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Eyes opened to see a rotting house around him. The smell of mildew and humidity flooded his sinus. At first Segador didn't know what was wrong, and then memories flossed into his mind. Still with his back against the rotting wall, he howled in pain.
"¡Mierda! Fuck!" He shouted standing up and punching a wooden wall. Breaking the two-inch thick wood, splinters flew everywhere, however bone plates blocked them.
"Oh why the long howl?" A voice mused. Segador turned in anger as he saw the dark form of Jobab. Leaping at the figure, Segador curled his fingers around his back and began squeezing.
"You! It all started with you pieza de mierda! I'll drag you to hell!" Segador shouted, each word making his grip tighten. Tears streamed from his eyes as every single fiber of his body only held one emotion. Hate. Hate aimed towards one person.
"Sh sh sh." Jobab hissed out, his kind of laughter. "I didn't do anything but maybe alter both of your precept ions just a bit. Both you and you're little bambina."
"What. The. Hell. Do. You. Mean?" Segador hissed menacingly. Jobab's masked face just stayed silent as he reached and place a single black gloves hand on Segador's forehead and covering his eyes. Washing him in an inky darkness.
Once his vision returned, Segador saw he was back at the party. It was during when Allen, Kanda, Lavi, Damon, and himself were all in the drinking contest. However this time though he saw the world trough Jobab's eyes. Where it seemed the regular people of the party all had gruesome and sinful faces. Each of them looking like a demon out of hellish nightmare.
"In my eyes, those who are rich, strong, and are prosecutor are true demons. A man like that helped me reach that vision." Jobab hissed in Segador's ear. "And this just reinforces my evidence. Look out at how man's sin destroys all it touches." Jobab then pointed a hand towards a cloaked man wearing dark clothes. A crow mask over his face as he poured white powder in a rum bottle before switching it with another that was on a waiter's tray. Once the waiter left, carrying the tray with the spiked bottle, the man quickly waded through the crows to approach another man. This man wore a Rat mask and had blonde hair. A pair of Oprah spectacles placed over his eyes as pertained to watch Segador drink the rum bottle whole.
"Greed. Wroth." Jobab whispered, a black fire ring circling the Rat mask's head
"Such a shame." The man mused emotionlessly. "He could've been a great asset to the Order's struggle. But he's too uncontrollable. Too much emotion and intimacy with others. A loose cannon that needs to be taken down before he turns on us."
"Yes... Inspector Levlier." The disguised Crow agent said before leaving through an opened window. The everything went black leaving only Segador and Jobab left to talk.
"Drugs are such a disgusting inhuman thing." Jobab said with disgust evident in his tone. "You take away the perception of the world and what? You get a few minutes of bliss as an animal takes over?"
"..." Segador didn't speak. He just stared at his hands. Cruel disgusting things thats been used for many unholy deeds. Some of his own volition. Others on the orders and influence of the outside.
"This... Was... All..." Segador whispered another word after all to quiet to hear. Jobab nodded. Immediately Segador slumped down against the wall. Insane laughter spilling out of his mouth, while Jobab might have the whispering voice which sent him over the edge, but Segador knew there was something wrong with him. A dark force in the back of his mind, slowly moving towards sanity's cliff. Soon the stark raving mad laughter turned to pain rack sobs of grief and pain. Pain that even Jobab could say he knew to some extent.
"Kid's as stable as cracked glass during an Earthquake." Shadow commented appearing next to Jobab. The other half of Enoch looked at him strangely. This innocence so intent on killing him the days before, had somehow accepted faster than his own other half.
Strange, but welcomed. Jobab thought. Snapping his fingers, he created a cigarette before putting it into his mouth. He gestured one to Shadow, who gave him a blank look. He just nodded before putting it into his mask's smile and lighting it.
"And is that a scenario you know?" Jobab mused looking at the dark figure. A pure white smile was his answer. Sobs now turned into a rage filled bellow as Segador punched the rooting wood wall he laid against, his fist smashing through the toting wood and causing his arm to be cut by jagged wood tips. However soon the blood stopped by a bone plate pushing its way up through the skin. Segador just pulled his arm out and slumped in cold defeat.
Sighing dejectedly he just looked at his ripped and torn Order jacket before tossing it aside.
"It's going to get cold." Jobab offered. "Don't you think it would be smarter to stay warm?"
"You. Shut the fuck up." Segador growled pointing at the floating figure of a dapper dressed man. At first the Noah was confused before he read his host's emotions and nodded solemnly before disappearing back into his consciousness. Grumbling to himself Segador pulled the silver buttons and linings of his coat before pulling out a matchbox from his pants pocket. Lighting it he stared at while a single thought enters his mind.
There is no turning back now. He said to himself as he stared at the yellow orange flames.
You already crossed the line. Haha! A dark voice in his head laughed. Throwing the match at coat angrily he saw the fabric of the coat made the flame burn a sickly green. As he watched the fabric curl in the flames Segador went and pulled off a section of rotting wall and threw it on the fire. The green flame grew as Segador just stared at it. Maybe it was his hunger, his madness, or the shock and trauma of recent events but he began to see images play in his mind. He saw two people, a man with markings on his face and a woman holding a bundle in a cloth. Them she moved the cloth to reveal a smiling baby. Mother and Father smiled at the child as the baby reached his hands towards them. Then a large man and a tall skinny man show up, making the mother and father run with the baby. Eventually they hid their child just as they turned around and fought the large and skinny man. The skinny man killed the mother while the father killed the skinny man in rage. Then it was just the father holding his wife in his arms. Then the father stared right at Segador and a large axe burst through the flames and flew towards him.
Eyes flying open and chest rapidly rising and falling he saw he was still in the rotting house, the fire died down long ago. Standing up he finally noticed what he looked like. Soot coated his entire face and chest, large cuts and slashes decorated his chest as well as bone peeking out through flesh. A broken shard of glass was near him, picking it up he saw that his face was missing the bandages he kept on and his long white hair was gained black from dirt, soot, and dried blood. His skin a light smoky gray with two bloody stigmata etched on the human part of his head.
"I am a monster." He whispered to himself sullenly before walking out of the ruined house. As soon as he walked out of the broken door he was met with lush green fauna, unspoiled land, and two graves.
"Venator Animus... Friend, brother, idiot who got himself killed... Cura Animus... Sister in law, Badass lady, went down fighting..." Segador read from the graves' stone tombstones. While the stones looked like any other rocks cut in half, the messages looked like it was carved with a chisel. The letters being sharp and uneven. But in between the two graves was a handle, wedged in a crevice of a large black boulder. Suddenly Segador felt the sudden urge to grab the handle. His body working on its own, his left arm was out stretched as his legs took him towards the white porcelain handle. His armored hand grabbing it he nearly screamed in pain as white hot heat burned him. Recoiling in pain he brought his hand back and hissed. The handle still stood strong and tall.
"Take it." Shadow whispered in his ear. Right arm now outstretched his fingers curled around he handle. The pain flared out but Segador just grounded his teeth and pulled on the handle even harder. Cracks began to appear in the rock as Segador's arm continued to pull out the handle. Soon his other hand wrapped around the handle as he tried to yank it out. Then as the rock was about to break a thought entered Segador's mind.
"Hell's Damnation." He whispered before he pulled out the axe and a large white light erupted from it. Blinding him.
The Order was in a state of insanity. Some angry, some sad, some indifferent, and one waiting for a chance to strike.
"We should hunt that bastard down dammit!" A new finder said in the middle of the lunchroom. Many of the others near him cheered as well. They knew of the events that transpired at the Order a few days ago and learned of its outcome. While they were new they didn't know much about who was involved they just new the Order had a traitor on the run.
However the finder's rowdiness was cut off as a fire was lit on his coat, causing him to scream and run arums trying to smother it out. The others finders all looked aghast before turning and seeing a rather angry Exorcists with dark hair, tanned skin, and a tattooed arm holding fire at them. His face reading pure murder. Soon the hype the finder started up was stopped as the Exorcists went over to where two golems were busy trying to coax a third out of her depressing stupor.
Damon just sighed as he ate his food dejectedly. Eventually two other forms sat next to him. One with bright red hair and one with old eyes and a single ponytail.
"You do realize that setting him on fire was a bit extreme."
Bookman said while eating his bamboo centers. Damon just scowled.
"They were mouthing off Seg." Damon mumbled from his noodles. Lavi gave him a knowing stare as he saw the finder jump into a water bin curtsey of the many other times Damon has set people on fire.
"You have to stop them setting them on fire though Dam." Lavi said although it was a little half heartedly. Damon just grumbled an inaudible response as he slurped up his noodles. "By the way where's Allen?"
"He ate a while ago, and decided to help Link with paper work." Lavi sighed before the sound of large being opened were turned to see a soaking wet Kanda stride in, ignoring everyone around him. Going up to Jerri he asked for his usual sobs before walking to eat next to Lavi, Bookman, and Damon. He sour expression progressed throughout the entire time he was eating.
"So how was Spa-" Lavi ventured, but was cut off by Kanda's glare. Said exorcist just put down his chopsticks before getting up.
"He's not in Spain." Kanda answered shortly before walking out. Bookman sighed before pulling out a paper foldable map. Opening it up, it was seen that the countries Denmark, England, Scotland, and as glad were crossed out. Now so was Spain.
Elsewhere a white haired young man in a dress shirt and vest was washing his face. The smiling face of the fourteenth staring at him. Allen began to scowl at him. The fourteenth's grin grew even larger.
"Are you always going to stand there a smile like that?" He questioned aggressively. The smile grew again. Allen just dried his hands and face before walking back outside. Coincidentally knocking into Lenalee.
"My bad Lenalee." Allen apologized as he helped get her balance.
"Oh. It's fine Allen-kun." Lenalee said a little dazed as she tried to get her balance. "Accidents happen."
"Uh Lenalee are you alright?" Allen asked cautiously as he saw she had yet to regain her balance. She nodded before taking a step and nearly falling. Acting fast Allen caught her before her head hit the floor. Acting quick he quickly hushed to her the one place he actually remembers the directions to. His room. Rushing her to the oak door he opened it up and deposited her on his bed. Putting a hand on her forehead he saw that she was burning up slightly.
"Lenalee have you been taking care of Haku all through out the days?" Allen questioned seeing Lenalee eyes open slightly.
"N-n... Yes." She replied guiltily. Allen sighed a little sadly. 'Dammit where are you Seg!' He questioned before pushing Lenalee softly down when she tried to get up.
"What are you doing?" She questioned tiredly. Allen's hands pressed lightly on her shoulders as he pulled the beds sheets around her.
"You need sleep Lenalee." Allen said gently before deciding in another tactic. "You can't help Haku if you're falling over your feet exhausted." Lenalee's eyes began to widen in fear before lazily falling back into a very tied look. Smiling to himself as Lenalee's yes finally closed, he pulled the sheets around her as he walked out of his room. Turning off the lights he soon found himself in front of the infirmary. Opening the doors he heard the camisole beeping of machines, and the sight of a white haired girl hooked up to a bunch of machines.
Walking over to her prone form, Allen sighed as he saw the almost imperceptible rise and fall of her chest. Eyes closed and shut like a steel trap. IV tubes pressed into her wrists and morphine flowing into them. Sighing sadly he the. Walked over to the chair next to her and sat in it. Lenalee could you use a lot more than a couple hours. He thought before pulling a small book out of his pocket. Seg, I hope wherever you are you're getting better.
"Ahh! Get out of my head! Out! Out! Out!"
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