Holy Hell

Chapter 1

Light In the Tunnel-Part 1

Summery: How did listing to a weird street preformer turn into running for his life from a religious sect that wanted to crucify him(Because he is the anti-christ), running from a mad scientist that wanted to disect him(Because he is the next Da Vinci), or running from a gay stalker who wanted to fuck him(Because he was the male version of The Madona.), or running from the wierdest set of Royal Police ever(Because he is the next Jack the Ripper). Poor Allen Walker. AU

Warnings: Yaoi. Mabey a little Yuri. Language. Blood Gore. Fun stuff like that... Rape, BDSM, Prostitution, OF A MINOR!

Disclaimer: I have commited Sin. I am Reusing an OC- Well fine, the original story isnt going well, but ... Ill chanbger her name. Nonory is mine, everything else... not really.

Reason: ...Im bored, sue me, why dont you...

No'One'Nope'Ones

It was raining, they day Allen's Life was ruined.

"It dosnt always rain." Cross would joke. Cross was Allen's Gaurdian. He owned a call house. Was it legal to raise a child in those conditions? Probobly not. Did he? Ya. He did.

"Come see, One and All! The Magical, the Wonderful, the ... Stupendious, White Witch!" Some little boy was yelling. Younger then Allen. Not much younger... Allen Himself, was only 15. His apperence gave way to other belifes, of course. But he was a teenager, he had to be judged. The boy turned his head to look at the huge croud. Unaware of the fact that he was walking closer and closer to it. Embarressed to admit it, Allen loved magic. His step father(not Cross) used to be a clown in a circus. Mana(his dad) Had always tacken him to the magician, Whitney, how was simply amasing.

"Is it free?" He asked lightly, when he was practicly at the impromtu stage.

"Of course, Allen." The girl on stage said. She was as pale as he was. NO wonder she was called the white which.

"How do you-"
"Shhh." She put a finger to his lips. "Dont talk, just watch and engoy." She got up, and Allen looked at her. She was wearing exsotic black clothing, exposing a lot of skin. A black top covering her breasts like a wrap that had a bung of antique coins hanging from one side, and a pair of baggy shorts that only started an inch above her crotch. Her black hair touched her waist in a mad rush of curls, and her red eyes glared back at him. She was albino, Allen assumed. Bieutiful, undoughtably. She moved back to center stage, jingeling with all the braclets, ancklets, rings, and earings she was wearing. "Now, Ladies and Gentleman." More jingeling. "Are you prepaired to be amased, and shocked?" She asked. Waiting. Not a word from the audience. Suddenly someone started clapping. Everyone turned to look at the person... but it was the girl who was preforming, somehow in the audience... no, it was another one... The audience burst into applause as the girl in the audience vanished into this air. "Thats more like it." The albino smiled. "Lets start of with something simply..." She striaghted up. "Nothing up my 'sleaves'" She made air quotes around the last word, earning a chuckle from the audience. She snapped her fingers and a bunch of birds flew from her hands, and into the audaince. Allen noticed the birds were crows... arnt they saposed to be doves?

"Now, from my next trick..." She snapped her fingers again and a box appered. Another applause. She opened it andclimbed in, her head sticking out. "Lotus." She called to the young boy. He ran onto the stage, holding 20 swords. "Alright, im going to go into this box, and he is going to attampt to kill me." She smilled and slammed the lid shut before anyone could protest.

"Alright..." Lostus muttered. IN a minute the box had twenty swords all over it. The box flipped open and the girl stepped out. The audience gasped.

"Good job." She rubbed the boys head. He beamed and ran off. "Now, since this is a free show, lets conclude. I need a person from the lovely audience..." She posed. NO one raised there hands. "Oh come now. Its not that scary." Allen raised his hand. "Lovely. Allen, come on up." The boy staggered up the stairs nervously. "Now... Allen, im going to do something just dont die." She whispered. She put a hand over him, and a hand over her, snapping her fingers at the same time. A puff of smoke. The audience started laughing. Allen looked down, and he was dressed in the witch's clothing. He attempted to cover himself, but it was just as pointless. "Now, of rour next trick..."
"Hey! Give me my clothes back!"

"Ohh? I rather likes these." She giggled. Snapped her fingers and Allen was in his normal clothes. "So... As I was saying, lets go out with a bang." She hand him a gun.

"..."

"Shoot me." She smiled. "Square beetween the eyes." Allen looked at the audience. The urged him to do so. He shrugged. Placing the gun to her forhead.

"Like this will do anything." He pulled the trigger. The shot rang out. The second the bullet made contact with her skull, ripping it apart, time slowed down. Darkness escaped from her wound enveloping both of them. "...Where are we?" Allen asked.

"Alright, Allen Walker, listen up. Your going to have a long sting of bad luck, So i highly recommend you start running." She said, pushing the bullet out of her skull.

"What...?" Allen looked at her like she was craZy. She probobly was.

"There will be three after you. A gourp, a person, and a man." She smiled. "Now, Listen to me. Im going to give you something, but use it only in case of an emergancy, Alright?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-" The darkness disappered, and the girl was gone. He wasnt on the stage anymore but on the street right in front of... the nonexistent stage. What the fuck just happand. He his hand was clenched. He opened it and one of the cions that were hanging from her wrap were in his hands. A Pentagram, the mark of the devil. "..." He tossed the coin as far as possible. And started walking.

At the Call House-

"Are you Allen Walker's Legal Gaurdian?" A man with a weird hat asked Cross, who was behind the bar.

"And what of it?" Cross himself was... a odd man. Luckuly Allen had just recently payed off all of his debts so they couldnt be here for that... He carried a gun just for things like this.

"We have come to collect him."

"...Im sorry. What?"

"Allen Walker is guilty of a Crime against the Crown. WE Have come to collect him." The man talked oddly. He was... almost atuomatic.

"He' upstairs... but, sir, what did he do?" Cross asked Leaning over his bar.

"...Confidential."

"Really? Well, I am his legal gaurdian, I think I should know as to why my child is being arrested."
"He is in legence with one of the most wanted crimnals of all time. We have 100 something vitnesses." The man said. The others with him stalked up after him. A girl wearing hookerboots, a boy with out an eyes, and a boy with a sword...

"What kind of royal gaurds are you?" He muttered out loud.

Outside.

"I just want to get home, and take a bath, and go to sleep... unless there using my room again..." Allen Walker had a tendency to talk to himself. It was weird shure... but...

"Listen." Cross appered out of no where. Marian Cross had a tendency to do that.

"What?"

"There are four royal gaurds here to arrest you. There upstairs. Talk and talk quickly, what did you do?"
"I-I didnt do anything!" Cross being outside was just as weird as the events prior. The man had greeted him outside. This was serious indeed.

"Well, I recomand you run. Now. If your honestly innocent. They say, you were talking with some natorious Criminal. Im assuming, thats not true."
"ITS NO... Fuck." He muttered. That girl was weird, and know he was going to pay. "I didnt know. I honestly didnt know who she was... Its just... I thought that... Fuck!" Allen cursed.

"Okay. Im going to assume your innocent. Here." Cross handed him a small shouler bag. "Run to this hotel. They know me, and theyll keep you safe. Good luck." He handed him a paper and went inside. Allen hurd a crash. Broke into a run. Didnt stop until he wason the opposite end of town.

Review! PLease!