She is twisted.
Her chin rests in her palm, knees pulled up to her chest. The windows are closed, fresh air and noise disallowed; the doors are following suit. This room fits her, to be honest. It is dark and lit by a few candles, which only slightly illuminate her face (making her look all the more ghostly.) Road stares at nothing and, in turn, sees nothing. However, nothing is like a blank canvas. It is there to create art.
And so her mind clouds up with the expected thoughts of death and suffering. Road sees arms and legs bent at unnatural angles, those humans' loved ones clutching at their heads and screaming. She observes them, sadistically, not caring about their pain. They would never expect it to all be a dream, not when it's so realistic. All that the female Noah can do is laugh at them. Their expressions are truly amusing.
Then there is Allen Walker, who enters her mind involuntarily. She sees him crying for the dead (Exorcists, Finders and humans alike) and for the "tortured" souls of the akuma. Then he is there, dying by Tyki's hands. And for a moment, it is over; Allen Walker is over, as planned and as wanted. But then, always pulling surprises, he returns and he's stronger than ever. He cares more than ever. He hates her more than ever.
Her free hand has marks from her nails.
Road decides then that the thing she wants most is to see Allen suffer. To make him watch all of his comrades fall around him; show him just how completely useless he is. He'll only be able to look at them as they die. And then, when it's over, there will be him, the Noah and the Earl. Allen will attack, as expected, but won't be in his right state of mind. She'll take advantage of him then.
She'll make him relive that moment, and those deaths, over and over again until he dies. No one will kill him, Road thinks. The memories will.
The only thing Road can ever do correctly is hurt.
"Well?" he asks, almost venomously.
She raises an eyebrow.
"What were you expecting, Allen?" she questions in return, somewhat playfully. "Death?"
"Something like that."
Road is too weak to actually do anything. She's the Noah of Dreams for a reason.
a/n: it makes me happy to write things with road and allen in them. especially one-sided road/allen.
this can take place wherever you see fit. i didn't have a specific place in mind. i was thinking noah's ark arc-ish, but that's as far as i got. ah well.
stereomood is my best friend now.
my favorite noah is debitto. idc if he's technically half of a noah, i love him to death. (devit, david, whatever; i like spelling it debitto.)
and as a side note: i currently have like 98059340958 ideas for multichap stories being written at the moment. i'll try posting one soon.