This is the prelude fic for When All Is Missing. It will contain violence, gore, swearing, torture, mental issues, OCs, lots of crying, and Allen Walker. Basically, the rating is already going to be M for 'Madness'.

If you are bad with dealing with anything listed above, I suggest you leave now. Like, right now. Also, if you have read the first chapter at least of When All Is Missing, you already know... Levirrier wins.

Disclaimer: if I owned D.Gray-Man, don't you think I'd have a lot more of Allen screaming in it?? (Allen: I cant believe I still hang around with you... Me: Because you know I really do love you Allen: eesh... Me: admit it, you really like being tortured sometimes. Allen: definitely not often.)

His muscles ached and wouldn't move, no matter how much he willed them to. He gagged, for lack of any other sound, in agony as a boot connected roughly with his side. He was knocked over onto his left side, crushing his arm. He vaguely tasted blood in his mouth, but it didn't worry him. He had long accustomed to seeing blood, and it was when you began coughing up organs that you really had to worry.

"Get up, Walker." The voice of Levirrier demanded. Through half opened eyes, Allen could see the vague, blurred outline of Levirrier looming over him.

"Inspector, you really must stop, if you keep that up, he will end up dead..." A concerned voice of a nurse called out from beside the blurred figure. Levirrier scoffed and Allen heard the sounds of boots clunking down on the halls, fading away.

Two thin trails of tears somehow welled up and overflowed his party opened eyes. Soft hands carefully took hold of his arms and pulled him up.

"Are you okay?" The nurse asked. Allen did not respond. He let the tears speak for him, as he had no strength or will to stop them in any case. He still burned as he felt stronger arms coming around him and lifting him up.

"Come on, Nina, let's get him to the 'ward." A gruffer, new voice said. Allen's head was propped up and his arms and legs were tucked by his sides in positions that didn't strain them and make them hurt on purpose, like he was a newborn child being carried around. He sank into the arms, relaxing now that Levirrier had finally gone. He was begging to have safety in those arms for only moments if at all possible.

He got the answer when the arms shifted and his bangs were then being pushed put of his face. He looked up with still almost shut eyes, now without the obstacle of hair. He still couldn't see properly.

"You in the right mind, kid?" The same voice asked, though now, Allen noticed it wasn't really gruff, it just had an accent from the country. He gave a small 'unh' as his only reply. He wasn't sure anymore, but he thought he may still be crying.

"Lay him over here, Thomas," The voice of the nurse said. Through the blur, he saw colors. Mostly white, but there was a quick movement of color that hurt to look at, though he saw it well enough to know it wasn't what would usually be in a medical ward.

"Ih...mm..." The small golden ball rocketed to Allen the moment it had heard it's name called. Allen somehow managed to lift an arm up and hold the golden ball to his chest, stroking it's wings carefully, not for Tim's sake, but because he couldn't do anything else.

The arms below him shifted and snuck away, leaving him on a soft white. A bed, his weary mind guessed. Tim stayed nestled under his hand as his bangs were once again brushed out of his face. Soft, warm, white covers covered his lower body and Tim. Nothing had ever felt so soft, and his eyes could no longer bare the strain.

In one last moment, he let his head fall over to the side, where he still saw the nurse and doctor watching over him. He tried to smile at them, but he was just too sleepy, and his body just too beaten. He moved his vocal chords, not closing his mouth or hardly moving his tongue as he mumbled. The nurse brushed the hair out of his face again before asking, "What did you say, dear?" Allen took a short, but still rattling breath as he tried desperately for enough consciousness to keep awake for the few extra moments he was being asked of.

"Ank... ou..." And then he couldn't anymore.

He woke up again to find his sight had finally cleared. He cast his eyes around the room slowly, not daring to move more than his pupils for fear of ache. The medical ward was very similar to that at headquarters, except larger and with many more fancy equipment items and fashionable beds. He was about to close his eyes again and dash for a few more hours of sleep if he could get them when a wet rag was draped over his forehead, barely a centimeter from his eyes.

"You're awake, dear?" The nurse standing by his bed asked. Allen nodded slowly, grateful when he felt no pain. "I'm sorry, I couldn't get your name last time, I'm Nina," She said. Nina was not very tall, just a few inches taller than Allen. She was very slender and as much as Allen knew about women in the world today, quite a bit given his training with Cross, she was beautiful with her blond hair pulled back into a tight bun, save for her bangs, which were swept across her face in a way that made her look not unlike Cloud Nine, but her hair was shorter and lighter, and she had no scars. Her sea-blue eyes were outlined with black eyeliner and shadow, and the white mandatory nurse outfit simply made her something his master would actually look at, more than once if he could.

"Ah...len..." Allen said, his voice still somewhat damaged. It was better now though, he could at least speak somewhat. Nina looked somewhat surprised.

"You're the infamous Allen Walker the whole place is bustling about?" She asked. Allen let out a small groan of 'what?' before he felt his vocal chords began to sting again. Nina looked at him confusedly. "Allen Walker, the boy with a Noah inside him? There were rumors he had been brought to central a few months ago, even though basically no one has seen him, havent you heard about him?" She asked. Allen gave a small smile, to say he had. "Well, the rumors have gotten pretty scary lately, and I always imagined Walker to be some living horror of some sort..." She said softly.

Allen gave a weak laugh. "'M not... that bahh...d..." He tried to say, but somehow it got messed up in his throat. That was when the medical ward's door opened. Levirrer stood silently, glaring Allen down from the door. He took several long strides in until he was halfway to Allen's bed before stopping. The medical ward seemed so horribly quiet.

"You're awake. Good. Now come here." Levirrier commanded, his amplified voice echoing around the room. Allen sat up and slipped his legs off the side of the bed, trying to steady them. The moment he tried to stand, he stumbled and grabbed for the bed post. His legs shook under him as he once again tried to get them to hold his weight. He could see Nina about to protest when Levirrier scowled.

"Come, Walker!" He barked. Nina blinked in suprise. Allen tried once again to walk, and this time he managed to stumble over to near where Levirrier was standing. "It's amusing, isn't it?" Levirrier said in a carrying voice as Allen approached. "The mighty Allen Walker reduced to this." Allen gritted his teeth as he tried to keep walking without stumbling or limping, but no go.

"Ah... wa nehvah... mighty..." Allen mumbled. Levirrier scowled disapprovingly, as though hoping Allen would say something to fully deny his achievement. Allen however, had actually picked up more than poker and seduction capabilities as the student of Cross Marian. He knew plenty well how and, more importantly, when to back up himself with words.

"Of course, I forgot, you are simply the worthless vessel of the Fourteenth, my mistake," Allen gritted his teeth. He didn't need to be reminded. The hatred he radiated to Levirrier was sent rocketing around the room. He wouldn't have been surprised if something were to suddenly crash with the sudden intensity he sent out.

Levirrier glared back at him. The rage increased in the room. "Link," He said, the icy calmness more intimidating than even his anger.

Link stepped forward and clutched his hand into a fist. Allen fell back into the wall and slumped over, unmoving. His left cheek was bleeding; it swelled and darkened rapidly.

"Get him up, will you?" Levirrier asked. Link strode over to Allen and pulled him up roughly by the back of his collar. Several guards in dark gray suits approached and lifted Allen away from Link, then followed Levirrier out the door.

Allen opened one eye and smiled at Nina before he was taken again. "...Anks..."

000

Frozen hands stretched him out along the wall, tearing his skin apart. First went his right shoulder.

"Ah—aagh..." Blood slowly seeped through his shirt as the razor blaze jabbed into his skin. Air was too precious to waste on screaming, so he just cried out and sobbed as the chains tightened. His wrist started bleeding as the steel and iron-studded metal bit into his skin.

The room seemed to be getting increasingly small, but that wasn't right. Everything was just closing in on him, all the sharp things, all the things that still glinted red with blood of the unfortunate who dared oppose Levirrier.

The knife sunk deeper into his shoulder, threatening to saw it off. Blood soaked his shirt and made him hot, like he was standing by a furnace with the bellows pumping it up more, to the point where steel would glow red hot. There was a horrible jab in his stomach.

"AAGHH!" The world spun around him, the darkness seeping into his mind like a virus.

"You can stop it now," They said. The world ground to a dead halt and he was lying face-down on the white marble floor of Espidan's room. Huge like a dancing hall. Allen's eyes burned from tears and the blood pooling around him, seeping into his hair and clothes, forever dying them sickly red. Footsteps echoed around him, people surrounding him like an animal with a disease.

"Well, Walker?" Levirrier asked, his shadow covering Allen's face. "Repenting yet?" Allen barred his teeth, enraged, hate flooding him.

He ignored the strain on his body, and lunged. Hundreds of hands caught him and twisted his body. His arms pinned behind him, he was forced to him knees and his head bent forward, into a kneeling position. Before Levirrier.

Before Malcom C. Levirrier.

He was kneeling before him.

Malcom C. Levirrier.

If ever were a lust for blood, if ever were the need, he'd soil his hands— once innocent— to save his dying greed.