Deadly Secrets

Chapter 12

Author Notes: Wow, to think we've reached 12 chapters...time certainly flies-especially considering that it took over a year for this bloody story typed. Ok. Now to hit the conflict head on! I do not own DGM

? P.O.V

How...dare you?

After all this time...

All i've done for you.

Supported you.

This? This is how you repay me?!

Taken my consideration, and support only to throw it away!

For years I was in your corner.

Where is my due?

I've given you everything!

Yet you've not given me anything in return.

I won't let this stand.

One way-or another, I will make you pay.

3rd P.O.V

Things were fuzzy...time was irrelevant. "Allen. Allen!" Faintly he could hear someone calling his name, but his ears were clogged. As if they were stuffed with cotton balls. He couldn't even recognize the person shouting for him.

Even as he opened his eyes, his vision was a blur. Colors in waves that made his head hurt even more. And automatically he shut his eyes with a small hiss. "So, you're finally awake." Allen groaned as someone harshly gripped his hair.

Roughly pulling him upright. It was a struggle, but he managed to open his eyes, his vision still muddy, even worse as he was thrown to the ground. Making the nausea he was feeling all the worse when he tried tracking the movements.

"What's the matter boy? You seemed so full of fight a few hours ago." He didn't like the person addressing him, hell he didn't like the fact that he couldn't move-let alone think properly. But the one thought that scrolled through Allen's mind even as he laid there on the cold ground...

Sputtering as someone stepped on his neck, gently adding more and more pressure to his windpipe-was that this guy was a bastard that deserved to rot in hell. The next thing that slowly, yet surely came to his mind was-quite obviously, what happened to him?

Bits and pieces of memories were there, jumbled together. But the last clear thing he could try to recall was when he was staying at Lavi's house. They were talking about something. Something important. But what?

"He's blacking out again." Another unfamiliar voice, so monotone. So robotic. "Think you've tortured the kid enough..." Ok he knew that one. And was not happy at all hearing it. "Cr-Cross?" He could barely muster the name.

A faint, paper thin whisper as it became harder to breathe. Probably due to the bastard still crushing his throat with his boot. Insisting on adding even more pressure the moment he spoke. "If you care about the boy-you'll tell me what you know Cross. Where's the treasure?"

Nothing was making sense. But that didn't matter. "Oh Allen-hang in there. Somehow-someway I'll get you help!" Because not even a moment after recognizing Road's voice Allen finally reached his limit. Passing out.

Two Days Ago...

"You SURE you're ok to head home on your own?" Allen smiled, waving his hand as Lavi rested his shoulder against the doorframe of his house. Still in his pajamas because it was the weekend and there was no way he was changing first thing in the morning.

Technically he should be sleeping in, but Bookman dragged his ass out of bed to so he could see his friend off. "Yes Lavi. I appreciate the offer, but I do need to head home. I'd have you come but you look dead on your feet." It had nothing to do with the fact that Allen's home was in the worst part of town.

It doesn't matter if the ginger has already been there-on a couple occasions. "Seriously Al, I don't mind." It wasn't happening. "I'll be fine. Besides-you've seen my home, better you not linger around." That made the senior all the more wanting to come with.

But...considering Allen didn't get too mad after finding out Lavi and the gang were stalking him and learned some personal secrets that weren't theirs's to find out behind his back. Plus, he knew Allen really needed some alone time with Anita.

With her being so sick, she could go at any time, if Lavi was in his shoes and knew that, he's spend every waking moment with her. "Tell your mom I said hi." With a warm smile gracing his face, Allen nods. "Can do. I'll see you Lavi."

He keeps his composure as he turns around, walking as normally as he can. Not too fast, not too slow, but brisk enough to show he needed to get home. Not seeing his now more awake friend grab his cell phone.

However the moment he turned the corner, Allen stopped. Narrowing his eyes as a familiar form appears in front of him. "What's wrong Miranda?" The timid woman doesn't even bother greeting him(that's concerning) tears were instead pooling at her eyes. Now the tears weren't unusual.

The poor woman was always a wreck mentally. Apologizing for sneezing the wrong way. But the fact that she left the house-away from the lake to find him, and looked paler than usual-something wasn't right. "You need to come home! Anita collapsed!"

Those few words felt like a punch to the gut. "Cross?" He had to know if the bastard was involved. "He left last night. She fell this morning." It was a slight relief, but still he wasted no time running home.

Miranda was right by his side the whole time. Trying to explain how badly her sister's health started to decline early in the morning. Though it was a bit difficult to hear her due to her stutters and his heart pounding in his ears.

With how fast he ran, he made record time coming home, even with the dangerous traffic("Al-Allen look out!") If Miranda wasn't already dead, she probably would've had thirty heart attacks watching the boy make his way through the streets.

"Anita!" She could only bite her lip as she floats in, easily fading into the walls to find her poor sister fighting a fever. "Anita-Miranda told me what happened. Are you ok?" The ill woman opens her eyes with a smile.

It was genuine, but weak. "Sorry she had to get you, but with Cross out..." Carefully he wrapped his hands around hers, resting his forehead against them. "I was heading home anyways. After learning some things at the mansion...I wanted a break so I stayed at Lavis'."

She already knew that, since she received a call from Mr. Bookman to alert her of his grandson's temporary kidnapping. Still she knew the boy was upset, his panic induced rambling was a good indication. But it was to be expected.

These instances were starting to become more and more common. Her time was almost up. "Did you have fun? I know you've been working nonstop on helping the Noah's. You could use a break." Tears were ready to fall down his cheeks but he holds it in.

More than willing to pretend it was just a normal day for her. That nothing was wrong...for a few minutes at least. "It was more of an interrogation really...I've been avoiding them the last week or so." Again she knew that. Or at least that's what she assumed.

With what little she's seen of him, Allen looked sad, depressed even as he left for school or came home. The stress radiating off his frame was far more than investigating a decade old mystery. And for once Cross wasn't the reason for it.

"We need to get you to a doctor." His serious expression returned at the thought, taking in her weakened state once more. "Allen..." He shook his head, he wasn't going to let her try and talk him out of this.

Not this time, not when he nearly had a heart attack from Miranda. "I've been saving up. I've been talking with Kloud and Mahoja and they know some people who can take a look at you-" His mouth clamped shut the moment his surrogate mother narrowed her eyes.

Silencing him with her typical stern motherly dominance. "Don't. We've gone over this. When it's my time, it will be my time." Her gaze softens then, cupping his cheek with her free hand.

"Don't waste your money on me. We both know what will happen when I pass. I don't have any fear, and you won't have any reason to remain with Cross." In the end...she was ready to go. Finally she would be free of her pain and be reunited with her sister.

More importantly there would be no more reason for Allen to stay. Already she's put in the papers for him to be considered independent, it was just a matter of the official paperwork coming through the mail.

As much as she loves her husband, she knows that the only reason the fifteen year old stuck around, dealing with his abuse was because of her. Living here in a broken down shack wasn't at all a good environment for anyone-but especially not for him.

If there was any regret the raven haired woman had, it was not doing more, providing more for her adopted child. These days when he's not dealing with ghosts, school or paying off Cross's debts(something she's been getting on his case lately) he's been slaving away, taking care of her.

"I don't want you to go...you can't abandon me too."

to be continued

Author Notes: This has been an emotional chapter hasn't it. Frankly I think this has been my favorite chapter to write. But you know we still got a bit of ways to go. So i'm going to have to end it here.

Now as we all know, new chappy tomorrow. So be ready for that. With that, everyone thank you all so much for reading this series. If you like what you're reading please feel free to fav/follow/review as it would mean so much to me. Tchao for now.