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Grindlewald stop. We're worried about you.

"Am I okay? What kind of question is that?" I shake the gun in my hand annoyedly. "You should be worried about yourself right now! I pull this trigger and you die, don't you understand?"

The girl shrugs. "Yeah, I understand and all, but this doesn't seem like something you would do." She points at the gun like she's shopping for it. "Your powers don't have anything to do with that. I've seen you around work, you're just a 'Porter."

Now that I think of it, I have seen this girl around the factory. She's a Body, so that must be why she doesn't seem too scared. I'd probably give her a bruise and nothing more. "So what if this doesn't have to do with my powers? I'm more than just a 'Porter, you know." I steady the gun so that it's pointing straight at her left eye. "Tch. Classic Body, only looking at the surface. But back to the question. What do you mean by 'are you okay'? And remember, I'm the one with the gun. Think before you talk."

She pauses to ponder her answer. While she's thinking, I create a clear bullet sized portal from my muzzle to right in front of her face. It'll make reaction time useless, along with giving my bullet the power to penetrate her eyelid should she blink. The girl points a finger in the air. The pointing is starting to get annoying. "You're Marle, right? Jacob Marle?" The question shocks me.

"What the heck does that have to do with anything?"

"Your sister is the Crafter that died yesterday right?"

"SHUT UP!" How DARE she mention my sister?! "YOU BODIES KILLED HER! DON'T ACT SO INNOCENT!"

The girl contorts her face into a frown. "Really? How do you know?"

"BECAUSE I SAW THE CORPSE! NO PORTER, CRAFTER, OR SEER COULD DO THAT TO A PERSON!" I blink the tears out of my eyes and take a deep breath, leveling my gun again. "and now, I'm gonna kill every last Body who works here. If I had more power, I'd kill every Body in the world. 90% of violent crime and property damage, gone. If you think about it, I'm doing this company and the world a huge favor."

"Yeah, but if YOU think about it, you'll notice your just grieving your sister. You don't actually wanna kill all of us, you just want to avenge your sister."

"You don't know anything" I hiss.

"Killing me won't help your sister. It won't help you, either." She looks concerned for me. She's not scared at all.

I put my finger on the trigger. "It will help me, it will. It will. It..." I drop the gun and put my hands, dropping to my knees. All I can feel is pain, grief, every negative emotion flowing through my body.

I feel a pair of arms around me, strong arms. The girl didn't run? I lift my head and see her face as a human for the first time. She looks so kind, just like... I shove my head into her shoulder, sobs wracking through my body. "Why did Em have to die? What did she do wrong?"

The girl has no answer, she just holds me in that alley, my gun still lying on the cold ground.

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So many feels! I love your writing.

Thanks! I’m working on getting better so I can actually write my own series!

Awesome! Wishing you all the best with that!