Hello.
I started another fanfiction, but I didn't update my other ones due to the fact that I have writer's block. D:
After I read The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe, I was inspired to write this. The fact that Allen can hear his heartbeat is similar to that of the narrator in The Tell-Tale Heart, except Allen hears it all the time in this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own D.Gray-man.
Warning...Lots of angsty stuff.
This is only the prologue. And also, this is sort of an experimental angsty fic, so I might discontinue it if it turns out really bad. - And then I might rewrite it.
No Yullen in the prologue; a little bit in Chapter 1.
Walk on Water
Prologue
The pain.
It was ragged, angry, fiery pain, searing and hot and agonizing. Allen screamed and shrieked as the pain twisted like a snake, rearing up in his body.
Red.
Through his hazy vision, he could see red. Lots of beautiful, vivid red, and he registered an almost-normal thought: Was he dead?
No, not dead. He wouldn't be able to feel all this pain, wouldn't he?
Then there was the unbearable hammering of a heart, growing louder until Allen thought his eardrums might burst. Each thump was another blow to his mind; each blow was a cut to his soul.
A warm, comforting, human hand rested upon his forehead, matted with sticky, bloodstained bangs. The pain died down, accompanied with a giggle. There was no relief though; the heart was still beating, pulsing..
He couldn't take it anymore, and let loose another wordless scream of frustration. The thump thump seemed to mock him, like an endless annoyance.
Allen wanted to claw at that heart of his, going into a frenzy as his fingernails dug into his skin. The beating grew louder, and he thrashed, trying to escape from it.
A nightmare made its way through as his consciousness drifted into a void.
Lovely red, a star, a skull, a blow, an umbrella, grey- so much, like a painting held much too close.
A cry awoke him. Through his daze, he could see grey people being thrown backwards by a sword and a hammer, and a figure rushing over, the brush of gloves on his head, and a curse…
His body was being picked up, and then he was lifted through a creaky door. A few steps, and he was somewhere else, where people were crying and cheering.
And then he felt a cool hand upon his face, and he drifted into a sleep, tormented by nightmares.
..I hope you liked it. D8 First attempt at some angst.
Review, please!
Oh..And I have a preview of Chapter 1, which probably will really, really suck..:
Allen's eyelids drifted open.
An unfamiliar face was looking at him, eyes wide and framed with eyelashes. "Ah! Allen-kun, you're awake!" she said.
Of course he was awake, he thought drearily. Who was she?
He winced at the heartbeat he heard again. He tried to speak, but his throat hurt and was sore. A whisper of breath escaped his lips.
"Don't try to speak, Allen-kun, your throat is sore from screaming so much. Here, have some tea," she spoke soothingly, her dark hair brushed behind her ears.
No, he didn't want tea, he didn't want anything except for that heartbeat to stop. Allen wanted to yell at the stranger to go away, and leave him alone until that pulsation stopped. She knew, she knew! She was making a mockery of him, laughing soundlessly behind that worried mask at the beating of the heart.
"I'll leave it here, okay? Drink it when you want to," she murmured, taking her leave. "Kanda, Lavi, he's awake!"
Kanda?
That struck a chord.
The smell of water and lotuses..and soap. The pulsation stopped for a moment, but then it came back.
A figure was shoved in roughly. "Oi, Lavi, what the he-"
End preview...DX