Disclaimer: DGM is rightfully owned by Hoshino Katsura.

Author's Note: It started as a concept…and then I realized how big this idea was. I had to write it before someone else had the same idea (Which I think someone has).

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God will bless everyone who reads this prophecy to others,
And he will bless everyone who hears and obeys it.
The time is almost here.

I am Alpha and Omega,
The beginning and the end.
The one who is,
The one who was, and is yet to come,

I am God All-Powerful.

Revelation 1:3, 1:8

~*~

There were voices that could be heard, distorted and incoherent. Rhythmic beeping became audible over the slurred speech of strangers that surrounded. Burning lungs screamed for air though there was nothing to inhale.

"We're getting a pulse."

"Keep it steady now; we don't want his body to go into shock."

"Stabilize the oxygen levels – he needs to breathe!"

A pounding within the chest, with each beat the beeping followed. No longer could his body hold out, he needed air. Subsequent to a deafening hissing he could feel the blazing sensation die down as life was breathed back into him.

The first thing he could see was a blinding light, all surrounds hazed by it. The beeping slowed as did the pounding in his chest. The wonderous white light dimmed, though the world around him was still blurred. A chill ran down his body – he could not feel any clothes covering him.

"He's made it."

As a wave of relief and applause filled the room a figure came into sight. Squinting to make out who it was, his eyes barely managed to focus.

"Welcome back, Allen Walker."

Blinking his eyes helped to clear things and before long he found himself looking up at a dark-haired man. Clad in a white coat, he assumed him to be a scientist of some sort. Confusion swept over him as his mind began to function fully.

"Welcome…back?" He murmured to himself – his voice was incredibly hoarse. Brief flashes of what had happened earlier appeared before his eyes, reeling back and forth as though it were a recording. Coming to terms with the final scene caused Allen to suddenly sit up.

"I died." He gasped. Looking at his body he wasn't sure what was going on. His fear filled eyes gazed at the man beside him hoping that he'd give him an answer. Before anything could be said a siren began to blare within the room.

Allen's eyes wandered – he found himself within some sort of white chamber. He was lying in some form of case raised above the ground. To his left there were empty cases, much like his own. The cases to his right, however, were sealed with what appeared to be glass.

"Another one is awakening!" One of the many other scientists exclaimed. Allen's attention quickly returned to the cases at his side. Nothing made sense – he wasn't sure if what was going on was really happening.

A familiar rhythmic beeping reached his ears as the chaos around him continued. It was at that moment when he became scared. He could see through the glass in the case beside him – hands pressed to the surface; a being trying to break free. His eyes widened.

"Lenalee…" He whispered. A blanket was wrapped around his cold body as the chaos continued around him. Before he could catch another glimpse of his friend he was carried out of the bizarre white room on a stretcher.

"Please! Stop!" Allen yelled in desperation. Getting out of the stretcher proved to be a problem, for his muscles were still incredibly weak. The blanket that covered him also worked to keep his arms down. "Take me back there, take me back!" Despite his frantic pleas, the scientists ignored him. Panting from his efforts to escape, Allen found himself swept by concern and uncertainty.

Lights passed over him as he was carried through the dark walled corridor. Amidst the scientist's hurried footsteps another louder set approached from behind.

"It's alright Allen." His eyes fell upon the man from before. A comforting smile came over his face as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "Lenalee has made it too." At this, his cloud of concern was dispersed, however, the uncertainty remained. Allen swallowed to try and relieve his dry throat before he spoke.

"What's going on?" He questioned. "Where am I?" The man's smile became sympathetic.

"This must be awfully daunting for you, Allen Walker, but everything will be explained to you in due time." He replied. "Have patience. God has given you a second chance." Allen could barely muster a frown.

"A second…chance?" His words were barely audible as his throat began to feel rough once more. The man patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"Rest well, Allen." The dark-haired scientist left his side to return to the mysterious chamber. Turning a corner they entered another room – dimly lit and rather warm. Allen was lifted from the stretcher and placed onto a hospital like bed. No sooner had the scientists left he was soon attended to by nurses.

"I don't understand…" Allen watched as the nurses hooked him up to monitors and drip-feeders. "I tried to reach The Heart…but…" His pulse was recorded through one of the machines – its beep quieter than the ones in the white chamber he woke in. "I…died…" Raising his left arm Allen could see that the Crowned Clown was still a part of him. The black taint of his skin reassured him that he was still an exorcist.

"Then why…am I still here?"

~*~

"Excuse me, Miss Gabriella." The dark-haired scientist entered the office – making his way to the desk at the back. A tall woman standing by the desk didn't turn; her eyes fixated upon the view around her office. "I bring good news concerning the exorcists." The woman turned towards the scientist, her stern gaze urging for him to continue.

"Well then?" She prompted.

"Two of the exorcists have stirred from their hibernation. They're being held in intensive care, Miss." He explained. "As I was leaving the third and fourth exorcists were awakening." The woman held a hopeful demeanor – as to what she was thinking was anyone's guess.

"Four of initial nine recovered exorcists have survived and yet four fragments have been located." She muttered; turning back to face the wide window. "Is there a connection?" Her eyes narrowed.

"It's been over a hundred years... The world is a new and strange place and they'll need to be prepared for it." Her head turned to gaze at the scientist. "Please continue to watch over the exorcist's progress." Gabriella ordered. "Give them the utmost care."

"I understand, Miss." The scientist bowed his head in respect to his superior before briskly walking from the office.

"The world's fate lies in their hands."

Author's Note: So…yeah… Interesting enough? I guess not *dies* This'll get a massive re-write at some stage.
Please note, the time period I've set this for was based on something I spotted in the series, where tombstone read 1861-1891. This story is written on assumption that 121years later - give or take a few - it's the year 2012. If anyone has evidence or an image of a specific given date in the series other than 1891 it'd be appreciated if you tell me so that I can correct the story :-)

Just so you know, my other story takes priority over this one so updates will go slowly until Illusions of the Lost Past is complete ^^;

Anyways, please give your comments on this because it was a really great idea when I had it XD

Kaytlyn*~