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Warning: Character death. Major OOC Allen (If you can guess what disorder he has, you win forever.) Unbeta yet again.
So...fuck if I know where this came from. I was reading some -Man stories after I got bored looking through all the Sora x Roxas stories in the Kingdom Hearts section. Then this just slapped me in the face, demanding to be written.
Enjoy, flames and constrictive criticism are always welcomed. :D
Summary: Sometimes the nativity of a child can spiral to the unimaginable.
I remember when we first met. Lenalee introduced us at one of the crazy parties going on.
Terrifying, that's what I would call the situation I'm in now. So goddamn terrifying. Laying on the oak floorboards of a once spotless living room. Now covered from red that was draining from my cooling body. My sides gashed vertically from hip to the bottom of my lower ribs; my gasp for air caused my chest to move fast. It made the pain blossom ten fold and made my heart pump faster, and faster.
He gave me a smile. It was so cute with it's childlike innocence. "My name is Allen," he said shyly inching behind Lenalee like a little kid.
I heard a giggle from the other side of the room to my left. Every so slightly, I moved my head to look in at the corner. Allen was sitting there, his legs Indian – style and giving me the biggest smile possible. Enough to show those pearly whites. I asked them why they were so white once, he said the dentist wouldn't give him anymore stickers if didn't start brushing better. He brushes every half hour now.
Allen giggled again, twisting the blood soaked knife in his hands with the point on the floorboards.
We went out a few times after that. A movie (usually meant for children) and amusement parks were his favorite places to go. I remember asking him one time what he wanted to do after he finished high school-though I never recalled him saying the name of the school once. I just assumed. Allen looked at me as if I was crazy and said "Lavi, Allen never want to be an adult! Growing up is boring."
Allen crawled over to me like a graceful cat, the knife firmly placed in a pale fist. I was scared. My instincts screaming at me to move despite the pain. Just to get the fuck up and run. Run far far away, and never come back. I couldn't though, my limbs paralyzed from the amount of blood lost. It's surprising that I can even stay conscious.
"Lavi," Allen said my name in the most sorrowful voice I ever heard. It sounded like a small child begging a parent to give them back their toy. Allen stopped at my side, looking at my face with those gray eyes of his. Those perfect gray eyes that I loved so very much, even now.
He dropped down on his side which caused his head to lay down none to gently on my open wound. The hand with the knife laid under him as Allen looked to the wall behind me.
"You're just like everyone else," He continued on, "Always telling Allen to grow up. Telling Allen things like Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy aren't real! That Allen is too old for toys and needs to grow up." Allen was crying a little now, his face buried in my wound. The pain increased, and I had to bite down on my lips so I wouldn't scream.
"But Allen doesn't want too!" He cried even harder. "Allen never wants to grow up!"
We were sitting in his backyard, playing Hide and Go Seek. It was a little too young for my taste, but I always did like the game so I didn't mind. After Allen had won for a third time in a row I asked him why he always liked playing these type of games. "Allen likes game!" He answered right away.
"If we grow up up, we can't play games anymore! Allen doesn't want that Lavi." Allen shot up now, his hand with out the knife was right by my face as he looked down at me. Allen's white hair was stained with blood, it looked magnificent on him. That color combination. His face was also smeared with blood and tears which fell onto my paling face.
"Allen loves games Lavi! Allen loves them so very much." Allen dragged the knife and stabbed it onto the floor on the other of side my face. "Like, this one. We're playing one now aren't we?"
It dawned on me then, my life was in Allen hands and that it was nothing more than a game to him. I had hoped he would see the agonizing pain that I was in, and have some sort of mercy. Call for help and apologize like he was scolded by his parents.
I was curious and asked Allen want his favorite game was. He beamed at me with a smile and said, "Midnight! It's where the someone lays in on the ground, and a someone else counts to midnight while circling them. The thing is though the person laying down is dead, and when the counter reaches midnight they come back to life and chase the others. Whoever is caught has to be dead with then."
"We're playing Midnight right Lavi! Allen almost reached midnight. Just one more...then you'll come back to life." Allen smiled now, like he got the thing he wanted most in the world. Allen moved back a bit, and raised his arm. The one with the knife in it.
I watched helplessly as he aimed in right where my heart is. He looked back at me and smiled again. Allen brought his hand down and stabbed me. Right before I was consumed by black, I remembered the last thing Allen said, "Remember to come back to life Lavi!"
I pressed my lips in thought. That sounded like a warped game to play.
Bleh, it's been forever since I wrote some sort of gore.