Hey everyone! I decided to keep on writing more for this story! I have to say thanks to TheSequeltoLife for adding me to their Author Alerts, as well as adding my story to their favorites and giving me my first review! Arigatou! you made my day! Anyways, please enjoy the story, and drop a review! Arigatou!
Suki Miko
Disclaimer: I do not own -Man, no matter how much I want it to be true! But, if I did, we would have more chapters and Central would be destroyed!
Now, ONWARDS! Innocence Activate!
Running.
That was that he seemed to be doing these days.
Running.
From what he does not know.
Running from a cruel fate. Running from a cruel future.
Just running from the past, future and fate that seem to follow his every move.
He was currently running down a lone, dark alley. From what, he does not know. From whom, he does not know. All he knows is that if he is caught, that's the end of the line. No more running. No more thinking. No more future, however cruel it may be. No more chances. No more opportunity. No more Allen.
Just "Fourteenth."
He lives off the land, or so they say. He makes enough money, move around the world enough, so that he may not be noticed. He becomes a nobody once again, or so he hopes.
He is still 'Allen,' for the time being. He still has his signature white hair. His blood red scar that says too much, all by itself. His left arm, which identifies him. His silver eyes that are ever so slowly, turning molten gold. A gold that represents all that he stands against, or does it? He does not know.
He walks an endless path. This path, which is filled with betrayal, loneliness, sadness, guilt, wanting, and most of all denial, shows his heart.
Denial in what he is slowly becoming. Denial in what is to come. Denial in himself. Denial in what he stands for. Denial of this precious people. Denial in Mana. The man that raised him, loved him, and showed him kindness. Mana.
Was he really only there for him all that time. Did he really care for him? Did he really love him? Or, was he only there for the 'Fourteenth?" His brother. His true flesh and blood. Neah.
This lead to the questions about Master Cross. Did he really only take him in as his pupil, because he knew that he was the 'Fourteenth." Did he really only care for the Noah, or did he really care for Allen? The boy who lost everything, for the second time in his life. Did he have a heart?
He kept on running. Walking forward, on his own two feet.
Never staying. Just straying.
He had broken his motto.
He who cherishes it, no, lives by it, has broken it. The motto that kept him sane. The motto that kept him walking. The motto that kept him going.
This bleak world, filled with sadness, is Allen's haven. His mind. His soul. The only place that he can relate to. The place where he seems to belong.
His mind races through scenarios. Should he keep on running? Should he keep on running? Should he fight back? Should he take their lives? Should he surrender? Should he condemn himself to a life as a Noah? Should he give up?
These questions seem to bombard his mind. His soul, conflicted!
His body is slowly getting slower. It is only a matter of time before he collapses, and darkness overtakes his mind. Obliviation waits, but it came too soon. A swift hit to the neck slowly, but surely marks his descent.
He falls, expecting for the hard ground to meet his body. His tortured soul, but it never came. Strong arms envelop his body before he meets the unforgiving earth. He stares at the person who caught him, with mix of gratitude and guilt. All he sees, before sweet darkness overtakes him is...
Cliffy! Hope I didn't make anyone too mad. I sort of thought this was a good spot to end. Suspense. Its what I love in stories. Anywho, stay tuned for the next chapter! Leave a review if you can! Arigatou!
Suki Miko