A/N. Hallelujah lied. Set during season one, episode twenty-five.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will, just borrowing the characters.
Liar
I'll never leave you alone.
As a child Hallelujah had scared him; merciless and temperamental, a wicked, evil being that lived inside of him. Hallelujah had laughed when he killed the other children on the ship – for their survival, he had said, wiping the blood from his hands – and Allelujah had begged him to leave, tears in his eyes. Allelujah hated Hallelujah.
"I'll never leave you alone, Allelujah," Hallelujah had said as way of reply.
His words had sounded like a threat. A noose which Allelujah would find himself hung by, it was like waiting on death row, and Hallelujah was the one holding the rope, pulling it tight so he could not escape. Hallelujah was judge, jury and executioner, and Allelujah was guilty.
I'll never leave you alone.
Allelujah had screamed for Hallelujah to go away, to stop killing, stop the bloodshed, to stop pulling the trigger on the gun.
But Hallelujah would only smirk – BANG – "Never." Stubborn defiance and one wild, gold eye glinting in the half-light of the battlefield. Hallelujah was everyone's executioner and Allelujah could only watch, barred from the fight. Hallelujah laughing, and Allelujah's hands never touching the trigger as the blood continued to flow by Hallelujah's hand.
That was the way it had always been. Hallelujah would kill and laugh and Allelujah would plead with him to stop.
I'll never leave you alone.
It was both a threat and a promise. Allelujah would not have to kill because Hallelujah would. Hallelujah would ignore Allelujah's pleas. Hallelujah would see to it that Allelujah was protected and kept alive because Allelujah did not have the heart to kill to save them. Hallelujah could never leave him alone, always laughing, the manic, crazed murderer, hated so that Allelujah should not hate himself.
I'll never leave-
"You lied." Allelujah whispered, his hands shaking staring at his bloodied reflection – the blood on his hands, not Hallelujah's hands, not their hands, his hands – and he felt cold. His mind was empty and he was alone, completely alone inside his own head. There was no laughter, whispered words of darkness and promised threats. He felt small and scared and so, so alone. Once again he was begging Hallelujah with tears in his eyes, but this time he wanted him back, he didn't want to be alone.
"You lied, Hallelujah. You swore you'd never leave me alone."
