It's TORTURE TIME!... man, am I a horrible person or what? Okay, here's chapter 2. And yes, there IS going to be something of a story line in here. Sorry, not just mindless Allen!Torture for you all.
Yeah... please, no one kill me for this, okay? I DO feel guilty for making this happen to Allen... I honestly do...
Disclaimer: If I owned DGM, I'd be Japanese. I may wish I could go to Japan, but I'm not Japanese.
Cold, icy, burning hands held him still. Stay with us, stay with us, stay with us, they chanted. His wrists were bleeding and raw, and yet one hand still tugged in a continuous rhythm against the chains, shink, slup, shink, slup, shink, slup, shink... His head hung limply on his chest, which rose and fell in unsteady patterns, as his body continued the traditional pulling on the chains with his right hand. He couldn't see anything, but he knew, it was a dark, cold, brick room, which was so, so small... so small... I scared him, it was so small. No escape, no windows and just one door two feet away from him. It blinded him whenever it was opened, it was so bright compared to the room...
Like now.
It flew open so suddenly, he didn't have time to do anything more than shriek and cover his eyes before coming to his senses and trying to back away as far as he could. His air supply was dropped dangerously as the chain around his neck tightened, and his wrists' mutilated skin was dug into and burned by the iron grinding into it.
Hot hands grabbed him now, tightly on his arms. They tugged his shoulders forward and him with them. He felt a small relief when the cuffs at his neck and arms fell away, still, the chains were nothing compared to the hands.
They dragged him up to his feet. He tried to steady, but fell against the wall in weakness. He couldn't feel his legs at all, they were just cold masses attached to his lower body. Numb and immobile.
"He cant walk, then?" Link. Link. Link's voice. He worked under Levirrier.
"No sir," Guards. Bad. Leave me alone.
"Then get him up." Allen froze up as they gripped his shoulders and dragged him up again. They held him tightly and lead him out the door.
The light affected Allen. The strange brightness he wasn't yet accustomed to. His mind woke up slowly, now out of the shadows which had crawled up onto him and strangled all sense out of him. He could see now, he could tell he wasn't trapped anymore. No, no he was trapped, but there was motion, and he knew what was around him. That was what pulled him out of the black pit momentarily. Awakening.
People in the halls spared him no more than a glance, because they all knew. They all knew. Allen could practically hear their thoughts as he passed. "The poor kid... Levirrier must have found a new toy" "Another traitor? Whatever happens, I'm sure he deserves it." "Great, more people being dragged away? Brat wont live more than a month" He'd show them all, though... he'd survive this and somehow, he would get back onto the battlefield, with the Order or without it.
Still, wretched horror brimmed as he saw the large, snow-fallen white, wooden doors of Espidans's room. The opened soundlessly. It would have been better if they creaked. Allen found his foothold and pushed back. The guards grunted and tried to hang onto him. Allen's legs jerked and pushed away from the room, not working the way they should, but it was enough.
One guard swore as Allen shook his grip on his arm. He tugged out roughly, backing away as far as he could. The other guard fumbled his grip and Allen pushed back again, hoping momentum was going to be enough. His legs twisted together and he fell.
"Ngh..." He ground his teeth as boots stepped onto his head and hands. "Poor kid, he doesn't want to be hurt..." "Stupid boy, as if he could run away from justice!" "Isn't that a little... harsh, maybe?" The sharp ruts of the boots were removed from his hand, putting more pressure on his head. Both his hands were listed up and pulled them behind his back. They were held together as tight rope snaked around them and held them there. A tight knot jarred his muscles. Link finally got off Allen as the guards finished tying him.
He was grabbed by his hair and pulled up again by the guards. He didn't even waste energy supressing the small cry. "What is wrong with these people?" "Insolent boy," "Hey, now, this is a bit... over the top... what's going on here?" He was held roughly by his shoulders and shoved into the room. The doors closed quickly behind him. Link was smiling as he looked back, on his knees again, hand tied behing him. In Espidan's room.
He tugged roughly at the rope around his arms, despite the savage protests of his marred and weary limbs. "Let me out..." He hissed. "Plese, let me out..."
Clup, clup, clup
Allen's head shot up. "E-espi..." The boy was no older than him. No, he was younger. Bt he was tall, and he had no face. Wait, there was a face, but there was nothing on it. The most defining characteristic was the total blandness that covered Espidan's face. Gray eyes, like Allen. White hair, like Allen. No expression. God, please, I know I'm not the most likely person for you to help, but please, please, don't let me become like Espidan. I... I don't want to vaish. Please, God, please!
Never when you're so forsaken. Kissed by the devil: the ultimate damnation. Allen Dominic Gray-Man Walker. A Martyr who was denied his fate to be killed for no reason that was meant to be.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, with him betrayed by the only trusted ones in his life. It wasn't supposed to happen. Never. Never ever ever, but it was.
Espidan began slowly, with Allen's vision fading. It turned black in waves, like there was fuzz crawling all over the world, covering it in dark light. He heard the soldiers laugh at him from their views outside the room, outside from all the dangers. He much have looked pathetic, on the floor, hands and knees, twitching, shivering as the cold and darkness took over him.
A long, hot, red stream of blood shot out of his eye as it was cut.
They laughed as he withered on the floor, screaming.
Into his gut, twisting and turning. Hands pulled his inides out and clawed at him, clutch his throat, kill him like that.
It was amusing for them to watch him cry out for someone to save him when he knew there was no one at all there. They had never witnessed Espidan's powers, and so they simply laughed with no guilt attached to their sounds.
Stab, stab, twist. Kill, kill, kill me now and let me die. Don't... don't...don't...DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING ARM!
They only laughed louder as he swore and cried and begged for death. He was a sinner, a Noah, a traitor, a heretic. There was no salvation for him, not until he repented. He had to suffer to repent, and he had to admit to his treacherous deeds before he could repent. This was the only way for him, and so, the guards laughed, edging Espidan on.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, please, stop doing this. Please. I don't want to see these things, I don't want you to look into my head, I don't want you to drag memories of Mana into my mind, I want to stop thinking!
And before anyone knew it, Espidan was walking away from the traitor. The boy, they didn't quite know his name, was on his side, heaving. Small pools of blood gathered beneath him. That was Espidan's magic. You could die as many times as he wanted you to and in any way at all, and you would comes out feeling but not receiving.
There were small holes in his head and gut no larger than thimbles which bled profusely. A spot above his eye, too, a long scratch. His arm...
They all smiled at what they saw as they encircled him. It was the only way for him to be saved. Their smiles faltered as they caught his eye. He was trembling with rage, hatred. He absolutely hated them for trying to have him repent.
Levirrier approached him calmly. "Repented yet, Walker?" Walker. That was what they called him. Walker barked out swears at Levirrier, he shouted and cursed and damned Lavirrier. He fell silent after a long while when his throat gave out to numbness, and then, he sank to tears.
Walker only protested as we led him back to his cell when we tried to push him back in. It was very small. So small, it may as well have been a standing-up coffin with chains in it, but this boy was insane, and we needed to restrain him. And so we did. He cried and he cursed us, and we all prayed for him.
Because we all knew he was the one who deserved to be damned.
Chains of the mind my soul reside, so kill me now, and cast a die, for darkness is my melody, and the one at fault is only me.