Hello. Welcome to a rather short in my opinion prologue.

"speaking"

thinking

~Enjoy~

~ Allen's POV~

The time is finally here, the final battle. Anger boiled up inside me at I thought back to the bitter events that had just transpired. He killed them, that walking marshmallow destroyed everything I had in a span of a few minutes. To be fair all of the other Noah are dead but that means nothing now.

I readied crown clown, preparing for the last attack. Never again shall this thing kill an innocent human. Never again...

I raised my clawed arm and let it transform, molding around my anger like it had done on my first mission with Kanda, but this time, it was different.

Honestly I couldn't bear to insult him now. Not since...

It formed a cannon in its shining silver glory. A mess of gears surrounded the cannon opening and body. roughly the same size that it was in its mini-beam form.

Gears turning, I aimed it to the millennium earl as he prepared his dark void-like attack that he used in Edo.

Not a word was said as we momentarily glared daggers at each other, not willing to talk, both suffering from the loss that the other side caused.

Searing hot energy ran through my veins. I took a shaky breath and channeled all that heat into the mouth of the cannon.

We launched our attacks simultaneously—mine being an enormous azure beam—and they collided, filling the battlefield with a blinding wight light that consumed anything and everything in its path... including me.

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…...Is it over...?

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…...Have I...?

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I slowly opened my stormy silver eyes, only to see nothing but a swirling darkness. Light footsteps could be heard behind me.

My instincts screamed at me to move, but it was futile. Aches littered my body like a constricting boa. Slowly and steadily I managed to get up, and my weariness was answered.

I whipped my head around, wincing from whiplash, to see a man with jet black hair, cool, onyx colored eyes pierced my soul. He was wearing a black trench coat with a green inside. It looked as if he was highlighted in some kind of calming blue light.

Come to think of it so was I.

"Allen Walker?" he asked, but I could tell he already knew who I was. I nodded anyways, just to show that I heard him.

"Am I..." I started, not to keen on finishing.

"Dead? Yes." he answered simply, his smooth kind voice doing wonders of calm my fairly confused mind.

"So... what now, do I go to heaven? or..." again not wanting to finish that sentence. He smiled a sad smile making me all the more nervous.

Oh god no, why, what did I do? I thought dreadfully.

"Actually neither," seeing my thoroughly confused face he elaborated. "People who are cursed... don't move on, as if chained to an everlasting tether of fate." He dodged my gaze as he said that.

Despite my calm exterior my mind went a mile a minute, he gave me some time to process the information that was just given to me.

I... I cant go to heaven, does that mean I will never see them again? Surely now that I'm dead... Mana has moved on, right?An-and the others? What happened to them? Questions spun through my head, questions that I didn't know the answer to.

Lenalee... Lavi... Kanda... Everyone... all gone... panic and dread consumed my mind as I went over all of the faces of my friends—no, my family.

~Reapers POV~

I looked sadly at the white haired boy in front of me. A vortex of emotion swirled in his silver eyes that no kid should have.

Betrayal, terror, dread, mistrust, loneliness, emotions that normally are foreign to most normal fifteen year-old boys could easily be seen. It seems his mask has finally fallen, I wish I could help him, I really do.

But really there isn't. The dead should stay dead. My job is only to guide that to which I find. I have no control. I don't call the shots.

Not like it would matter anyways.

I gazed at the child, energy whirling around me, just waiting for me to issue a command. Think you could alter time?

No, I guess not.

Its kind of funny really, poor child...

….poor human child....

…..gods clown...

….. his poor clown...

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…...shall walk this world forever.

So, how was this for a first chapter, well this is more of a prologue. I know Allen sounds a little OOC but think of this, he just lost everything he ever had, for a second time, and died in the process. Now add the additional suffering of him not ever being able to move on and well he has an excuse for acting strange.

I based the reaper off of Hei from darker than black

think of Hagun from Nura Rise of the Yokai Clan for allens cannon beam attack

think of hells explosion from darker than black for when the attacks clash

think of the dream world thing from ghost hunt minus the floaty thingies for the place after Allen dies.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter/prologue constructive criticism much appreciated flames will be ignored. The next chapter will be longer I promise.

~SkyTower signing out~

1/16/15

Mid-term exams have ended so I decided to revisit my unfinished works and—Oh God was the grammar check on my computer that bad? I'm not going to even bother touching that bolded mess up there. Really? Floaty thingies? Why did no one tell me of this? This is why criticism is needed. At this point even flames would have helped.

I'm going to be going through all my stories, fixing up whats existing and adding one chapter to each.

This doesn't change the fact that all stories except spirit walker are on Hiatus. I can't bring myself to abandon a story.

One a day, people, one a day.

If you want to read ahead to see what it was like before, I warn you. It will show at the bottom like this if I have revised it.