I don't even know anymore. Edited 11/15/12. Trigger warning, impure thoughts about a minor.
Eating Firecrackers
Many things ran through his head, but the one thing, the one word, that stuck out and struck him as just right, was delicious.
Really, maybe he was just curious. What made the famed cursed exorcist tick? What would it take to break him like an old, worn-out clock?
As the Earl continued to dodge and taunt the white haired teen, he let a giggle slip. Allen Walker was just so much... Fun.
He wanted to explore that. Dig into the mind of the teen, tear him apart from the inside out.
He taunted the boy once more, deriving joy from the sharp glare sent his way. He watched as the exorcist tried to land another hit, failing miserably. He admired the way Allen's clothes clung.
Allowing the other to get closer, closer, and ah. They clashed. Faces so close, it took all the willpower he had to not reach around and grab Allen's arm. To twist it beyond repair, to hear the bone crack and shift ways it shouldn't.
He wanted to roam his hands along that body, just to see the reaction. The Earl had to once again stifle his giggles.
He wanted to rake his fingers along that pale back, just to see blood rise up, red. He wanted to watch it bubble and seep unhindered.
Most of all, though, he wanted to hear the screaming. The Earl loved the sound of anguish. It made him... giddy. If he were to hear Allen's scream? How wonderful, the thought.
Would it be high and shrill, filled with panic? Maybe it would be long, maybe short. And then, after hours of screaming, the voice would go hoarse. His throat would dry up and turn raw.
It would ruin some of the fun, but the Earl would get over it. He'd simply turn his attention to the tears. Salty and sticky, his favorite.
Then the Earl would break a few fingers. Maybe snap an arm or leg, just because he could.
Allen was not the type to beg for anything, let alone death. But honestly, that wouldn't stop the Millennium Earl from trying.
But this time, the cause would be something totally different.
The pain Allen would feel when the Earl was done with him would be magnificent. And then he would do it again and again. Whatever he could, he'd take joy in it.
Then, being the ever-so generous person he was, he would deliver the boy back to his friends - easy as that.
He would wait; and when he deemed enough time to have passed, the Earl would come back for round two.
Snapping back to the task at hand, he blocked another attack from the lithe body in front of him.
Jumping away, he giggled and shook with glee.
He would have his fun with Allen Walker, and he would delight in every moment of it.
