"You are all so small in this world. So very, very small. Yet, in your war, you are majestic and tragic. You are kings fighting for a dying kingdom. Powerful knights battling immortal dragons. You haven't a chance of survival, yet you fight on. And for what reasons? For humanity? For the greater good?
Don't lie, you are all selfish little ants, selfish, selfish, selfish.
You are fighting for no one but yourselves. For your own selfish little reasons. Despite everything you claim to be, and everything you do, you are still working, not for your "Order", but for your puny selves. You are no heroes. So what are you?
Who are you?"
Allen Walker, a boy of fifteen pushed into a war of ages, sits in front of a dangerous foe, whose only goal at the moment seems to be the destruction of the youth in front of him.
I will rip out his heart with my bare hands. His death will be the best, I think; watching the panic on the once resolute face peak, hearing his screams ring in the night. His corpse'll be a thing to behold, that is sure, but what I'm dying to see is the life leaving his eyes. I want to see how brave he really is when faced with his imminent destruction. Let's see how brave you are, boy-
The Noah pauses, his hand frozen on the boys still beating organ. He'd been too caught up in his own sick thoughts to notice the youth's expression.
Allen stares into the eyes of his enemy without fear.
And it is astonishing.
The man retracts his hand slowly.
"Boy, what are you?"
He frowns, eyes never leaving that strangely adamant expression.
You've got some courage, boy. And it's that unyielding nature that's going to get you killed. It may already have.
"Who are you?"
Allen stares on, unmoving and unwavering.
He cares not about his life, not in the slightest. He fears neither pain nor suffering, because he knows his life is worth nothing, nothing at all.
He is selfless, yet selfish at the same time.
He is willing to put his life on the line if it means others will be spared.
He has to save them. All of them.
He is brave.
Yet he is a man hiding forever behind a mask.
He is weak.
He is a lie.
He is-
He is-
"..Who indeed," he replies quietly, as the hand moves to his chest again, reaching in and puncturing his heart. For a moment, everything is unimaginable and well-deserved pain. Then everything begins to fade.
Who indeed…
Allen Walker, the destroyer of time. Such a big title for so small a person. What have you done, hmm? What have you done to deserve this?
What is it about you that makes you so special? Why have they chosen you as their savior? The "savior of humanity"? How can you save everyone if you cannot even save yourself? Do you know? They think they know. But do you?
Do you even know who you are, Allen Walker? What are you? You are an excorist. You are a noah. You are neither of these things and both and all of them all at the same time. You are confused. You are alone.
Who are you, false hero?
Who indeed…
Author's note: Right, so this is what happened instead of the third chapter of "Before you break" (which I'll be releasing sometime in the next few days, as I've been rather busy with schoolwork and such). I just happened to be...inspired suddenly to write something a little different, and here it is. The Italicized voice isn't really any fixed character, it's more like that irritating little voice in the back of your head; forever discouraging you and putting you down.
Or something of the sort.
May or may not turn this into a series, with the other three leads.
I hope you enjoyed it.