He could see his master stretching out his hand. 'Master was right…' He was trapped in a labyrinthine of his own mind. Apocryphos made a point that his mind was shattered but this. The doors had thoughts and emotions that overwhelmed him. He walked past the door calling to him in a voice all to familiar. Instead he ventured to try one of the bland doors.
"Y-you can't be thinking about leaving me behind, master? " A younger him voiced his disbelief at his master's insanity. It echoed throughout the walls as his tried the handle. It didn't budge. Allen put his right leg against the wall to add more force. He pulled, it didn't give. He kept trying each time bring forth more from that day until pain bloomed on his head. His hand left the door handle as Allen's vision blurred from the pain. Then he felt himself fall and it all fade to black.
It was warm. Rays of sun shining through a silhouette. One that he knew would guide him, that loved him—the only one. The coat that he had gave him to keep him warm and the name. A real one, he finally had what everyone's else was given at birth. He wasn't a monster. He was human. The kid wanted to stay here following after the man's footstep.
"But he didn't love you, did he? Allen was just the memory of me, what remain in that fool's head."
His eyes shot up staring at an endless sky. The wind blow past his ear. The white haired teen was free falling, ruins and debris surrounding him. How long had he been felling? Would he reach the ground? Should he even try to stop the fall. It was only him, no one…else.