"W-what's going on? Who the Hell are you? What in the world are you?! You're not-" That was the last words of the unfortunate soldier before his spirit left Earth, permanently. Cries of help and shivers rang through the damp air as one by one fell to their knees and kiss the ground below. One small soldier took out a radio and his shaking fingers darted to press those numbers. The screams of panic were everywhere.

His voice shook with fear as he whispered,"TT-tthis i-is Eagle Niner Squad, reporting in. Please come in, Headquarters! A-Annsweerr the fu-"

"Now, it's not good to call for backup, you know?" a voice purred icily into the soldier's ear. The last thing he saw were two darkened black eyes staring right into his soul.

-1300 Hours, 0.5 clicks away from specific target-

The only thing that rang through the pulsing heat and cloudless skies were the pitter-patter of hard leather boots and the clanging of weapons to armors. But besides that, there was not one sound coming from the top Sector Seven killers. Now in their mission mode, they remain in radio silence and under each other's visual contact at all times. With a single order in mind, they formed the indescribable killing team that sent even the bravest quaver in fear, Black Order Squad.

Their target was currently held in a large building to their left. Upon visual, Lavi could detect the words 'GYMNASIUM' that blared loudly above the rooftops. He surveyed the empty surroundings and realized that there was not a soul in sight. Strange, it was odd that the gym was soulless on a bright day like this. Straining his hearing, Lavi couldn't detect any sound coming from the gym itself. Basically, it was a practical ghost area.

There was nobody outside the target's location perimeter too, and that had already sent the Black Order Squad to high alert. Where were those first line soldiers? Had Sector Seven sent any at all firstly? If so, why were there no radio contacts or any line of communication at all from them? Those questions wavered heavily into the air, tempting the squad to satisfy their growing curiosity.

A sharp signal from Lavi and the Black Order nodded before taking their leader's flank protectively. Together, they broke into the closed gym doors and heaved in a heavy onslaught smell of blood.

The whole place was the holding house of dead massacre.

Every first line soldiers were present there, just not in spirit. Their bodies strewn against the whiteness of the walls, and the dark red blood was splattered to taint the clear mirrored floors. The soldiers' eyes were already looking at death itself, their mouths hung carelessly open. With weapons lying on the ground, it was obviously from the absence of used bullets that the first line soldiers did not have time to react to the threat. The Black Order Squad lined up in a row with their weapons at full ready, pointing at their main and only target.

The host of this massacre house was still here, after all.

Their target was standing with his back towards them, his dark blue shirt spotted with blood. He had white hair that was obviously unaffected from the killing spree, since it still shone out like pure snow. He had an unconscious soldier gripped in his outstretched hand; suffocation had successfully taken his life away.

"Freeze! Black Order Squad of Sector Seven! Drop that man and turn around!" Lavi ordered, his manly voice echoing through the hallowed gymnasium.

"Black... Order….?" The young innocent voice contrary to its bearer's murdering actions ringed like a tinkling bell. He casted the dead body aside and turned around, revealing his true identity to the squad.

This was Allen Walker; with lean muscles compatible with his muscular body, the boy held himself solemnly like a servant instead of a master. On his pale face ran a red scar in the shape of an upside-down pentacle and jagged line that streamed down his left side. The Black Order felt an innocent and calm-like aura from Allen. All in all, this wasn't what a murderer supposed to look like. Because standing in front of them was just a young boy.

Said young boy widen his eyes as they made contact with Lavi's, and the hardcore leader of Black Order Squad felt his heart stirring to life. There was something about those silvery eyes that Lavi felt himself gravitate towards them. Something deep inside his memories came back to life, a flash of a sweet smile that surely he had seen before. As quick as the shard of memory appeared, it fled away when Lavi tried to grab it. Lavi stood immobilized as he couldn't take his eyes of them, and Allen walked slowly, hesitatingly, towards him. Right now, there was nobody around except Allen and himself. Allen's hand came out as he whispered something incorrigible that Lavi could not strain to hear.

A warning shot broke into the ground.

That forced the two daydreamers to come back to reality. Krory had tried warning his leader that Allen was coming closer, but he felt panic arise when Lavi didn't answer him. While Lavi shook his head out of the gutters, Allen took a few respective steps back and finally stops to look around. A familiar face shot out of the blue.

"My my, Reever. It's been a long time! How are you? Are you well?" Allen chirped with a smile on his face. Everyone looked at their squad's veteran like he had grown an extra head or two.

"You know this boy, Reever?!" Lenalee all but shouted. A quiet "I'm practically a man!" from Allen was totally ignored when Reever reminisced the past. His mouth tugged on a smile as he kept eye contact with Allen.

"I'm fine, Allen. I manage to survive throughout these years... Although, I can't say the same for you," Reever quietly answered. The afterwords 'after what you've been through' were clearly written on his face. Those secret words exchanged were only understood by only those two, leaving the others to turn their heads in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Allen. But we're gonna have to bring you in now. Sector Seven wants you," Reever said, his voice turned back into hardness. Allen stood unfazed by the statement that would've made previous targets pee in their pants.

Showing his hand around, Allen called out with a tired sigh as though he's been through this same routine a thousand times, "I'll tell you what I've told these soldiers (before they out rightly attacked me). I'm NOT going back there. This time's too dangerous," turning round casually, he waved a passing hand, "don't get yourselves involve with me or it'll end very badly,"

Before anyone could react, Kanda strode forward and putting all his strength in one blow, punched straight into Allen's face. He was reigning in his impatience of completing this mission, and the sight of his target walking casually away like it was nothing set his blood on fire. Acting on instinct, he released his anger by that one mighty blow. The Black Order was definitely not taken aback by that straight-up attack, actually surprised that Kanda hadn't did just that earlier on. Kanda gave a triumphant smile to that relief of impatience.

"You. Attacked. Me. First." Allen's voice sounded out robotically. Kanda face dropped when he found that Allen hadn't move an inch away, meaning he took all of Kanda's power like a brick wall. Kanda could only blink an eye before he found himself being crushed by Allen's kick from behind. The kick was so powerful in strength that it broke through Sector Seven's once impenetrable armor and Kanda felt like he was being broken into two. The loud sound of being crushed vibrated through the ground as if the ground itself was being hit by the kick. Allen stepped pass the unconscious Kanda, his eyes turn threatening towards the other Black Order soldiers.

"Stay away from me. It's too dangerous for you guys to be with me," he said as if saddened by something else.

The overly sensitive equilibrium was broken and Black Order Squad went into full throttle. With Lenalee on the left, Reever from the right and Krory taking the back, Allen found himself quickly surrounded by three top killers hell bent on ripping him apart. Miranda and Lavi stayed back away from the battle that was taking place. But it was a one-sided battle that Lavi found himself wondering in; Allen was not fighting back. With every kick, punch or attack from the relentless three, Allen dodged all of them gracefully. Like he was reading their minds and movements, Allen's eyes were emotionless as he continues his dance of elegance. Miranda took out her loyal sniper gun and adjusted it, aiming straight at the invading one.

"Aim at his legs. Sector Seven wants him alive," Lavi ordered. Miranda complied and looking through the telescope, she felt the warm familiarity of her gun readying to fire. The gun shot one single bullet, aiming straight to the unsuspecting Allen. Her finger brushed against the recoil of the gun as she could literally see her bullet weaving its way towards its target. This mission is going to end very soon.

Out of nowhere, below Allen's arm came a blade. Carelessly, he threw the shining blade into the bullet's path with lightning speed. The blade cut through the bullet and continued its way into Miranda's unguarded shoulder. The blade still continued through and finally hit a stop into the gym wall behind them. The sniper's loud painful cry attracted everyone's attention. Allen stopped his movements and hung his head almost in shame.

"Looks like I have to go serious on you, since you've ask for it. Please forgive me," Allen said, with all seriousness. A white cloak appeared from thin air and wrapped Allen's body caressingly. The mysterious eye mask connected itself within the left arm's shoulder, like a silver guardian in its master's side. The Black Order could only gaze in shock as Allen left deformed arm turned black and adorned with silver buckling. His five fingers grew into five dangerous-looking claws that were meant to rip apart metal and concrete. What was more amazing was that a giant sword materialized onto his back. This new weapon had its rectangular sharp blade wrapped fully in cloths like a mummy, the charcoaled hilt left untouched. It gave Allen an atmosphere of ancient power that was previously slumbering.

Lavi didn't know what happened after that. Truthfully, he didn't. He couldn't move his body, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't do anything at all. Time seems to have stopped its turning as everything and everyone was unmoving. It was like he was in a dream, but in this dream, he was only able to watch. The only person moving against the natural current of space and time was Allen Walker himself. With movements like soft liquid, Allen now danced a symphony of deadly grace. Slowly moving his way towards Reever, Lavi saw that Allen punched him in his stomach. Reever had not even move a muscle. Allen then moved to Lenalee and gave another similar punch to her shoulders instead. Like Reever, her face was unchanging. Turning back, Allen only flicked Krory on the forehead softly before the young man turned back around and his hands touched the floor below.

As if time regained its momentum by that action alone, the Earth was allowed to move again. Reever, Lenalee and Krory were sent back flying into the air and hitting the three gym walls. Hard. And the battle had finally ended.

Allen walked towards the groaning Miranda without a care in the world. But his journey was interrupted by an enraged Lavi with his wielded hammer in front of Allen's face.

"You!..." Words cannot be expressed by how Lavi was feeling. He was having mixed impressions about this. Together with his hazy mind and a new discovery, Lavi was being pulled apart bit by bit. Allen didn't seem to care about Lavi's current confusion, only gripping the looming hammer and aimed above his chest where the white cloak opened to reveal.

"If you're wielding a weapon, you better be ready to end the life at its edge," Allen said, his voice like ice thrown upon Lavi's heated condition.

Without much effort, Allen threw Lavi's hammer away from him and continued walking away. He stepped around Miranda and took his bloodied blade from the wall. Looking back once more, Allen remained wearing his poker face. With a softer voice, he gave a sympathetic look at the Black Order Squad leader.

"I'd warn you guys to not dig yourselves deeper into this mess, but you don't even know the mess you're in, in the first place … Black Order, there are secrets that should remain as that: Secrets."


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