Gajeel's POV

"There's no point shaking her shoulders anymore you idiot...she won't wake up. The cannon should be of enough proof..." I say to myself as I walk through the thick mud. The trees above me are of intimidating height, making me feel small and making me more angry.

"That bastard Gray will pay" I say, clenching my fist until a cramp forms up my arm. I ignore the pain and continue on untill my legs give way and I fall to the ground. I feel like just giving up... But I can't. Too many people have to die...to many people have to pay. I feel my anger swarm my thoughts. I imagine all of the ways to take Gray down.
"Knife, strangling... Perhaps I could so to him what he done to me? RIP ME APART FROM WITHIN!" I stab my spear into the ground and spit on the mud. When the cannons went off after what happened, I felt myself snap, I felt myself distance from my thoughts... I felt my sanity dispense and the need to kill grow.

I'm no longer the boy who enjoys listening to music. I'm not longer the egotistical and funny boy who would act moody but secretly laugh. I'm no longer from district twelve. I hold my own sword. I'm no longer me...I have a purpose now.

I lie on the ground and stare at the sky. Whilst looking at the clouds I feel water fall down my face, tiny salty droplets fall to my chin. If only I got there faster.. if only I hadn't taken my spear...if only I hadn't left. I know Levy would be angry at me for thinking like this but she needs her revenge.

I never did get to tell her how I truly felt...

I picture her face in my mind...but that only makes me feel anger. I feel like crying out to her but she wouldn't hear my voice...this is to cruel.

From up ahead in the distance I hear the all to familiar footsteps of running feet. I abruptly sit up.

"YOU'RE A COWARD! YOU'LL BE DEAD SOON!" I roll my eyes to the sound of the voice. Sting Eucliffe.

A paced breath finds its way closer to me. I decide I should probably hide. I yank my spear out of the dirt and proceed into the trees.

"YOU WEAKING! YOU PATHETIC DISTRICT 4 WEAKLING!" I hear Sting shout again. Just up ahead of me I see a boy with black hair run from a group of three. They are within close distance of the two.

"GRAY YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DONE TO MY ARM!" That name snaps a nerve in me. My heart begins to thunder in my chest. My body starts to shake. My head vision starts to blur. I feel an intense lust for blood.

"You...asshole..." I grit my teeth. I feel the grip of my weapon tighten and a metallic feel radiates through my body. I secretly am hoping for the group to catch up to him...but I'm secretly not as well...I want to do the deed myself... I need to kill him.

I feel a smile appear on my face.

"Oh...how I'd love to kill you..." I mutter under my breath. I feel my sadistic smile grow larger. The sound of running footsteps grow nearer. My heart beats faster...

My spear starts to shake along with the rest of my body as I notice the group is being outran by Gray...he might just get away... My breathing begins to escalate and the humid hair steel seeps into my lungs. I am going to kill Gray Fullbuster. All my sense sharpen, my vision becomes crystal clear as I focus in the dot near and near. My sense of touch feels like one hundred volts of electricity are pulsing through my veins. Am I excited? I push away that thought and continue to focus... Any moment now. The group stop running, but Gray continues. The boy called Sting with the bloody arm has fallen over. He grips the dirt in a clenched fist and roars in anger.
"I HOPE YOU DIE YOU BASTARD!" he spits. He and I would make good partners, however he is the leader...He just might've been in on killing Levy. My anger starts to broil up more as Gray slowly approaches. He seems to be...crying?

"I'm sorry Juvia... I am sorry..." He falls to the ground shaking. "He is sobbing like a baby," I say to myself.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He fumbles around taking off his backpack. He has no idea I am here. I turn my head away from him and sigh.

Would this be what Levy wanted? Revenge for her death?

Just thinking of Levy makes me want to cry...that's okay, right?

Just then I hear a cannon boom. I feel my skin tingle in fear, the last time I heard a cannon Levy died...Gray notice to as he has sat up quickly.

"Juvia?" He mutters, scared.
"Surely not..." He continues. I feel a wave of pleasure go through me when I see him cry. Then that's when it hits me...

I have the perfect opportunity to kill him right now... The thought hadn't crossed my mind, but would that be the right thing to do? I rest my head in my hand and start to cry myself. The grip on my spear tightens. I can taste his blood on my teeth...

I take one step...the another...then  another. I picture Levy lying against that rock. Her hair entangled, her eyes looking up at me with the arrow in her chest...

"This is for you, this is your revenge."I feel something click into place when I raise my spear, aimed to strike his head...

"Juvia... Juvia..." He continues.

"I shouldn't have left you by yourself...I came here for you...I love you-" That's where I stop. When I hear him mention love, it makes me sick.

The vulnerability of what he said, gave me an idea...perhaps I will do to him what he done to me...