Part One
Of Torture, Akuma, and Escaping
Warning: There will be violence, blood/gore, possible rape (though no details, and not for pleasure, cause that's messed up), torture, messed up things, insanity, a crazed psychopath, a worried friend, lots of gay with no pairings (they may come in the last chapter if it's a consolation), one-sided love, love triangles with one-sided love, love octagons with one-sided love, and character death amongst possible other things.
I was on the edge. You're probably wondering, 'On the edge of what, dear child?' Ha! As if you don't know. I was sitting in my room, just waiting for them to call my name so I could have my nightly dose of torture, though it was torture sitting there, alone, lights off, thinking, knowing, that at any moment, one of them could burst in and start, without even a warning. That was the thought that haunted me. It loomed over me like the shadow of what – who – I once was, and nothing, oh, nothing could change the fact that I was on the edge. Or so I thought. But something did change it. Something, or, rather, someone changed it. Tyki. On the night that I was expecting the unexpected, I didn't think of all the possibilities, and that was what pulled me down. He changed the fact that I was on the edge of becoming an Akuma, all with that swift plan. "Now, Allen, as soon as you get the few things that are yours, I want you to run. I want you to run faster than you ever have before, and I want you to get out of here alive. I'm sick of seeing you be treated like you're worthless all because you're different. The same goes for everyone else, but... you... you're, I mean, I--" he cut himself off, though I already knew how that was going to end.
"I love you." What a great thing to say. Or, should I say what a great lie? People don't understand the meaning of love anymore. Sure, there's a few people who do know what it is, and they possibly even have it themselves, but there's also the people that use love for their own good. Some people – forgive me if I'm wrong – use love solely to get what they want. Being in love is special. From when you get butterflies in your stomach at the early stages, to when you smile just from hearing their voice, to when you want to spend all your time with them, and you feel as if your only purpose is to make them happy. But, if all that's true, maybe he really does love me. Maybe he wants to have only my happiness, with him as the cause. Why else would he defy his own family? I wouldn't know – I don't have a family anymore – but isn't that the point of having one that you have someone who loves you unconditionally? Then again, could it also be because everybody wants someone to talk to, meaning that Tyki's already in my family; I can tell him how I feel, and he never tells anyone, otherwise I'd be dead by now.
I pulled Timcanpy off the bed and smiled weakly at him. "Tim, you'll be able to live again as soon as we get out of here. You'll be fine once you're away from all these transmissions that caused you to crash..." Trailing off into thought, I continued trying to speak – though the only thing that could be heard was noises that sounded somewhat like speech, but was more like the noise that could be heard out of the garbage disposal that sits in the kitchen sink. After these thoughts somewhat cleared, I started running. The wind flying through my hair, whipping at my face. I felt unstoppable, but I also felt as if when the wind blew again, I would blow away with it like a dead leaf in Autumn. So confused, yet there was also fear. What if this was a scheme? I, who for some reason, trusted Tyki, tried to run away, only to get caught and be punished in the cruelest of ways. No, Tyki wouldn't do that to me, right? He, while he does have his faults, would never want to hurt me, correct? He would rather be punished, shunned by his family, anything. He didn't want to lose me.
Looking back, though I know he probably did not want me to, I frowned lightly. Thinking about it, he was the only reason I had not simply asked them for death. He was the only reason that I found at least some joy while I was at that god-forsaken place. It seemed unfair to him, actually, because though he wanted me to be safe, and happy, he wanted to stay by my side. I had to go back there some day. That was the thing that was imprinted into my brain. Something was there. Some thought that I couldn't quite decipher; the thought that was eating away at me. I knew, oh, how I knew all too very well that I wasn't going to be as okay as he had hoped. He didn't realize that sometimes I lied. I hid this insane feeling in me, and I realized it was for him that I was hiding this feeling. It was for him that I wanted to stay alive. When I came out of the Noah's room with fresh bruises and felt like a broken plaything, it was for him that I was trying to smile, and stay happy.
DAN. LOOK, IT'S FINALLY HERE. :DDD Aren't you proud of me? Or... something? Thanks to Mary-J for reading this and telling me that it was enough for one chapter (otherwise this would have never come - I didn't know how to finish it) and also helping me fix the mistakes that we saw. Uh, so... enjoy. Now, I will be off to write more.