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Omake (?) 1: Taking A Life


AN: Heh. Bet y'all didn't expect an update this quick, huh? That is almost what she said. God damnit.

This chapter involves quite a bit of Adam, and a bit about his past and such. Not too much, but some.

Also, for those wanting the mega-chapter involving JUST Adam and Baron talking...sorry, not yet. Simply put, it took me a month to write the last megachapter, and that was me writing legit story. Think about how long it'd take to write a mega chapter of retardation. So...yeah. It'll take a while. :( Sowwy.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter, vote on my poll, yada yada yada.

Now, enjoy~~.


First Year Of Training With General George Fitzpatrick, Month Two, Week Two, Unimportant Village Number 3 (Or is it?)

"Kill him." A man with a face blanketed in darkness ordered. "Or else he'll Broker souls to the Earl, therefore killing again. That is the problem we Exorcist's face daily; the choice between who lives and who dies is limited yes, yet still a part of our existence. We are destroyers, of Akuma, of places, of our enemies, even of humans if the time calls for it. We destroy in service of Humanity, nothing more, nothing less." He lectured.

I stood over said broker, whom was prone, with a blade at his throat. He was, to put it simply, unseeable. Concealed hair, with indiscernible height, and an enshrouded face…yet he was a Broker; making his mind his only non-hidden feature.

A Broker; a human so low as to actually help along Humanity's destruction for the sake of money. A person so low as to sell out their fellow humans. But a human so low that they don't deserve to live?

The Broker pleaded for his life; his own soul from a pseudo-Earl (me), ironically enough, using the money he had gained from the real Earl, even more ironically. Thinking back on it now, I want so desperately to laugh at the sheer hilarity of it, alongside the scene's preposterous nature. Yet, yet…I cannot laugh. Back then, my sense of humour was still somewhat normal.

That is to say, I would not laugh at the girl I had been mildly crushing being ended by an Akuma, which then tried to kill us. Its components were scattered all over; given the explosion that followed its demise.

"Money! Women! Anything, I'll give it to you! Just please don't kill me!" He pleaded, rivers of tears steadily flowing. So…pathetic. Just…disgraceful. Disgusting.

Undeserving of life compared to that innocence girl, who just turned nine. The girl who had lost her 'niisan', and was willing to do anything to bring him back, who deserved to at least smile once before she died. The one who spent her time suffering in front of her family's graves, (her father and mother had died quite a while ago, making it just her and her older brother alive) for far longer than a human should be suffering for.

It was…evil, to kill her. There was no excuse. Just…evil. Abysmal. Diabolical.

The one time I saw her smile, when we first entered and the Akuma was just about to kill her, one filled with content happiness, reverberated throughout my mind. I was too shocked and George had entered a few seconds too late; leading to a set of circumstances where the Akuma had enough time to kill her, but not to wear her body as its own.

This scum did not deserve to live, for making a nine-year old girl smile like that; like a resigned, regretful convict on death row glad to at least be at peace.

Now, I was the one crying. "It's not fair! IT'S…IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!" I screeched, my grief causing me to wobble at the knees slightly. The blade clanked mildly as I shivered with a mixture of sorrow and anger. "Why'd he have to kill her!? Why couldn't he just have chosen someone who deserved it!? Why'd her Older Brother have to die?! Why'd he have to be greedy!? Why…why do humans have to be so…flawed?" I finished meekly. A hand clasped my shoulder, only it was not George's.

It was a Noah-fied me, which is me with stigmata lining my forehead, ash-gray skin and an aura of evil.

"DO IT! KILL HIM!" He ordered in an Akuma-esq voice, sounding somewhat like Sméagol only a tad more 'EVIIIIIIIIL!'. (AN: Only a select few will understand that reference. :P If you get it, I r proud of you.)

"No." On my other shoulder, another hand was. The owner…Allen?! "Spare him. All humans deserve a second chance. You of all people should understand that." His voice…it was exactly as I remembered it to be. Innocent. Nice. Pure. Not, evil.

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! LISTEN TO ME! KILL HIM, SAVE A THOUSAND! SUCH IS THE ORDER OF THINGS!" My Noah doppelganger commanded, shouting despite the mere inches away from it and me.

"Spare his life; he might do something good. Let him reform his ways. Let him have a second chance at being a human being." The talking on both sides of myself was starting to get to me, and I felt my body lower itself slightly.

"KILL HIM! BATHE IN HIS BLOOD!" Lower, I went.

"Spare him. Let him try again." Even further down, almost kneeling, I went.

"KILL HIM!" Lower.

"Spare him." Lower.

"HILL!" Lower.

"SPARE!" Even lower.

"KILL!" And then, I hit rock bottom. I sat on my legs, head then hunching over further and further as the bickering continued.

"SPARE!"

"KILL!"

"SPARE!"

"STOP IT!" I interrupted the apparent shouting contest. Both turned to me, eyes boring holes not just into me, but my soul. My entire being.

"I'll…I'll…" Spare him? Kill him?

If I spare him, who's to say that he won't do it again? Choose to abuse the grief of another person who so desperately deserves to live? Who's to say he won't make an Akuma that'll eventually kill someone else I care for? Like George, although that I wouldn't admit it at the time.

If I kill him, who's to say that he wouldn't have redeemed himself? I of all people know that no matter who the person is, they can redeem themselves, or at least try to. I was the latter, case you couldn't tell. Who's to say that if he lived, he wouldn't go out and do good, humanitarian things? Who's to say that he wouldn't help someone who deserves to live through a dark time, this time in a good way? Who's to say that he can't be redeemed?

A war of morals and logic raged in my heart and mind respectively.

Kill him, and potentially save a thousand…or save him, and potentially let him be redeemed?

…Kill?

…No…

…Save?

…Maybe…

…Kill?

…Maybe…

…Save?

…No…

…What do I do…

…"Alright, you can go. But I swear this; if you hurt anyone ever again, in any way, I will kill you. Got it?" Did I say that, or do I want to?...

…No, now I remember…

…That's what I did say, so long ago…

…I chose to spare him…

…My second biggest regret, that became…

…Soon after, when all was said and done…I buried the girl, whose name I realised I never knew…it was the least she deserved…

…Then…

…A week later, before we were ordered to depart on another mission, I decided to visit her grave…and found it empty…

…The sick freak turned out to be far more psychopathic than I'd ever thought, as he had taken her cold, dead body with them when he skipped town, to continue his 'work'…or so the note he left for me said…

…He even thanked me for letting him realise the mistakes he was making, and was now confident he could get away with what he did…

…By chance, fate or maybe even a rare moment of compassion by God, I met him again four years later on the date of Angela's (I had dubbed her that. What, I was eight; she seemed that pretty to me. – Adam) death…

"Oh, hi there. Didn't realise you were in town."…My mission entailed the escorting of a Sentinel Family member, by the name of 'Niccolo'…I had completed it yet successfully, but at the cost of another Exorcist by the name of Jack, whom utilised a Crossbow…he couldn't use it anymore, even if he was alive, and it was still intact, if you catch my drift…I discovered him purely by chance, walking into one of the building's on Wall street and noticing him amongst the crowd…when the mission was done, I came back, and searched until I found him…

"What the? Y-you! Why are you-!"…I decided that a public area was the best way to humiliate the man, before killing him…precisely why I didn't lead him some place quieter…

"What, is that how you act toward the kid who 'helped' you become better at your 'job?"…The lack of threatening tone just made me all the more menacing…

…At that moment I thanked God for this opportunity to right a wrong I had committed…just this once…

"P-Please! Don't kill me! I only took her body as insurance!"…So cold, so calculating…soon enough, his body would become the former…

"Insurance, eh? No offence but, shouldn't insurance, I don't know, insure you, and not only increase your chances of death?"

"I-I took it so that I could give it back to you, in exchange for my life! Which by the way, is an offer I am currently proposing."…He had become so smug, that I wanted to just shoot him then and there…but, it would be a mistake to do so, as then I wouldn't know her location…

"My, look who gained a backbone. What makes you think you have any power here you little bitch!"…I fired a round, directly into his leg…people panicked and ran for cover, some immediately calling the police, believing a public threat was on the loose…a threat; yes, but to the public; no…not yet anyway…

"AH! MY LEG!"…Once again, he was completely pathetic…

"Shut it. The wound already cauterized itself, such is the nature of my fire Innocence. You have nothing to complain about. However, attempt anything, even breathing without my permission, and the next bullet cauterizes your late head's soon to have wound."…I didn't say it outloud yet…I wanted more of his suffering…hence why I shot again, in his other leg…

"AH! MY LEG!"

"The originality is not strong is this one, it seems. Anyway, if you don't want me to start systematically eliminating your limbs, you're going to-"

"Ha…haha…"…His laughter…my god, his laughter…even it reeked of evil…not unlike mine in the years to come after this event…

"Hahahaha! You actually think you can torture the Girl's location out of me? That is so cu~~~te."…I hurt him; bad, with a 44. Round in his shoulder…he flinched, and gave no other reaction…

"I will kill you. Do not think otherwise."…He just laughed; he just rasped out that god damn laugh…I was starting to link that laugh with evil incarnate at the time…

"You don't have the nerve to. Even now, you're still soft, kiddo. Too soft for this wor-"…And then I shot him, right between the legs, blowing his bastard of a male appendage off…I mentally savoured that look of shock and agony he expressed…

"Try me."…Two words, steadily spoken with enough steel to forge a thousand weapons…

…He was whimpering softly, yet otherwise silent, when…

"This is the police!"…They just had to god damn show up now…"Drop your weapons and put your hands up!"…They were all outside, more than likely too afraid to come indoors where a loaded firearm was…cowards, the lot of them…

"Ah, what a shame. It looks like you can't kill me today. The police will storm in if another gunshot is heard, fearing the worst, and most likely kill you. You're still mortal after all; a few hundred bullets are bound to hit you at least once in the softer parts of your body. Your eyes, for instance. Or your throat. So, if you don't want to die, I'd suggest you leave."…His tone made shooting him seem worthy of the consequences by the second…

"Not until I know where she's buried."…He just laughed…

"And I'm not going to tell you."…That smirk was the most putrid, smug smirk in all of existence…

"Fine then. If that's how it's going to be."…My weapon reformed into a blade; the Millennium Earl's in fact…he stared in shock at it…

"That…blade…"…His reverence was secondly only to his fear…

"You could have avoided the following by telling me."…With one hand, and a strong jerk, the blade powered through his left leg; severing it from the mid-thigh down…

…He screamed in unprecedented agony…

"Now, unless you want me to start systematically cutting off your limbs, you will tell me where she IS!"…His stubbornness went past admirable long ago…

"No."…Another limb, another shriek of unholy agony…

"Keep in mind you don't need any limbs to talk."…The threat worked, but only in part…

"I…I won't tell you! You'll just kill me anyway!"…True…I said as much then…

"…but, what you're forgetting is that I can kill you far quicker than the shock your body is going into will."…In the end, I held a quick death as my only bargaining chip…

…He was silent…

"POLICE! DROP THE…sword? AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!"…They charged in like an organised tsunami through the front doors…some recoiled from shock at the sight of me; an almost thirteen year old boy wielding a bloodied, massive blade, standing before a man missing his legs…they didn't need to be detectives to guess what happened…

"Tell me, or I remove your arm."…No response…

"PUT DOWN THE SWORD, SIR! AND THEN PUT YOUR HANDS SLOWLY BEHIND YOUR HEAD!"…The police only grew more agitated as time passed…soon enough, they'd do something rash…

…I followed up on my promise, making sure to do it extra slowly since I had an audience…

…He shrieks evidently unnerved some of them, one to the where he removed his Swat helmet and threw up…

…I stood, impassive…

…He made the noise you'd expect from a limbless torture victim; of hopelessness and pain…

"No…no! I…I can't die here…now! I'll tell you, just stop…"…He broke the second I began the severing of his fourth limb…the police had ordered me to stop or else they'd open fire…I paid them no heed, fore I was not done…

"Where?"…The police's last warning was given before they'd open fire…

…He smiled evilly…"IN HELL!"

"What?"…I didn't like the sound of both what he said and the police switching their safeties off….

"I CUT HER UP INTO LITTLE PIECES, AND THEN I FED HER MUTILATED BODY TO MY DOG! YEP, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR NOTHING! HER BODY IS ALREADY PARTWAY THROUGH MY DOG'S DIGESTIVE TRACK, SO NOW HER BODY IS EXACTLY AS IT SHOULD BE; A LITERAL PIECE OF SHIT! YOU HEAR THAT!? SHE'S NOTHING MORE THAN DOG SHIT NOW! SHE'S EVEN MORE OF A WASTE OF SPACE THAN SHE WAS BEFOR-!"…I interrupted him; violently…

…His head, and all parts within it, became splattered on the cold, unforgiving floor after I decapitated him with a 44 round… (Ah, yes, the 44. What I used as my weapon of choice back before I constructed my signature handgun capable of firing 50 cal rounds. – Adam)

…The police opened fire, but I wasn't there when the bullets hit…using my powers as the Monster of the Black Order, I escaped…

…But not before I stole his wallet, and checked the insides for cash and credits card I could waste on various things…I looked through the leather money holder atop a skyscraper many blocks away…

…Inside I found something that shocked me…that broke my resolve to eliminate the psychopath even…

…A photo, defiled heavily by time, detailing the man I shot with his arms around a beautiful southern bell of a woman, a baby in her arms…

…The back of the photo read:

'GOD TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME ON XX/XX/2001, AND NOW I'LL RETURN THE FAVOR:

FIRST MEETING WITH EARL AT 7PM TONIGHT.

TODAY, THE DAY I WRITE THIS, I TAKE MY REVENGE ON GOD.'

…I carefully re-placed the photo inside the wallet, and stared intently at the leather item…

…I killed a man driven mad with grief, who had lost everything…

…He was my first kill, too…I had promised myself that if I killed anyone, first it would be that man…

…I heaved, straight off the building, at the ground an eternity below…

…I had played God, deciding who lived and who died, with a human being who whilst evil, was nothing more than a grieving family man….

…Tears followed my stomach contents, head still leaning over the edge…

…What was the mistake I made, now? Was it right to eventually kill him, and wrong to spare him at first, or wrong to kill him, but right to initially spare him?…A question I still don't have an answer to, even now…

…All I knew for sure is that I had taken a life that night, and it was my biggest moral struggle until the day I murdered an entire village…

…What was my second greatest mistake? Sparing him, or killing him?…

…What right did I have to decide his fate, to judge and therefore sentence him to death?…

…The plague of guilt I bore intensified…

…What right did I have to kill him? What right did I have to make him a sacrifice in this damn war?…

…What…right did I…have…to live over him?…

…What made him so adamant in defying me? He could have just told me up front, spared himself the suffering…

…Did he…want me to kill him?…

…Is what he wanted in correspondence to what I wanted?…

…What am I…supposed to think…to believe?…That I did what was 'right'…that I committed yet another sin?…

…A voice spoke, interrupting my depressing thoughts…

"Listen, my other. Listen to me. Do you wish for strength?"

…What?…

"Tell me, do you wish for power? To have enough strength to destroy civilizations, raise worlds, annihilate plains of Existences?"

…Power…strength…enough to completely destroy your mother's ass and or fat?…

"Do not joke with me young one. Now, I will ask again. Do you wish to have true power? The power to destroy whatever opposes you, or not?"

…Who are you?…

"Kukuku. Why, I am you of course. The true you, young one."

…I sighed, then thought, what's with me and having voices in my head proclaiming to be the true 'me'? There's already enough 'me' for all the ladies to enjoy; no need to spoil them with three at once…if you know what I mean…anyway, why would you give me such power, mind-me?…

"Why I would give you power is simple, young one. I benefit from us gaining my power. You will, as well. The definition of symbiosis, is it not?"

…Please for the love of god let the plot twist here not involve you being a Symbiote from Marvel…I deal with too many slimy blobs as it is…your mother for instance…lord knows if I had the choice I'd bag and drop that straight into a pit of wet cement…

"No, I am not an Alien Symbiote from the Marvel Universe, young one. I am not Alien in the slightest. I've been here since you were born; but here specifically since you were young."

…Er…young as in…?

"'Young' is to say eight years of age. Since you enlisted the help of Innocence, I have been repressed, and denied my true potential; and yours, coincidentally."

…I mused over his words, mentally starting to formulate it all together…power; this strange being was offering me something I so desperately needed…but, at what cost?…

…How would one go about unleashed their 'true potential', just in case any of those viewing this that don't know will understand…

"Kukuku. Simple. You must end the life of one more mortal. Claim their soul for your own, we will evolve, and you shall know our true power."

What? And what makes you think I'd murder another human being ever again!?…

"Kukuku. How about this; in a show of good faith, when you are in danger next, I will relinquish part of my current power. See what you are missing out on, so to speak.

Goodbye for now, young one. And remember; end a life, and we will evolve.

Now, I believe the Heart wanted to speak to you. Run along now; lest you drive the strongest being in creation mad with anger.

Kukuku, tata~~."

…And like that, I awoke from my dream…


THWACK!


"Ow~~~, why does waking up have to hurt so much?"

"Waking up is agonizing to you? My, you just pique my interest the more I learn about you, my Dear Adam."

"…Listen, I don't know who you are, as my eyesight hasn't returned to me fully, nor do I want to know, but I would damn well appreciate if you stopped coming onto me. I'm a straight man; just ask your mother."

"Is that anyway to treat the…

…Heart of Innocence?"


AN: Yep. I went straight from dream to a memory to a dream memory hybrid. :P

SUCK ON DAT, BI-OTCH!

Anyway, something I forgot to mention to you guys...that I'm going to tell you until next chapter, ha!

For added suspense; the information involves the story's length, plot direction and ending. Yes, I am thinking of an ending for a story like this, that still has a LOOOOOOOONG way to go.

Back to DGM and Adam meeting the Heart of Innocence in the next chap, folks. :P

Ciao for now.