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Cars zoomed by as the sea of people on the sidewalks of New York City scurried along trying to get to there desired destination. A black-hooded teen with ripped, worn skinny jeans raced by, trying not to knock people over and failing miserably, as gang members chased him.
"Get back here you damned piece of shit!" A grunt yelled as he pushed down a woman in pursuit of the hooligan.
The teenager continued to run then took a sharp left turn into an alley.
"You stupid little fucker! You just cornered yours-"
The same grunt began to mock and then stopped in his tracks as soon as he peered into the empty alleyway. An empty alleyway that was a dead-end, for a wall blocked the way.
"How in the!- guh…"
The grunt began to screech, but was quickly silenced as the rest of the gang members caught up and rammed into him.
Under the pile of sweating pigs the same grunt managed to mutter:
"That shitty white-haired bastard's gonna get killed…", then quickly fell unconscious due to smacking his head onto the filthy pavement.
No one, not even his fellow gang members offered to get him to a hospital. After the gang members got off of the grunt, they left, mumbling curses under their breath towards the teen and the grunt was left to his unconscious lonesome as city goers stepped over the hunk of meat.
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"You really are a piece of work, you know that, boy? You're lucky I was so kind as to save your sorry ass."
Cross raved atop of his innocence, the Grave of Maria, while choking Allen as he carried the poor teen by his hood. Timcampy flew around Allen trying to look for a way to help him. After a few moments of struggling for air, Cross dropped Allen about fifty meters away from the closest roof.
Allen did not flail. He was not even fazed. The boy just fell as if he had lost all hope. But at the last moment, before he could collide into a roof, he spun around and landed effortlessly, his hood found its place over his head, the teen frowned. Timcampy flew around Allen and squished itself into Allen's cheek. A soft, small smile played on Allen's face.
"Ha, I am alright, Timcampy." He spoke with a soft tone towards his little friend.
After reassuring the golem, Allen glared at Cross's back as the drunkard, the bastard began to float away to a whore house. Feeling Allen's malice Cross chuckled, stopped and shouted over his shoulder:
"What? Your used to this, aren't you? Getting chased by debt collectors and gang members, gambling, robbing the poor bastards of their money to pay the (my) big ass debt, trying not to get beat, fighting akuma. Oh and don't forget working your ass off for me, slaving away as I take your money to pay the whores! Ha!" No reaction came from the hooded teen. Cross clicked his tongue in un-amusement.
"Anyway I want to change things up."
Allen's ears twitched at the last statement. He also raised his guard. Not even the gods would know what this horrible Master was going to make him suffer through now.
"You are going to the Black Order." The redheaded devil ordered. A malicious smile smeared his face.
"The Black Order?" Allen's glare sharpened, yet he was somewhat surprised. Drops of curiosity entered his otherwise emotionless voice.
Just the mere mention of that organization gave Allen the chills, for his master was always running away from the Black Order, even though he worked for them as one of their Generals. The Black Order is a large, unpopular organization because of their line of work. Exorcism. This organization is disliked but needed due to the international awareness of Akuma (even with the awareness of Akumas existence, people are still stupid enough to actually agree with the Millennium Earl's ridiculousness) and how these creatures need to be destroyed. Before the 19th century the Black Order was a secret organization that was known by few, and respected by the few who knew. Now, it's known and disliked, but necessary. Allen kept the silence for a few minutes but soon broke it.
"Do you think I am ready to go to the Black Order, Master?" The white-haired teen asked coldly.
"After five years of exorcist training and all of the usual events that you so kindly remind me of, every single time you have the desire to force me to perform one of your desires?"
"Yeah, I do, you shitty brat. That's the whole point to why I am telling you to go in the first place. What are you, stupid?-"
"Oh", The bastard paused dramatically.
"Well you did have to drop out of your first year in high school to move here last month, didn't you." Cross sneered.
"You didn't even enroll into a new school, yet. You have nothing better to do besides paying off debt and keeping yourself hidden." Still no reaction. The cold, delicate breeze filled the silence.
"Anyways, You better get going or I will beat you till you're unconscious." Half of Cross's joyous smile hid behind his Phantom of the Opera mask. Allen knew for a fact that this bastard was not joking.
"I was not going to contradict you orders, Master. I was just simply curious." The cursed boy signed inwardly.
This man is a drunk, gambling bastard that is hung up on women and his ego. Allen thought sullenly.
However, this man also saved me, clothed me, and provided me a place to stay for the past five years. He even taught me how to be an Exorcist. What it takes to be an Exorcist. I hate him. But I am grateful towards this man.
"I will do as you command, Master." Allen stated emotionlessly, then to show that he acknowledged the command the boy slightly bowed his head.
"Good. Give this letter to whoever is in charge. Don't make direct eye contact with anyone that looks like Hitler. And most importantly. Follow the rules." With that the somewhat masked man threw an envelope to Allen who nonchalantly caught it and floated away, leaving Allen and Tim to themselves, on a roof.
"Hey, Tim", Allen began tilting his head towards the golem that rests on his shoulder, returning to his originally gentle self. "Why Hitler?"
The golem gave off the aura that felt like he was saying "How the hell should I know? And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
"Okay. Never mind." Silence fell between the two.
Allen began to reminisce about the good old days that were drenched in, and consists of, his blood, sweat, and tears. The days that Master always reminds him of. The days that Cross did not need to remind him of. A freezing breeze caressed the cursed boy's face severing his thoughts before he can recall a time before Cross.
"Tim, show me the way to the Black Order."
Timcampy began to fly through the polluted city and Allen followed jumping from roof to roof, completely aloof, with his head down and face covered.
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After traveling across several roof tops, Tim stopped and so did Allen.
"Tim? Are we on top of the Black Order building?" The hooded hooligan asked without the tone of a question.
In response Timcampy made its best attempt at nodding and landed on Allen's shoulder. Damn Master the white headed teen cursed, wishing he was either gambling or enrolled in school rather than going into the sketchy Black Order.
"Thank you, Tim." The boy offered a quick smile to his winged friend. Then, Allen looked over the edge of the building to find that this building was not that tall, but it was very wide. The building itself was fortified with metal panels that were dyed black, with the title "Black Order" written in silver across the top of the structure, but other than that the building appeared to be relatively new and…normal.
With that sour thought about this building being "normal" in mind, Allen jumped off the edge of the building, landed safely onto the sidewalk. Almost giving several city goers heart attacks, while others ignored his existence, and strolled into the suspicious building without emotion or hesitation.
*Yay another chapter! I wonder what Allen will find behind the doors of the suspicious Black Order (begins to laugh maniacally) Muahaha! Anyways I hope you guys liked this chapter too! Thanks and please review! X3*