Limitless Seer Part 2

Under attack?

We're under attack?

Tell me, what does one do when "under attack"?

I should have seen this coming. I am a Seer, after all. The future is mine to see.

Neru, gripping my wrist like a tourniquet, pulls me with her as she sprints down the halls. The alarms are sounding now, and big red lights are flashing at every corner. I have seen visions like this many times before so even though I should be panicking, I'm rather calm. My brain and body should know the difference between a vision and reality - when I'm safe or when I'm in real danger - but the sight before me is far too familiar. I can't be scared of something I'm familiar with.

But then the scene changes, sending me the chills that should have already gone down my spine.

Before me is the HQ building, in which I am currently running through, and it is damaged from what I assume were explosives. Everything goes black, and next thing I know I'm crumpled on the floor in pain. I . . . I don't understand . . . I have never felt pain in my visions before. I only see visions, not feel them.

Then it comes to me. I was hurt while I was seeing the vision. I'm in pain because I got attacked. I clutch both of my hands to my warm and sticky side. Wait . . . Why am I clutching with both hands? Shouldn't Neru being holding me left wrist? If she's not holding my wrist, then where is she?!

I force myself to stand. I wonder why everything is still dark, but then I realize my eyes are closed. I open my eyes and find the halls empty. I look down and see a giant red stain on the hip of my clothes. The cut on my side continues to ooze red, and I think I know what happened.

I was stabbed while I was having my vision, and the pain was enough to shoot me out of it. It was dark because my eyes were closed when my vision ended, and I was in too much pain to realize that my eyes were closed. The only thing I can't figure out is what happened to Neru and why she didn't stay with me in my injured state.

I try to walk down the halls, but I don't know where I'm going. I don't know where I am. I make it to the end of the hallway and find myself wondering if I should go right or left. I close my eyes as I lean against the wall, unsure what to do. Then I hear voices. Familiar voices.

I may not be able to do a mental analysis as to who they are right now, but if I know the voices then I know I'm safe as long as I can get to them in time. With my side throbbing, I walk as quickly as I can down to hall. As the voices grow closer, I walk faster. It hurts. My side really hurts. I need to get to those voices as fast as I can. When all I have to do is turn one more corner, I turn around it so fast I go blind from dizziness. When the black dots disappear, I gasp at what I have come across.

I know these people, but I have never met them.

A girl with turquoise hair and a blond boy both stare at me as if I had just fallen through the roof. A blonde girl stands between them, her back facing towards me so that she doesn't know I'm there. These are the people from my visions. The very ones Akaito wants dead. By the way they're dressed I can tell that they aren't a part of this facility, and by the weapons - knives, daggers, and even a gun each - I can tell they are part of our attackers.

So this is why Akaito wants them dead. They are attacking us right now, and we capture them as prisoners and sentence them to death. My first thought is to hate myself for doubting Akaito, but then I notice something that makes my theory invalid.

In my visions the three had to be fourteen - fifteen at the most. Now, with them right here in front of me, they are older. They have to be my age, at least eighteen. So the visions I saw of them were of the past, meaning Akaito wanted them dead for a reason I still don't know. Meaning they're here to possibly get revenge, making me their enemy.

"Why did you guys stop talking?" the blonde girl asks.

"Someone's here," the boy growls. The girl then turns around and startes in my direction.

Before I could say anything, I feel my arms get pulled behind me and my face slammed against the wall. I don't understand, no one is holding me down, yet I can't force myself to move.

I feel as if my wrists are bound behind me, though nothing is touching them. I am forced into this wall, yet no one is pushing me into it. I can't move. My body won't listen to me.

That's right . . . the boy is Telekenic. He's holding me down without even having to touch me. I'm defenseless.

The turquoise haired girl looks at me with wide eyes. "Len," she whispers, "let her go."

Len ignores her. Instead, he intensifies his hold on me, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming in pain. It hurts. My side hurts from being stabbed, and now my body hurts from being pushed too closely into the wall.

"Let her go," the girl pleads again. "She's hurt. Oh, she's hurt! She's in a lot of pain, Len. Let her go!"

"I can't, Miku," Len says. "I can't let anyone who works here go unpunished, not with the evil they do. She should have known that what she was doing when she joined here would have undesirable consequences if she were caught."

That's the thing, I don't know what I was going to be doing. I don't know a thing, but it has to be bad if this boy wants to kill me for it. I grit my teeth as I'm pushed further into the wall. It's getting hard to breathe. What could be so bad that this is my punishment for simply being here?

Miku gasped. "Let her go, now!"

"Miku," Len starts, "I-"

"I said 'Let her go'!" Miku demands. "She's confused. She has no idea about what's going on. She's not a volunteer; she's a tool!"

It's true! I want to yell, but my face being pressed so closely to the wall makes it impossible. I don't know what Akaito wants! He only had me brought her for a reason he won't share with me!

"Miku," the blonde girl speaks for the first time, "are you sure?"

Miku looks at me with big, empathetic eyes. "I'm sure I'm sure."

Len grits his teeth. "Too bad she can't be trusted," he says before throwing me against the wall on the other side of the hallway. The sudden impact is enough to make me cry out in pain. When my voices echoes through the halls, the blonde girl looks surprised.

"Len!" the blonde girl gaps. "Let her go."

"But Rin-" Len starts.

"Let her go!" Rin interrupts. "I've seen her before. I've heard her voice before. I know her. We can trust her."

"Are you sure, Rin?" Len asks.

Rin takes a deep breath. "This girl . . . She has knee length snow white hair, olive toned skin, and blood red eyes. She is rather busty and looks as if she's scared of her own shadow."

I'm not going to lie: I feel insulted that she said I look as if I'm scared of my own shadow. Yes, I went to bathroom late on night some time ago and jumped in fear at the sight of a dark figure following me, but I'm not scared of something as ordinary as a shadow.

However, Rin's description of me is enough for Len to finally let me go. I don't know why Rin needed to describe me; there had to be a more convincing way to tell them I'm harmless.

I gasp and fall over as I feel my limbs belong to me again. I feel my blood in my veins, and I feel the shakiness the fear of losing control has left me. I bolt my head upright when I hear someone approaching me.

Rin is coming towards me, Len and Miku staying behind but keeping their hands on their weapons in case I make a wrong move. When Rin is right in front of me, she kneels down and says, "You don't have to be afraid." She reaches her hand out and tries to find my face.

Tries.

I never quit understood why Rin's turquoise eyes had always looked so empty in my visions. I assumed they were glassy because she was sick, or maybe in a type of shock from knowing she had an upcoming execution. Now, as she tries to find my face, her eyes searching but not seeing, I understand the lack of life in her beautiful orbs.

Rin is blind.

That's why Rin's description of me was enough for Len to let me go. She can't see, so the only way she could tell you the most obvious things about my appearance is if she saw me before in her visions. If she has seen me before in visions, then she's a Seer. If she has seen me, then she should know me. If she knows me, then she should know whether or not to trust me.

I don't know if I want to be trusted.

Rin finally finds my face, and she gently cups my cheek. She uses her thumb to stroke my cheek, and I nearly burst into tears from the kind and caring gesture from a total stranger. This is the first time we have ever seen each other in person, yet she greets me as if I were a long lost little sister. "Dont worry, Haku," she says to me. Rin knows my name. . . . "You're safe now."

I am at lost for words, but I decide to show how grateful I am for her kindness. "Thank you," I whisper before my world goes pitch black.

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I feel so stiff.

My back aches.

My head is pounding.

My fingers are numb.

I try to force my eyes open, but they're far too heavy. I try to make a sound, but my throat feels as if it has been stuffed with cotton. I try to move, but the aching pain is too much to bear.

"She's in a lot of pain," a gentle voice says. I feel cool fingers brush against my forehead, pushing away my bangs.

"There's nothing we can do about it," another voice says.

"I know," the first voice sighs. "It's just she is hurt so badly that she can't show us that she's awake."

This person knows I'm awake?

"You know she's awake?" voice number two repeats my very thought.

"Yes," the first voice repeats. "All was calm and quiet, but then I felt this aching pain that isn't mine shoot through me. Only when Haku regained consciousness did she begin to feel."

A wave of panic travels through me at the mention of my name.

"Don't be scared," voice number one soothes. "We won't hurt you. We brought you here after you passed out. Don't you remember passing out?"

I think back to the last thing I remember. Those three kids, now adults, were part of the group that attacked us. Rin said she knew me, meaning she has seen enough visions of me to know whether I would be a potential friend or threat. Rin greeted me with care before I lost grip of everything around me.

I force open my eyes, fighting off heaviness. I am lying in a white room decorated with a nightstand with a vase full of flowers and a window showing me the nighttime sky. By my side is the turquoise haired girl I recognize to be Miku, and the blond boy I recognize to be Len was standing by a wooden door. I try to move, but I ache way too much.

"Wha . . . What happened?" I whisper through the cotton in my throat.

"You were bleeding to death," Miku replies, "so we brought you here. At first Len and I thought that the blood stain was from someone you had injured, but after you passed out did we consider someone hurt you." She gave me an ashamed smile. "I hate to admit that we were quick to assume you had hurt someone, even though you obviously weren't carrying any weapons. After we saw that the blood was yours, Len carried you on his back as the three of us left. As soon as we got here the doctor stitched you up. We were afraid you wouldn't make it because you lost a lot of blood, and we don't know your blood type so no one dared risk giving you some of theirs."

I nod as an answer. I can barely process her words. I'm so tired and achy. I flex my fingers before clenching them again. I repeat this motion for perhaps five minutes before I speak again. "Where's 'here'?" I ask.

"I guess you can call it 'Rebel Headquarters,'" Len answers.

I ask nothing else. I want to go back to sleep so that I can escape this aching pain, but I doubt I'll get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

As if reading my mind, Miku asks, "Would you like me to make you comfortable? I don't like controlling emotions, but I think I can make you feel relaxed enough to sleep."

I look into her eyes and find only honesty. "Please," I practically croak. Miku smiles and nods, and as time passes by I feel more and more relaxed. Before I know it, the world around me slips away again.

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I'm still sore when I awake, but I'm more rested. Despite my body telling me to stop moving in order to not ache so much, I sit and try to stretch. So many of my body parts crack as a result of the stretching. It feels really good. I am alone in my room this time, so I decide to take a risk and stand up on my own. I'm wobbly at first, but I do gain my balance. Hand on the wall, I try to walk. I turn around to look at my bed, and am not surprised to see an incredibly thin mattress. No wonder I'm so sore.

I continue to walk while using the wall as a crutch until I'm ready to let go. When I'm no longer dependant, I shuffle to the door and try to open it. Either this door is heavy or my body is weak due to the pain I'm in because I can't get this door to open.

"Uh!" I grunt as I finally pull the door from its place. I walk out into a hallway, but unlike the bleak white walls I'm used to, I see a shade of light blue. There are chairs and a little table with a book on it. It reminds me of the hospitals I have seen before. Perhaps I'm in a hospital of some sorts.

"What are you doing out of bed?!" a voice demands.

I turn to find a girl with honey eyes and long, medium blonde hair styled into a ponytail marching towards me. "You were stabbed and lost a lot of blood. Most people would still be sleeping off the fatigue."

"The mattress is too thin," I say in a whisper of a voice. "I was getting really sore."

The girl sighed in sympathy. "I know what you mean, but sadly we can't do any better."

"I understand," I mumble. I have gotten so used to the thick and soft mattresses at Akaito's headquarters that it seems to have spoiled my body. The very body that had spent twelve years sleeping on the hard, cold floor.

"My name is Kanon, by the way," the girl, Kanon, says.

"Haku," I respond.

"I know who you are," Kanon smiles. "I should probably get you some water; you must be parched. Also, maybe walking around will help your achy self. Does it feel better to stand."

I nod. "A little."

"Good," Kanon says. "I think maybe now would be a good time to meet a few people. Would you like to go see them?"

I know I can't avoid it, so better to not put off meeting anyone. "Yes, please."

"Great," Kanon nods as she walks away. Assuming she wants me to follow her, I stay not too far behind. Kanon suddenly stops and says, "Just a minute please," and enters a room in the hallway. When she emerges, she's holding a water bottle. "Here," she says as she hands it to me.

"Thanks," I say before removing the cap. I try to drink slowly, but the instant the cool and wet water touches my tongue I inhaled the bottle in three big gulps.

When I'm done with the bottle, Kanon smiles at me and says, "I didn't know you were so thirsty. Do you want another?"

I shake my head. "No thanks. I'm good."

"Nonsense," Kanon says before re-entering the room and taking out another bottle.

"Thank you," I say somewhat shyly as I open that one as well. Since the previous bottle did a good job of satisfying me, I wasn't even halfway done with my new one before I knew I was finished. "So," I lick my lips, "somebody wants to meet me?"

"Well, more like they want to see how you're doing," Kanon replies. "The people who brought you here, to be exact."

I'm not the least bit phased by her statement. I simply nod and let her lead me to where they are. "Will anyone else be there?" I blurt.

"Yeah," Kanon answers, "but only a few other people. The majority of rebels prefer to strategize and prepare for battle, but a selection of us rely more on our abilities in preparation."

I freeze in place. When Kanon notices I stopped following her, she turns around and gives me a confused look. "They're going to want to use my ability, won't they?" I ask in horror.

Kanon looks sympathetic as she says, "No one is going to force you to do anything. We were all tools of Akaito once, so almost everyone is against forcing somebody to use their ability to do something they don't want to do."

I relax, but only the littlest bit. "So if I refuse to see visions for anyone . . . ?"

"We won't blame you," Kanon responds before she continues walking away.

I lightly jog after her until we're side-by-side, and I ask, "Did Akaito use you?"

It wasn't until after the words left my mouth I realized how rude they sounded, but Kanon only smiled and said, "Once, but only a few years ago."

"What's you're ability?" I quietly ask.

Kanon stops walking and looks at me. I stop as well, my turn to have a confused face. Without saying anything, Kanon places each of her hands by the sides of my head. A frown makes up her demeanor as she whispers, "You're knotted up like a pretzel. What did Akaito do to you?"

I furrow my brow and purse my lips. What is she talking about? Kanon puts her hands back by her sides and say, "Come on, we shouldn't keep them waiting."

Despite my confusion, I follow after her.

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Whatever was happening behind the door immediately stops when I entered the room. Everyone in the room - must be about ten people - stop whatever it was they were doing and stare at me as if I were some newly discovered creature. I plan on hiding behind Kanon before slipping out of the room, but before I can do so a familiar figure stands up and says, "Haku?"

I shyly smile at Miku. "Hi, everyone," I lamely wave.

"Kanon," Miku looks at said girl, "what's Haku doing here?"

"I saw her wandering around in the halls," Kanon replies. "She says she's sore from the mattress we force our patients to sleep on so I thought bringing her here would not only be good exercise but give her the chance to learn about where she is."

Miku doesn't have an argument. She sits down back on her spot on the couch. Rin, who's sitting between Miku and Len, asks, "Are you feeling any better?"

"A little," I answer. "Thank you."

Rin smilies at me. "You know, I never even introduced myself. I'm-"

"Rin," I say before she can tell me. "You're Rin, the boy's Len, and the girl next to you is Miku."

The three of them, as well as the res of the room, look at me, surprise written all over their faces. "How do you know that?" Len asks.

"I know you," I quietly answer.

"How do you know us?" Miku raises an eyebrow.

"Same way I know her," Rin responds. Rin looks into the direction of my voice and says, "You have had visions of us, haven't you?"

I nod my head. Remembering that Rin can't see me, I answer, "Yes. You were in Akaito's headquarters. He wanted you dead. You tried to escape, but I didn't see how you succeeded."

If knowing their names didn't surprise anyone, that sure did. "Is there anything else you know?" Len asks me.

I shake my head. "That's all I know."

"How did you know we existed?" Miku asks. Horror filling her eyes, Miku gasps, "Did Akaito have you See us?!"

"What? No!" I exclaim. "I had no idea who you were, and Akaito never said anything about you guys!"

"Then how did you see us?" Len demands. Suddenly the rest of the room breaks out in some kind of argument. Many of them are saying that I'm a spy, and others are saying that I shouldn't be trusted.

"Quiet! All of you!" Rin snaps. "How many of you here are Seers?" When no one answers, Rin goes on to say, "Unlike most Psychic abilities, Seeing happens whenever it wants. We see random things about stuff we know nothing about. We can't control it when visions attack us. The only reason Haku knows us is because she randomly saw us. I randomly saw her, too. We weren't trying to see each other, it just happened."

"How do you know we can trust her?" a boy with white hair asks.

Rin closed her eyes and sighed."What I saw is not something we need to feel threatened by. What I saw was a girl - with the same description and voice as Haku - suffering from past pain. She was confiding in Miku and me, and she was promising to help any way she could as long as we vowed to spare Neru."

I step back in complete disbelief. I was promising to help? I was promising to let them use my ability? I want to deny it, but the mention of Neru - who's name I was careful to not so much as think - is enough to convince me. I would anything to protect Neru. Even let these people I know so little about use me the same way Akaito would have if he were given the chance.

"You . . . You really Saw that?" I ask.

"I did," Rin answers.

I don't know how to respond. I don't know what to think. All I can do is stare at Rin and everyone else in the room.

"Say," a girl who looks so much like Kanon that it's scary says as she approaches me. She places each hand at the side of my face the same way Kanon did and says, "You have a lot of closed passageways. Why is that?"

I'm too confused to so much as answer her. Perhaps saying "I don't know" would have given me less dirty looks than what I'm getting now for taking too long to respond.

"Haku," Kanon says, "this is my twin sister Anon."

Twin sister? That explains the similarities. There are notable differences in their appearances, though. Kanon's hair must go down to her knees when worn down, but Anon's hair only reaches her chin. Kanon is slightly taller, but Anon is noticeably bustier.

Anon continues to stare at me. "Kanon," she says to her sister, "haven't you noticed how messed up she is? She was really worked on."

"I noticed," Kanon responds. "Someone did a really good job with her. I'm not sure how to fix it." Noticing my confused expression, Kanon smiles at me and explains, "Anon's an Eraser, and I'm a Restorer. What we're saying is someone erased a good deal of your memories, and I'm not certain whether or not I can restore them." I nod in acknowledgement. "Any idea why someone would erase your memories?"

"No," I answer. "Unless I saw something I shouldn't have . . ."

"That may be the case," a girl with brown hair says. "We have the memories of our enemies erased whenever they learn something we don't want them to know, so why can't Akaito do the same?"

Everyone looks at her and nods at what she says. "Meiko has a point," Len admits.

"Meaning whatever Akaito made her forget could be very valuable information for us," the white haired boy says.

"I think Dell has it right," Meiko says. "Kanon, do you think you can restore her memories?"

"It's not as easy as you think," Kanon sighs. "Whoever Erased her did a good enough job to make it extremely difficult for someone to Restore. It might take a few tries."

Almost the entire room seems to understand, but a few don't like the idea of having me around regardless of what I may potentially know.

"Maybe you should lie back down and take a nap," Kanon suggests to me when she notices my wobbling.

"Well not in the hospital," Rin says as and Miku leave their spot on the couch. Miku holds Rin's hand as she leads the blonde towards me. "You can stay in our room."

"Really?" I ask in surprise.

"Of course," Miku cheerfully answers. "Rin trusts you, so I trust you. Besides, I know how awful those hospital mattresses are. You deserve a good rest."

I can only gratefully nod and whisper, "Thank you."

Rin reaches out, searching for my hand. I stick out my hand, and when she finds it Rin wraps her fingers around mine. "Miku will show you the way," she says as she gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

I smile at the comfort. Based on Miku's smiling face and Rin's warm hand in mine, I can tell these two are going to become some of my closest friends.

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I have been living here for nearly two months now, and I have been accepted by most of the people here. Some still doubt me, and a greater majority don't care. However, I have managed to make some friends. Rin and Miku, my roommates, have become my closest friends. Len is still wary of me, but he's nice enough. Anon and Kanon are very accepting of me, and both helped me learn my way around my first two weeks here. Then there's the white haired boy . . . Dell, I think is his name. At first he was the most suspicious of me, but after a while he started greeting me as if I were just another one of his friends. I can only assume he's learned to trust me, as some have.

I blankly stare at the screen, biting my lip in frustrating disappointment. No matter how many times I search Gakupo Kamui, nothing comes up about his murder. It's as if he doesn't exist.

"Gakupo Kamui, hmmm?"

I snap my head away from the computer to find Miku standing next to me. The room I am in is dark, and the only light comes from the computer screen. Miku is covered in shadows, making it difficult to notice her from the corner of my eyes. How long has she been there?

"I-I just wanted to know why Akaito wanted him Seen," I quickly answer. I had decided to stay quiet over some of the things I know about Akaito in order to not make anyone suspicious of me, but now that I think about it that may have not been the smartest choice.

Miku raises an eyebrow. "Did Akaito ask you to See Mr. Kamui?" she asks.

"No," I answer. "He made Neru See him. . . ." I feel an aching in my chest at the mentioning of Neru's name. I have no idea where she is or how she's doing. Is she just as worried about me as I am about her?

"Try William Coppersworth."

"What?" I ask out of mild surprise.

"Try searching for William Coppersworth," Miku suggests.

Without question, I search the name. To my surprise, pictures and articles came up for the bombing at the beach. There are pictures of both Gakupo Kamui and his fiancée. Though she remains under Luka Megurine, the man is under the very name Miku suggested. "How . . . ?" I whisper.

"He was under a fake name," Miku answers.

"How do you know that?" I ask. "And why was he under a fake name?"

Miku crosses her arms and looks down at her feet. "When the three of us - Rin, Len, and I - were under Akaito's command, he made Rin search many times for Gakupo Kamui. Rin's a very limited Seer, and her visions only make out the present time. Meaning that for her whatever a person is called presently, be it a fake name or no, she can only See them while searching for that name. You and Neru are different, as it seems the both of you can See a person regardless of what they're currently being called."

"That's what Rin meant when she said she outlived her use," I connect the pieces from my first vision of them. "Akaito got a new Seer under his power, and since she wasn't as limited as Rin he no longer had a need for her."

Miku nods at my conclusion. "We were outcasts, the twins and I, so it was only natural the three of us became inseparable. We were . . . rather quiet about our abilities. As far as anyone knew, we were just slightly odd kids. That is, until our abilities advanced and we lost control.

"I began to have the ability to make a person feel any emotion I wanted them to feel, and Rin's 'good guessing skills' advanced to actual visions. Rin was born blind, so Seeing for the first time scared her out of her wits. Len . . . Len had no control over his telekinesis at first. We went from odd to freak show.

"That's how Akaito found us. He had us kidnapped and had all of his Erasers wipe out the memory of everyone who ever knew us. It's as if we never existed. . . .

"He made Rin see the future for him. He didn't really give her a choice, you know? Either she Saw the future for him or he would have Len and me killed. She was the tool, and we were the instruments that made her work."

As I notice tears falling from Miku's eyes, I can tell that this is a very personal story she is telling me. A very deep personal story. "But you escaped, didn't you?" I whisper.

Miku weakly laughs. "Yeah, but that doesn't erase the past."

I reach out and take hold of her hand. I'm at total loss for words, but I hope this will be enough. I assume it is when I see Miku smiling at me.

"Haku!"

Miku and I both look in the direction of the voice. "Kanon?" I ask.

"Yep," Kanon says as she enters the light from the computer screen. "I think I know how to Restore your memories now."

"Are you sure?" I frown. Kanon had already tried to Restore my memories hundreds of times, but each one ended in failure.

Kanon nods. "Trust me on this, I believe I know what to do now."

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I sit in a chair that is in a room filled with other people. I don't want an audience, but at the same time no one wants to miss whether or not Kanon has figured out the closed paths in my head. I don't want to ask anyone to leave, so I suck it up and let them watch.

"I'm going to ask you again," Kanon says, "are you sure you want your memories Restored?"

I nod as an answer. "If anything that I was forced to forget could be of use to you, then I don't see why my memories shouldn't be Restored."

"You know," Kanon begins, "there is a possibility that these memories have nothing to do with Akaito. What if they're memories you don't want to remember?"

"Then Anon can Erase them again," I say. Anon nods in the distance, letting me know that she would be willing to Erase my memories if I ask her to.

"Okay," Kanon places each hand on the side of my face. "Here goes nothing."