just want progress. It just so happens that the variables for both conditions lined up exactly how I wanted."
Her mind snapped back to reality and she was on her knees again, her hands were shaking. The voice was singing in the back of her mind, a slow mocking tune that got louder and quieter as if playing with her. Her anger fueled her to her feet and she took a step, trembling with the effort it required to stay balanced. She could not tell what voice in her head was hers anymore, there were so many...so many...
The voice is not hers. The voice is not hers. The voice is not hers.
It had been half an hour of stumbling through the woods. Half an hour of muttering to herself and occasionally blacking out as memories flooded back. She remembered her first school. She remembered...she had not had a first kiss. She remembered places she had lived, people who had hated her, everyone had hated her. Everyone but the voice. The voice had told her she was strong. The voice had kept her alive. For what...
I had such high hopes, the voice said sadly. Lucy was trying not to listen, the voice was the man, she could not trust someone who would hurt her. No, not the man, Kisami. His name, was Kisami. The voices name, was Kisami. He was not her. He was not her voice. Kisami was the voice and is a bad man. Lucy was sure of it now, the experiments that came back to her now. She knew about her mother. About Kisami's wife...
OKITI, the voice screamed. You will not mention her again, it promised. Lucy did not understand, this was her mind. This was her privacy, but there was no privacy. The voice had always been there, always been her voice, the voice of reason and strength when she needed it. Everything she had ever thought of was a lie and Kisami was to blame. No! The voice snapped, your foolish mother was to blame. She ruined EVERYTHING. The last word shouted so loud Lucy almost heard it through the trees. She wondered how someone so emotional could hope to train her in control.
Something whistled through the trees towards her and she ducked, a loud thud marking the spot where her head had just been and know a knife stuck halfway through a branch. She got the message without the voice speaking.
"If you are so strong why do you need me?" She shouted back through the trees.
The voice sneered and muttered something about her not being the only one without a home.
"So why do you need me?" She whispered, but was met with only silence.
The sun was starting to set and Lucy was still lost. She knew she had to find her way mentally, if she was to find her way physically out of this forest, but every direction looked the same. The first owls hooted, with darkness setting in her visibility would soon drop to nothing. She could see the light dwindling through the leaves and blinking out gap by gap. She had no idea what Kisami was capable of, but was fairly sure he would be able to find and capture her with no problem when she could not move.
The voice laughed softly, catching her by surprise and causing her to trip.
"What?" She snapped out loud at nothing after a tree caught her fall.
She stared through the forest for the Nth time, trying to spot just a glimpse of Kisami, but as always there was nothing. Just the whistle of wind through the trees, the occasional bird song and leaves rustling across the floor. But every so often there was a crunch that was not the wind, a cough that was not an animal, getting closer, then going further away. Playing with her.
Lucy knew he was watching, knew he was creating these games around her or in his own head. She remembered more now, she knew the games he liked to play, knew the tricks he liked to use. At least, that is what she told herself. In reality she remembered very little. The curse was weakened by the disrupted inspection but still active, still sapping at her memory, and the long term damage would never be repaired. There were things about her that only Kisami knew, and things about her that he was very ignorant of.
Like her powers.
Kisami was a very intelligent man, on the run from somewhere or something because of something Lucy's mother had done. But he knew very little, in truth, about Fullbringers. He knew how they were created, the nature of the power and Lucy's personality. But not how they interacted, not her loyalty to the hairband she wore. Not the desperation even she didn't know she had for stability and her own freedom.
Not the confusion she held on her opinion of him. It confused him. She was his experiment, she met his conditions and his demands. She was meant to be perfect. Instead he now watched her rebellion from a tree and pondered where he had gone wrong. What decimal had he misplaced?
First it was the voice, the growing influence on her mind. She tried to block it out, tried to drown it out but it was useless, she knew what was coming. Then the crunch of leaves.
Lucy stood still, her ears flicking and eyes trying to penetrate the thick screen of darkness but all she saw were varying shades of black and green. She tried to steady her heart and mind but the voice kept coming, kept talking and kept goading her. She would not listen, if she listened to a word she knew she would be under his control again. She was never going back there again, not now, not ever.
A glint in the distance drew her attention, a metallic glint, reflecting the feeble rays of the moon but definitely out of place in nature. It disappeared, flashing again from another point to the left, then to the right. A whooshing sound nearby made her spin around, she could not help being fooled. She knew he was coming and she knew he was toying with her. But if she did not try to escape him, then what right did she have to freedom.
"Lucy..." Kisami called, his voice bouncing off the trees and sending a shiver through her.
"Oh Luuuuucy...are you scared child?" his voice took a softer tone as it came from directly behind her.
She spun again and swiped at nothing, another whoosh behind her punished her third spin with dizziness. She stumbled a step, suddenly Kisami was in front of her and flicked her forehead. She punched wildly, sweeping his form away as if it were smoke.
"Oh Lucy. See what your emotions have done to you?" He said from above. Then dropped onto her as she looked up.
Lucy tried to jump backwards and throw her arms up in defense, her mouth opening to activate her Fullbring, but Kisami was too fast. Her mistake had been assuming freedom was hers to grasp. To escape a prison, you must either be smarter, or faster than the warden. Lucy was never even out of her cell. He kicked her defense square on, sending her stumbling backwards. He landed calmly on his feet and kept advancing.
With a flick of his hand, her mouth was unable to speak.
With a lazy block her swipe snapped her arms to her side.
With a sweep of his legs and another flick of his hands, she was on the floor and her legs were bound.
A tear sprung from Lucy's eye as Kisami looked down at her, a brooding disappointment in his eyes. The knife glinted in his hands as he turned it absent minded. He started a little as he noticed her intently glaring at it.
"Oh this? Just a prop really. You need to know I wouldn't hurt you. And what does make you uncomfortable is just to make you stronger! Don't you understand? My work is so much more than just you, its to make everyone better." He shook his head sadly frustrated.
Lucy was staring at him with large, unreadable eyes. Kisami felt her staring and looked down, realizing he still could not read her thoughts and snapping his fingers. Then pulled his tattoo pen from the folds of his Kimono and knelt down next to her.
"Apologies, I cannot even hear you, how rude of me." Then her neck started pinching.
Lucy considered her situation. While he could only talk in her mind she needed to act fast, this man was clearly egotistical and emotional. How could she use that...then it clicked.
Lucy's plan involved staring more, for a start. It was all she really could do until at least one of these binds were taken off of her. Kisami had been talking the entire time he worked, nonstop about his work and how important she was to continue it.
"Of course I could have used Kido on you before but that would have been rude, I am working with you, you are working with me. We are a team, but you just had to run away...agh!" He declared frustrated, then fell back onto his bottom to think.
While he was mulling the situation over, Kisami glanced at Lucy then rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but if you even try and use your powers I will permanently remove your nose."
A strange threat but one Lucy knew he would carry out, she had tried running, tried fighting, now was the time for talking. An easy conclusion to reach for someone who cannot move. Kisami waved his hand over her mouth and the bind was removed. Lucy opened and closed her mouth a few times to stretch it out, then looked at him.
"You want to work together...fine. You won't let me go? Fine. But why take over my mind? Why do I need to think the way you do to get things done?" Lucy tried to keep her voice level but strong. Her naturally small and shy voice sounded strange and strangled.
"No, no, no, you need to think better than me. Better than all of us. You are meant to be the best of the best without influence from people who would treat you wrongly or distract you from your true potential." The man had adopted a slight pleading tone.
Lucy noticed this tone and was about to assume he actually felt this way, then remembered who he was and what he had done. Her confidence bolstered slightly and came out in her voice.
"Then I will talk to you, I will call you, I will write you an essay if you like about what I am doing when and where. Just give me my damn head back! Please Kisami! Okiti would not have wanted this!"
She had overplayed her card. His eyes narrowed and he leaned forwards again. His eyes were hardened as he tutted at her and shook his finger.
"You should have stopped at the partnership idea. Good argument's, bad performance. You got further this time and didn't get hurt or set anything on fire..."
Kisami took a pad out of his kimono and scribbled some notes on it.
"Good use of the dagger, last time you tried to escape you didn't think of that, though the environment was different...and you had more control over your own mind."
With a single pinch, the voice was back in her head. It was here to stay, it said. Now get back to the city, you go live at 8am and you need to be fresh enough to put on a good show. She could feel the voice already spreading through her head, it slid back in place, making itself at home, her own thoughts were already a faint scream.
Lucy's pupils shrunk as her mind slammed shut against herself and her mind grew completely blank.
"People are paying good money for this." she said in a monotone voice.
Kisami waved his hand and her entire body was unbound, Lucy stood and started walking through the trees.
He watched her leave with a thoughtful concern that had not been present before. She was getting stronger, and other pieces were entering the board. He would need to keep a close eye on this, next time he might be too late.
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