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Chapter Thirteen - Rage
It's difficult to tell the passage of time from my sanctuary in the Ark so I'm not sure how many days have passed since I attacked those that I once called comrade. But staying in the secret room is making me fear for the small amount of sanity that I have left to me so I decide to go out. I don't really have a purpose for the trip other than to salvage the last vestiges of my broken mind.
Reaching out I idly tap the piano key that opens the door to the secret room. Timcanpy leaves his perch on the piano, coming to hover at my side. I offer my companion a smile; he's the only friend left to me and his presence brings a small measure of comfort.
Comfort that I don't deserve but seek out none the less.
As I step from the Ark my cursed eye instantly activates, alerting me to the presence of an Akuma. And… there's also this strange feeling that let's me know that the curse that Mana gave me would no longer be necessary to point out the Akuma from the humans. It's as though some inner part of me just KNOWS.
The Noah part…
"It's a useful little trick… but not one that you particularly need my dear boy. You have something better, thanks to Mana."
A low growl deep in my throat is the only indication I give that I even heard his words. I'm finding it easier to ignore the Fourteenth with each hour that passes; which only serves to signify that the two of us are growing ever closer to becoming the same entity. His words are still there but they do not affect me the same way that they once did.
But of course this isn't something that I want to think about so I focus my attention on the Akuma once more. It's staring at me as though unable to believe what's right in front of it.
"Pitiful Akuma, let your soul be saved!"
The Akuma doesn't even attempt to flee as I slashed at it with Edge End. Part of me knows that it's due to the Noah influence however I choose to ignore it. Because in the end it's better for the Akuma to not fight back.
"My but you have certainly turned into a nuisance."
My gaze automatically shifts toward the source of the voice and my gaze focuses on none other than the Millennium Earl himself. Using that enchanted umbrella the Earl comes to rest a few yards from the spot where I'm standing. The look on his constantly smiling face is one of carefully concealed anger and I feel my own rage building as my gaze continues to be focused on this man that I have fought against on more than one occasion.
"I would apologize… but I simply cannot bring myself to care at this point."
The fake smile from this man bent on the destruction of mankind is infuriating. I find myself once again envisioning my hands coated in blood, this time the blood of the man that I truly want to kill above all others.
The blood of the man who started my life on this downhill spiral. Of course there is a part of me that cannot deny that this is at least partially my own fault. I'm the one who foolishly tried to bring Mana back, with the Earl's 'help' of course. So I cannot place the blame solely on him but that doesn't diminish my desire to kill him.
The desire is there, burning white hot and impossible to ignore. Not that I even make the effort to ignore it; I've given in to the killer instinct at this point. Have succumbed to the darkness of my soul.
"Road was correct… the hatred is shining bright in your eyes Allen Walker."
"You've no idea." The hatred that they see shining in my eyes pales in comparison to the hatred that is consuming my heart. To the ice that has almost completely consumed my soul. I quickly shake my head, not willing to dwell on that at this moment in time.
The only thing that I want to think about is the blood of that bastard coating my hands. I want this to finally be over so that I can rest. That's all that my overburdened soul wants at this point.
To rest.
With this thought in mind I grasp the wrist of my left hand and, with one fluid movement, transform my right arm into the Sword of Exorcism. Leaping forward I swing the sword at the Earl, seeking to end this fight before it even has a chance to fully get started.
"Impressive…" There's a patronizing tone in his voice that only causes the rage inside to build. "But I cannot allow you to get away with what you've done to my family. You will have to be punished for Lulubell's death."
The old me would have been sickened to learn of the fact that I caused the death of another soul, even a member of the Clan of Noah. But in this moment, hearing those words from his lips, all I feel is elation. A thrill courses through me that I cannot explain but I find that I like the feeling.
"And soon you will grow to enjoy killing…"
I try to ignore the echoing of his voice in my head, repeating words spoken to me not long ago. Words that at the time I had denied but can deny no more.
But it doesn't matter at the moment. All that matters is watching the Earl fall to my sword. That is the sole thought that occupies my mind as I once again swing my sword, attempting to bring about the downfall of the Earl.
"This isn't going to be easy…"
"Shut up…" I snarl these words, seeking to put an end to the interference from the Fourteenth. I don't want to hear what he has to say but of course the truth is that I don't really have a choice in the matter. If he speaks I have to listen, whether or not I want to. Because although I can ignore the voice I cannot make it go away.
No matter how much I might want to.
And I definitely want to.
"Accept my help Allen… together you and I can bring an end to his pitiful existence."
A/N - Here's another chapter, hope that you enjoyed. The fight scene between Allen and the Earl shall take place in the next chapter. Please be kind enough to leave a review and tell me what you thought.