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forced Innocence chapter 2
The black whine and the speed power wolf
Disclaimer: I don't own D.Gray-Man. I only own Shoske, Sonic, Silver, Chris, Daniel, Chester, Rei, Orona the plot and story.
Chris followed the white haired boy together with that blond strict guy who seemed to follow him about everywhere the boy went. And now that he thought of it how did this Allen person know Rei, as far as he knew Reis never been here before so how come.
"Say Allen. How do you know Rei, as far as I know he is"
"He woke up before all of you and I was in the area talking with Mari. He woke up before the surgery on his eyes started so he was fully aware what had happened to his eyes. We both talked a lot with him, he was able to see a little but when they came and had to start he never woke up until now."
"I seesay what are we supposed to do Allen?"
"We must get that Innocence of yours activated, wich mostly can only be done when it's user are in danger"
forced Innocence chapter 1Forced Innocence
Welcome to your new home
The seven boys, who were lying in the beds restrained not to hurt themselves, were all sweating, panting and screaming from the pain that they were all in.
The reason for this is that Leveire had found out that some of the Innocence had reacted weakly to someone, and he made the third exorcists go and get them. And soon they had returned with them bound.
They were heading down to Hevlaska to have her give them their Innocence. But once they were brought down Hevlaska said with her angelic voice that their bodies were not ready to gain their Innocence, and that it would only cause the Innocence to get deflected by the body.
Leveire of course would hear nothing of it and shove one of the boys towards her demanding to have the Innocence placed in them.
Hevlaska had no choice, so she took the frighten boy in her many arms wrapping them around him and soon took the Innocence and placed it against his forehead.
The scream that
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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