Authors notes:
Well this took a while to finish editing, but thanks to my Niisan I can finally put it up. Enjoy ~ 3
Disclaimer:
I do not own D. Gray-man, the characters, the story, and the idea all came from katsura hoshino, so, it's not mine. With that said, enjoy.
Another Realm: Chapter 1: Betrayal
Exorcists… They exist to hunt those chosen by the gods.
"Hey, did you know that there have been a lot of people that disappeared in this church? This place is abandoned right now, so travelers with no money sleep here. And when they wake up in the morning, the only thing left is their clothes. It's cursed, because of an incident that took place here 2 years ago…"
Standing tall in front of the two figures was a large run down church. Mist drifted across the ground, yet left the trail leading to the front door uncovered, as if inviting them inside. A large three foot metal bar fence sat on a small three foot brick wall along the outside of the church property, dead trees lined the edges, scraping at the worn cobble stone walls. Most of the windows were busted out, chunks of wall missing here and there, and brown dead ivy leaves still clung to the walls. The brunet of the two figures moved down the path towards the church, eyes peering threw round glasses as she looked up at the broken down building, seeming a bit nervous. The wind pulled at her dark blue officer clothing, brown hair waving slightly in the breeze as she stood, looking up at the church for a second before continuing down the path.
"A-are we really going in there? Moore!" the other officer whined as he reached out to stop her, but was unable to before she got out of reach.
"The citizens have made a lot of complaints about this church. About people disappearing and such." The brunet, now known to be Moore said as she looked back.
"I know, it's cursed, isn't it?" the man was shaking, hands gripping the bars of the open gate as he looked at her in fear.
"Charles… Are those the words of a cop!" Moore said, staring at him blankly.
"It's probably just a rumor some idiot started. Let's check it out and see for ourselves." The brunet said as she pulled her officers helm on over her brown hair and started to walk again.
"This church is not cursed!" she repeated to reassure her partner.
After a moments hesitation the man let go of the bars, following after her quickly.
"A-Alright…"
The door to the church creaked as the heavy wooden doors were pushed open. They stopped as they entered the church, chunks of the roof and glass from the windows lay across the floor. The wooden walls held holes and scratches; strange dust lay across the floor.
"Wow, it's pretty messed up. I wonder if any travelers really stay here?" Moore asked calmly, despite the eerie feel to the air of the church.
She jumped and twisted around as her partner let out a nearly girl like scream.
"What is it!"
"O-on my leg…" the man said shaking once more as something rubbed against his leg, to scared to look down.
Kneeling down the brunet sighed.
"It's only a cat." She said as she started to lift it up.
"What?" boy did he feel embarrassed…
The sound of something like static caught Morre's attention. Now holding the cat to her chest, she turned to see whatever it was, still knelt in front of the older officer.
"What's that sound?" she froze at the site of hundreds of black bats headed their way.
She gasped, her partner screamed as the bats flew over them. A hand reached out, snatching both Moore and the cat up, dragging her up the stairs.
Pulling what he thought to simply be a cat after him, he slammed the door behind him and pushed it up against a chair.
"Gotcha! I won't let you get away this time." He muttered as the bats fled into the darkness of the room.
He froze as he heard a cough and his eyes landed on a person and a cat, instead of just a cat.
"Eh? A human?" he backed away.
"Why is a human here…" he was stopped as a click alerting him to the hand cuff that latched around his wrist.
"Damn you!" Moore growled adjusting her helmet.
"Who are you!" she demanded yanking slightly on the chain of the hand cuffs.
"I'm sorry! I was too into it and didn't notice you!" he stepped from the shadows, silver hair poking from a green bandanna and a brown trench coat keeping him warm from the cold air of the windowless church.
"I was just trying to grab the cat." He said, hands in front of him like he was at a stick up.
Think fast think fast…
"I'm, um… A traveler…" he said hoping she wouldn't question him about why he paused.
He didn't resist when she stood and pushed him into the chair before locking him to broken out window panel. Of course, as he listened to her tell him of the rumors, he knew what was going on.
"Hmm… I wasn't aware that there were such bad rumors about this place. I came to this town this morning but, while I was walking over here, this cat ate a valuable item of mine, and I was looking for it." He explained despite how easily he could get free.
Why did he have to lay low like this? It was just one lousy human girl, cop or not, why couldn't he just break free and get away? And that damn cat was taunting him at his feet, sitting there like nothing was going on.
When Moore stared at him coldly he blinked before putting on a pathetic face.
"It's true! It's an item I got for my father and I can't afford to lose it!" he said panicking, he didn't have time to go to jail right now.
"Father? Who is he?" she asked crossing her arms.
"Well… ummm… He's missing somewhere in India…" he said quickly not really knowing exactly where the man he was referring to as father was at the moment.
The air chilled as she stared him down harder before the cat jumped onto his lap and rubbed against him.
This is your entire fault, you stupid fur ball.
He looked up as the officer spoke again and blinked.
"Well, I'm going to get my partner, you just wait here." She said sternly.
Both of them jumped as a loud scream interrupted them, the cop turned.
"W-What!" The sound of large bangs came from down stairs.
"You stay here!" she called running out the door and slamming it behind her.
Allen sighed, looking at the cat and frowning.
"I'll have to deal with you later." He muttered sternly before standing calmly, the cat made an annoyed hiss as it was forced up.
Moving calmly, he slipped out of the cuffs, leaving them on the window seal before tugging on his bandanna and dusting him self off. Picking up the cat before it could escape; he sighed and went to move to the door.
"I hate cops…" he muttered slightly and moved down the stairs.
Dropping the cat as he saw the misting dust he growled and pulled his bandanna off, running down the stairs as the cop started to choke.
"Be careful. The gas coming from the corpse is poisonous." He said calmly looking at her to make sure she was ok, a stern look on his face.
"There isn't any thing you can do now… He's gone…"
As he looked down he noticed her faint and gasped.
"Officer!" he sighed as she went limp and glared at the cat.
"You're going to pay for this later you pest." He growled though the cat simply ignored him.
Sighing, he stood, eyes looking down at the motionless officer that now lay on the floor with a green bandanna over her mouth.
"I have to get her to safety…" he muttered before shaking his head and despite his better judgment, lifted her up with one arm and grabbed the cat in the other.
Moving quickly, knowing how bad it was to be in this gas made by the akuma bullet, he stepped over rubble and glass and out the front door of the church. He didn't have much time to loose, he needed to get her to some place safe and as much as he hated it, he headed for the police station right away. Why he felt so compelled to help this pathetic little human, he wasn't sure, but, here he was, standing in the door of the office with cops staring him down.
"Some one help!" he called and instantly some one took her from his arms, laying her down on a wooden bench.
He was snagged up and pulled into a room, cat and all.
I don't have time for this… but if there are Akuma around, maybe I can find him…
He put on an innocent face, sweat dropping at he was questioned. Answer the best he could with out giving any thing about him self away. After what felt like hours the door opened, the brunet officer from before stepping in.
The silver haired boy looked over, seeming very nervous.
"His name is Allen Walker. Unknown Address, underage, and from an unknown country." As the detective said this Allen felt his chances of escape, his mind trailed at how unhappy that man would be when he found out he had been put in jail for saving a human. He shivered then jumped as his train of thought was interrupted by a slam on the desk.
"You did it, didn't you!" the detective growled looking at Allen angrily.
"I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T!" Allen yelled in shock as frightened tears of what that man would do to him should he find out about all this.
"Why are you so suspicious of me! I just carried the unconscious officer here!" Allen cried.
This is awful!
"IT'S WEIRD THAT YOU WERE IN THE CHUCH IN THE FIRST PLACE!" the detective defended loudly.
"And besides, look at your hand! It's red, it must be blood!" he growled grabbing Allen's tied hands to get a closer look.
All humans are the same… the moment some one is different…
He felt his anger grow but held it back, his voice lowered slightly.
"Umm, no, this hand is really…" he muttered, holding back his anger.
As he spoke the latch to his glove was snapped off and a shocked gasp left the lips of the people in the room, all except for Allen who stared at his hand half in shame, to him it represented his sins, his mistakes.
His hands hit the table in front of him as the detective freaked out.
"What… What the hell is this!" he gasped looking disgusted.
"What the hall are you trying to pull! Doesn't it hurt burning a cross into your hand! You damn Psychopath!" the detective pointed accusingly, finger inches from the albino boy's face.
Oh how sorely tempted he was to bite that thing clean off, but it looked dirty, so he yet again, restrained him self by simply glaring at the man's hand.
"You're supposed to take good care of the body that your parents gave you!" he continued yelling.
Allen blinked as he felt a hand placed on his back and the brunet spoke.
"This boy was with me when the incident occurred." She spoke up, stopping the yelling having clearly seen the hurt in the boy's eyes.
So not all humans are the same…
"What!" the man gasped and his cigarette dropped to the floor.
Allen looked down at the cat still sitting in his lap as one of the boy whispered to the detective.
"WHY DID YOU BEOMCE UNCONCIOUS! OFFICER MORRE HESSE!" the man made Allen jump again with his yelling and a slam of his hand on the desk.
"I'm very sorry." Allen looked up at her as she aphorized.
"You were on the scene and didn't even see the culprit! Be more courageous!" the detective leaned back in his chair, grinding his teeth, relight cigarette and all.
Allen knew who it was, he knew what had done this, but he remained quite.
If they find out, they will come, and I'll have to leave to keep from being seen… Then I won't find him…
The detective turned his attention back to Allen and he blinked looking up from the yawning cat on his lap.
"Detective Moore, you will keep an eye on this boy. DON'T LET HIM OUT OF YOUR SIGHT!" he said before standing and leaving the room.
Allen sighed looking up at the brunet.
"Sorry about all this…" he muttered slightly.
"But, could you untie me now." He whined holding his hands up.
She sighed reaching down and pulling the thin rope from around his hands before letting him stand up.
"Come on, you can stay at my house until this all blows over." She said and turned.
"Oh, and I'm Moore." She smiled lightly.
"Allen Walker." Allen smiled and held out his normal hand.
After they shook, the brunet turned to leave, Allen following after calmly, cat in hand.
It felt like an hour that they had walked, talking about random things in the town. Mostly her giving him a small tour as they walked, not that this would matter, the boy couldn't find his way out of a paper bag if he wanted to. Once they reached the house she went up stairs right away.
"Don't leave the room." She said sternly before she left.
Sighing, Allen placed his suit case down and looking at the cat.
"How to get that thing back." He frowned.
He shook his head slightly and felt around his pockets. Wait, where was his watch?
"Ok, we have to go back to the church really quick, so don't make a big commotion." He whispered and started to walk.
As he neared the door, grabbing the handle, the cat suddenly lashed out, the struggle sent him into a wall and sliding down it, knocking pictures off the wall.
He winced as a picture landed on his head then the brunet officer came down to see what happened.
"Where are you going! I told you to stay in that room." She said sternly.
"You were going to the church weren't you?" she walked over as Allen stood up and tried to leave.
"Just for a little while." He tried only to get yanked back.
"NO!" he was dragged back into the back room of the house, the study.
He sighed and walked over to the window, looking out at the church just across the way.
The church is right there too…
He sighed.
I hope they don't take the watch…
"Hey Allen…" Allen blinked as his thoughts were interrupted and turned to look at the officer.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Who do you think the Culprit is?" she asked seeming to have noticed his serious and worried look.
"I'm not sure." He lied smoothly with a shrug.
"I'm sorry about what happened in the station today." She sighed and looked at a book in front of her.
They jumped as the door was nearly slammed open, smacking against a filing cabinet to its side with a crash.
A man in a wheel chair with short ragged brown hair and dark rings around his eyes rolled in, staring at the brunet officer with a strange look, much like hunger, body shaking.
She ran to him, kneeling in front of him in worry.
"Brother Mark! What's wrong?" she asked in worry.
Allen blinked, staring at the man for a second. His eyes widened slightly as the eye with the scare across it changed color. Two glowing red rings light up in pure black on his eye, his bangs hiding it slightly.
So that's where you're hiding.
"My… My stomach, I'm starving." He man said, voice shaky.
"Let me eat… eat you…" he said, blood dripping down his eyes like tears.
Blood splattered across the room, chunks of clothing falling to the floor as metal tubes shot from the man. The metal began to crawl across his skin, forming a ball around where his body used to be as wires attached to his insides, before being hidden inside the metal. An upside down star appeared on his forehead, veins budging as the black that had been around his eyes spread down like rivers of tears, stopping at the edge of his mouth. The tubes turned, pointing to the girl, twisted track cut out inside them showing them as giant guns.
"Brother?" the officer sat in shock on her knees looking into the barrel of the large guns that sat, pointed at her.
"What the hell is this…?" she asked, still stunned.
Allen reached out quickly, hand going to grab the girl, forgetting around the cat on his shoulders.
No, she is too nice to die!
This was all he could think. She hadn't looked down on him for his hand like very one else had, she had defended him when he was in trouble. Now it was his turn.
His blood red arm grabbed a hold of one of the many bullets sent into the room. His arm going around the officer protectively as the attack sent him out one window and through a window of the church. He winced as he hit the wall, holding on tight so he didn't drop the cat or the girl. A loud crash filled the air as he was knocked threw the wall taking out a chunk of the window sill before managing to stop the bullet and hitting a wall. He sunk down slightly, hand smoldering from the friction that was just applied to it.
"Are you ok Moore?" he managed to ask with a grunt as he let her off his lap.
"Where are we…?" she asked looking at him to make sure he was ok.
"At the church, we got blown threw the window." He muttered.
"Impossible… You stopped a bullet?" she asked reaching out to take it from him.
He pulled his hand away quickly.
"Don't touch!" he said before looking over at her.
"It's dangerous… This bullet contains a poisonous virus. If you get hit by the bullet, the virus immediately infects you and…." He looked down at the cat as black stars began to appear on its fur.
Blood dripped from the cat's side where it had been hit, he dropped to bullet.
"You shatter." He muttered, the cat turning to dust chunks in his arms.
The chunks dropped to the ground in front of him, Allen's face hidden by the shadow of his hair.
"Damn it… I'm sorry…" he muttered slightly.
"What happened to brother mark…?" the officer asked, looking up at him.
He looked over, a sad look to his eyes, though it was fake.
I can't hide it from her any more…
"Moore, what you saw back there was called an Akuma. The Akuma takes over a body and infiltrates out world… That wasn't mark." It was something better…
There was a small silence before Allen reached over, grabbing the girl's hand and pulling her back into his lap.
"Here it comes!" he said peeking around the corner silently.
I can't let her get hurt… she isn't like the others.
"Hey, what the hell are you guys going here?" The detective's voice rang out just as the Akuma rounded the corner, just about to see them.
"Detective!" the girl yelled.
"Shit! What the hell is that thing!" he gasped, taking a step back but it was too late.
Allen said nothing, face hidden in his hair as gun shots rang out from the officers, he didn't bother warning them. The Akuma turned, facing them, the bullets doing nothing to its rock hard metal shell. Large booming sounds rang out as the barrels on its body flashed, bullets rushing out and hitting each officer.
"No…" Moore whimpered, tears forming in her eyes.
"Detective… Everyone…" she muttered, her eyes turned to Allen.
"YOU BEAST! WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN THEM, WHY!" Allen froze, looking down at the floor.
She is like them…
Shadow covered his eyes, he stepped towards the Akuma, a grin spread across his face. The air of the church chilled before he snickered slightly and looked up.
"Stupid human… so easy to fool." She couldn't see the hurt in his eyes.
She looked shocked, the Akuma floating over him like he wasn't even there.
"What?" she asked, taking a step back as a dark grin fell on the silver haired boy's lips.
"Akuma are the weapons of god, made to wipe out you pathetic humans!" The boy grinned darkly before grabbing his coat off the floor and slipping it on, turning.
"Kill her." He muttered.
Turning and walking away, his jacket flaring out behind him as the wind of the church was pulled passed him by the bullets of the Akuma behind him. He heard a scream, that was it, then he stepped out of the church, leaving the Akuma to do as it pleased as he moved onto the next area.
"Stupid human…"
Ending Authers notes:
Heh heh heh, evil Allen is going to be so much fun. I couldn't help but grin my self near the end, it was fun. I'm going to start working on my next chapter a bit later, I have two other things I need to write first, but it shouldn't take long for those to get done :3.
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