Please review! Pleeaase! Oh by the way please read my other fanfic, Through the Eyes of Mask. If you like it, I'll turn it into a seris... m(TT_TT)m... I'm sorry the chapters aren't long, but I do this in the dead of night and I honestly don't where this going...Waaaaaaaaaaah...Here's *sniff* Allen.
Allen- Are you all right? Shit! Are you crying blood...(0.o)...
Allen rushed towards the hideous Akuma. The monster cackled and tried to dodge. However, Allen was quicker and managed to slice off the demon's arm. "Heheheh," chuckled the level four and turned its remaining arm into a giant machine gun. "You're a lively one! Who exactly are you?" it asked as it fired round after round at Allen. Allen dodged and used the cape of the Crown Clown to block the dark matter bullets. He leapt backwards and shouted with as much confidence as he could muster,"I am Allen Walker, the Crown Clown, Exorcist and Noah."
The level four squealed with surprise and dove towards Allen. "Noah or not, you're still an Exorcist. DIE!" Allen smiled and caught the monster in the strips of white fabric trailing from his cape. The level four writhed and twisted out of the Crown Belt just as Allen stabbed right where it had been a fraction of a second before.
Allen and the level four began to start fighting in close combat. He was using the Sword of Exorcism to block the Akuma's super-fast attacks while the demon punched wildly at him with its one fist. They continued on like this, until Allen stumbled over a crater left by one of the Akuma's large bullets. Shit. The level four stole this oppurtunity and aimed its knuckles at Allen's gut. The force of the punch sent him flying through the air and crashing into a tree one hundred feet away.
Allen's body slid down the tree's wide trunk and slumped down at the base. Coughing up blood, he could blurrily see the Level Four gliding towards him. His right leg hurt with a burning, hellish, pain and the world seem to spin as Allen fought to stay concious. Shit. If I pass out, I won't wake up! "Exorcist, what's wrong? Feeling a little tired?" asked the level four, who was only ten feet away. Allen gripped the hilt of his sword and prepared himself. The Akuma was leaning over him with an impish grin on its childish face. "Don't worry. I might kill you qui-" The monster was cut off short as a enormous sword ripped straight through its torso. Allen twisted the blade and the horrible monster was torn in half. A brilliant white light rippled across the destroyed circus ground. Allen could see the mutilated soul turn into a young woman with long red-brown hair and silver eyes. "Thank you Allen Walker," she whispered and brushed his scarred cheek with her pale fingers as she slowly dissolved into light. "Good bye." And then she was gone.
Allen could see a tall figure running across the rubble, shouting something. The image wavered and the sounds of shouting were growing tinny and faint. "Maybe I'll rest for a bit. Just a little," he whispered, blood running down his face. Then he sucumbed to the demonic pain and darkness.
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