Once again, I felt pain in my head. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get brain damage. As I was starting to get back to reality, I heard shouting coming from outside the door.

"SHE WAS FUCKING GETTING ON MY LAST NERVES!!!"

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO KILL HER! WE NEED HER!! I NEED HER!!"

"JUST FIND ANOTHER FUCKING GIRL LIKE HER!!"

"YOU WANT ME TO FIND ANOTHER GIRL LIKE HER?! THATS IMPOSSIBLE ALLEN!! SHE'S ONE OF A KIND!!"

Killed me? But I'm still alive... Aren't I? I checked my pulse and made sure I was breathing. I was. Maybe I died and came back to earth. Yes. That's what happened.

"Just go check on her again. I'm pretty sure she's not dead."

"I swear if you raped her Allen..." The British man said.

"I didn't... rape her,"

Hearing footsteps, coming toward the rooms door, I pretended that I was asleep. The door opened and footsteps went through the door. Then it came toward me. I flinched as I felt a cold hand on my cheek. The man then gasped. He thought I was dead... "She's not dead!" He muttered to himself, happily. I could feel him staring into my soul.

"So beautiful, but yet fragile." The voice has a British accent. I don't know anyone who has an accent like that. (Juvia?) I heard giggles coming from that man and what he said killed me. "I know you're awake, cupcake. You can stop pretending and open your eyes." The British man said. How the hell did he know I was awake.

I slowly opened my eyes now looking at the British man. He had strawberry-blonde hair, his eyes were blue, and was wearing something an old man would wear, but with bright colors.

The British man blushed, smiled, and said, "My name is Oliver, poppet" I smiled back at Oliver and said, "My name is-"

I was then cutoff by Oliver. "OH you don't need to say. I already know your name.~" Oliver gives me another smile. Ok creepy and I swear I could see hearts around him as he said that. I was going to say something when all of a sudden my head started to hurt as hell.

I groaned in pain as I pressed my hand to my head. I then felt bandages on my head and on my head. "Poppet, what's wrong?" Oliver asked, worriedly. "My head hurts." I said, still having my hands on my head. "Stay right here. I'm going to go get some pain killers." Olivier got up and left, closing the door after him.

I then sat there trying to process what happened. Oh right. Allen. Bat. Head.

Damn you Allen.

In a while, Oliver came back with some pills and water. (Y/N) then passed the pills with the water. (I can't do that. I don't like pills.) "Now I suggest you get some sleep. I don't want you getting sick." Oliver said, puffing your pillow and covering you with blankets. "But-"

"-No buts, (Y/N). Sleep."

I gladly listen to him and got comfortable. I was tired. The last thing I saw before I drifted off to sleep was Oliver's kind smile.

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"Did she asked over 1 million questions?" Allen asked as he chugged a bottle of water. "No. The poppet was fine. Despite her head and hands, ALLEN." Oliver pointed out.

"For the last time, she was fucking getting on my last nerve!" Allen groaned. Oliver then sighed. "After she wakes up I want you to go and apologize." Oliver said.

"What?!"

"You heard me."

"What are you my dad?!"

"You're in my control."

"Damn you."

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I wake up to see Allen staring at me by the doorway. I got angered at this and yelled at him, "The fuck you looking at?!" This made him stop staring at me. "Oh my! Poppet! Language! And for that you have to be punished." Oliver said, now smirking at me. What happened to the cheerful man?!

"Punished?!" I screamed. I didn't know where this was going. Oliver then headed toward me. Scared, I ran out of the room. His eyes... His eyes where baby blue twirling with pink... "Allen! Get her!" Allen nodded and started chasing me around the house.

Trying to escape, I open a nearby closet only for me to scream. Blood... Blood everywhere.... I screamed again. Dead bodies... Dead bodies... How insane these people are... I look to my right to see Oliver and Allen standing next to me.

"Allen..." Oliver turned to him. "Take her out, please. Make sure she doesn't remember. I'll go and set up the..." Oliver said, walking the other direction.

Allen looked at me with no emotion. I was really scared that I couldn't move. I just looked at him with my scared expression. I then started tearing up thinking of the pain I was going to get in a few moments.

Allen rose up his bat and brought it down.

I fucking swear! Head damage! Head damage!

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"She's chained up good?" Allen said as he looked at (Y/N)'s unconscious body chained up. "Yes." Oliver said, sipping his tea.

"Did you make sure she'll forget!" Oliver asked, looking at his tea. "..." Allen didn't respond. "Did you?!" Oliver said, looking at Allen with his murderous glare. "... Yes."

Oliver smiled, sipping his tea. "Poppet doesn't know what's up for her in the the future..."

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The Canadian sighed as he dropped off something for Oliver, he didn't know why Oliver was like that. His family may be murderous, but he wasn't as a murder like them.

Hell, if someone took Kuma away, he'll kill.

The types of things that exists in this world drives him crazy.

"What's wrong, Kuma." The Canadians soft voice said to his growling polar bear. It was a little girl. She had long straight jet black hair and black eyes. She was walking alone, heading towards his direction. The Canadian was confused as to why a little girl would walk alone in the night.

Wasn't it dangerous?! "Kiriko!" A mans voice yelled. The Canadian went back towards the corner he was hiding on, holding onto his growling bear. "Don't wonder off like that!" A man who had spiky, blonde hair and blue eyes yelled at Kiriko. "It's very dangerous at night!"

"I'm sorry! It's just that... I thought I saw something... Fishy." Kiriko said, looking where the Canadian was hiding. "Maybe you're just seeing things, Kiriko... Come on. Let's go home. I'll buy some candy on the way." The blondie said. Kiriko looked down and then looked up at the blonde man.

"Daddy... Where's mommy?" Kiriko asked. That made the blonde man jump in surprise. "She went on an S-Class mission. She'll be back... Soon." Sting said. "How come you didn't go with her." Kiriko asked. "I-I can't. I'm not an S-Class Mage." Sting said. "But aren't you from another guild?"

"Kiriko you ask so many questions that I can't answer... Let's go home... The setting is sorta off here..." The blondie said. Kiriko then smiled to herself.

The Canadian man also known as Matthieu Williams frowned. He known how missing a family member is like. He felt sorry for the little girl. Sighing, Matthieu turned around and said, "Let's go home, Kuma."

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Ok so I edited some of the chapters and put new stuff onto it. I think I'm going to delete some other chapters though.

Bye guys!