She scrambled to her feet and took off in a dead sprint, she fell harshly to the ground when the chains made contact with her skin. She pushed herself up the best she could and saw to her worst fears that he had a convaluded smirk on his face.
She pressed her eyes shut and felt him dig around in her mind. She gasped as her vision was flooded with a tough memory.
'She was only about 8 years old, just old enough to start learning her combat techniques and her alchemy. Little Allie had small pigtails and a purple lacey nightgown on that was lifted lightly, showing her on her tiptoes poised to run if absolutley necissary.
She peered over the walls that seperated her from her parentals. They were close together whispering rather urgently and loudly.
"We have to get out of here...she is going to be a freak...she is a freak." She heard her father say.
'She is our daughter though, we can't just leave her..." Her mother protested. Allie smiled only the slightest for her mother didn't really hate her. But she was proved wrong soon after. A loud gunshot sounded and her mother fell limp on the floor. Her eyes widdened and filled with tears. She screamed, as loud as she could. With that she clapped her hands together, feeling the lightning around her.
"YOU MONSTER!" She screamed. Her dad looked over smirking with a frightening glint in his eyes.
"YOU HORRID BEING! "She shouted again.
"Me? Horrid? Why don't you look at yourself..you freak." Another gunshot. Allie gasped as the fire from the gunshot spread through her shoulder. A laughter of sourts echoed through the empty abode. She fell backwards, her father cackling before hurdling himself out of the window.
Allie felt her hands shaking as the memory left, she found herself sobbing on the floor unable to lift herself up.
"Please...stopit please..." She begged. "STOPPIT!" She screamed pushing him out of her mind and accidentaly pushing herself in his mind.
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