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Chapter 16: Lulu Bell to the rescue!
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Allen sat in the cell that had a soft bed with clean white blankets, paintings and a window. There was also a dresser with a few outfits and random nicnacs. Allen liked two things about the cell, two of the nicnacs and the painting of a jester/clown carrying a coffin. Allen was currently sitting upside down, her feet on the stone wall. The whitette sighed in boredom. The door opened and a cart full of food was rolled in, followed by an unfamiliar face. Allen looked at the food before going back to staring at the ceiling.
"Miss Lenalee thought you could use a good meal, sweet cheeks. Says you haven't eaten in days." The man said kindly.
Allen sat up normally and looked at him for a moment. Her stomach answered for her. The man smiled.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I asked Jerry to make a little of everything." Lenalee said, stepping up next to the man Allen guessed was Jerry.
Allen approached slowly and sniffed it. She picked off a piece and popped it into her mouth. After a minute she garbs everything she can and walks back to her bed, sets it down while sitting down and began eating. Jerry left to go back to the kitchen before lunch while Lenalee waves and leaves to go to her room. Allen eventually laid down, stomach full and completely satisfied.
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Allen had lost track of time and didn't remember how long she has been there. Some strange man going by the name Malcolm C. Leverrier had decided to question her. Of course the whitette said nothing at all and took to ignoring his presence as she found something to do. As a result, Leverrier forbade Jerry or anyone from giving Allen the usual. Instead, Allen was given the small meal that should'v been given from the start. Allen huffed every time she saw him. She decided to write something to get her mind off her current situation.
"What should I write?" Allen pondered.
After a few minutes she chose to write about her life, every up and down.
'my name is Allen walker. Although it wasn't always. When i was little, I was simply known as red. I was abandoned at a very young age because of my 'cursed' left arm. After growing up on the streets, fighting for a loaf of bread or any kind of food and the many unpleasant encounters with villagers who either wanted to get rid of my arm or kill me, I looked at humans with hate and distrust, gaining a nasty personality. Eventually I joined a circus. Life there was slightly better. People only beat me. Mostly Cosimo. He was the worst, always hitting me or beating me around. I got used to it. At the circus I did various things like help carry boxes. Those boxes were heavy sometimes. But I got a place to sleep and food I didn't have to fight for. Although I hated that place, it's were things began to change.'
'There was a dog there, sweetest thing I met now that I look back, It's name was Allen. I know what you'd be thinking, My name is from the dog and that it's stupid. But I don't mind. Now, Cosimo, being the drunk jerk he is, Beat Allen to death. That's what I believe, anyways. Of course, feeling like it deserved a decent burial, made a make-shift grave and head stone then buried it on a hill with the most amazing view ever. The owner, Mana Walker, which everyone thought was crazy, joined me on the hill. when I asked if he was sad he replied with "So sad I could hang myself." and acted like he was. I didn't laugh because hanging yourself isn't exactly a funny thing.'
'Eventually Mana and I had gotten closer. Mana took care of me, treating any scrapes, cuts or other wounds I got. He adopted me shortly after. Because he was a traveling entertainer he taught me an abundance of useful tricks and we had twice Mana's normal amount. We sometimes had enough to stay in an inn for a night, get a good meal before leaving. I was the happiest I'd ever been. For once I had someone that wouldn't run away from me for how I am, Arm and all. Sadly, that happiness wasn't long lived.'
'A carriage had gone in a riot on the street that I happened be crossing. I was too afraid to move, but I wish I did. Mana pushed me out of the way but got hit in the process. His last words will always stay with me. "Don't stop, Keep walking". that was sort of his motto. He died shortly after. The people there held a funeral for him, only talking to me to get his name. Afterwards, I sat in front of the stone for days or weeks, crying. It rained most of the time. One day, I was visited by a man called the Millennium Earl.' Allen wrote.
She sighed before putting the pages away for the night. Allen laid down and slept. Allen spent most of the next day writing her story when she heard a serious of booms and chaos before the cell door opened. Allen looked at it, sitting the same way she was the first day of her confinement. Allen saw the familiar figure of Lulu Bell. The whitette kicked her feet off the wall ending up standing strait before hugging the older female.
"Lulu Bell!" Allen said happily.
"I trust you are unharmed." Lulu Bell said.
"Hungry, bored and sore from not moving enough." Allen said, letting go of Lulu Bell.
Lulu Bell nodded and walked out followed by Allen. They walked into a black ark gate as the exorcists fought the Akuma.
leafpool5: The sync rate is around 98% or so.
KillerAkuma: That makes me the happiest person ever!
Alexis-Senpai: I agree.
RAGNOROKgirl: Sorry but i'm seeing her both ways.
LadyofStarClan: Hehe, Arigato.
Brystak2000: I actually meant for her to be a bit OOC. But i'm glad you like it.
{A/N: Sorry about the story thing Allen wrote. Probably stupid. If anyone wants it removed, PM me.}