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Snow White
Snow White, Cursed boy, all alone.
A little boy cried all alone. No one loved him, he was cursed. The arm he had proved he was the devils' spawn. They had beaten him up before, but the worst pain was when they looked at him with disgust, pity, shock, and a number of other emotions. No one loved him.
Cursed hair, cursed arm, cursed to see souls.
"Akuma!" A young white-haired boy called out. He lifted his claw-like arm to kill the pitiful being. He sprinted toward the balloon-shaped being and yelled out, "May your soul be saved!" He watched with a smile as he saw the mummy-like thing beside the Akuma burst open and reveal a beautiful woman ascending. 'Thank you.' She mouthed. He could see her soul.
Snow White, all alone, no one believed him.
Allen was kneeling in front of the dead body of Johnny, one of the scientists. "Guys?" He groaned, hoping someone would believe him. They had found him in that position only minutes before, and they thought Allen had killed Johnny. Linalee looked away, Kanda 'Che'd' and sneered at him, and Lavi looked down at him with distrust. All the others were either in shock or glaring at Allen. No one believed him.
They all turned away.
It was time for Allen's trial. They were investigating whether or not he was innocent. No one believed him because when Johnny was murdered, Allen was on the way to his room. The thick slices on his body were tainted with innocence, they said. Yeah, Allen thought dryly. From my tears. The judge came back.
"We now pronounce one Allen Jay Walker guilty with the murder of one Johnny Gil, and sentance him to twenty years in prison," He said. "Fife teen for good behavior." He added with an afterthought. No one stood up for him.
Cursed boy, with hair of snow, stained red.
Linalee screamed. It was her turn to bring Allen his dinner, a crust of stale bread and a glass of murky water, but she had not been expecting this. Allen had somehow used a plastic spoon to impaled himself in the forehead. The blood was everywhere. Every one came rushing in. Silently, before they could ask, she pointed to Allen.
Snow White is all alone.
His grave was in an out-of-the-way place in the middle of a forbidden forest. 'He'll want to rest in peace,' They said. Allen snorted. He was resting, but it certainly wasn't in peace...
No friends to turn to, they all went away.
Allen was still wandering. He was celebrating his death day. It was 5,264 years ago, to be precise. He was a very special ghost, no one could see him. He had no friends, just because of this fact.
Snow White, Allen Walker, Cursed Boy, was his name.
Three friends were wandering through the middle of a deserted forest.
"Why are we here again?" Asked a jumpy redhead.
"Che." A grumpy man with long hair answered.
"Oh, come on, guys! Are you sure you don't want to see the grave?" A girl with violet eyes pleaded. They came to it. Even after a century, the cross and angel stood proud, unknowingly bearing his innocence, which kept him bound here. On the marker it said.
Allen Walker
Exorcist, Noah, and Traitor
Years XXX-XXX
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