CHAPTER 4

When Lavi woke the next morning and found Allen no where in sight he figured the kid was somewhere in the house. When a search of the house proved fruitless Lavi simply figured the kid had gone out. When lunch rolled around and Allen still didn't show up Lavi pulled on his jacket and headed out to search. By nine Lavi dragged himself through the night to the police station, and reported Allen missing.

The next three days were nothing but phone calls and nerves. So when Lavi picked up the phone he was working on borrowed hope.

"Call of the search." A scratchy voice demanded.

"Why have you found Allen?" Lavi countered.

"Yes actually he is with us, he was our to begin with so of course we have him."

"Bring him back! I don't care who you are! Just. Bring. Him. Back!"Lavi demanded between clenched teeth. There was a short laugh before the line disconnected, but that didn't matter. The caller I.D. had came up as the grandest resort this town had to offer. With a quick text to Lenalee on what to do he grabbed his coat and was off.

Lavi snuck in as close to undetected as he could muster, sliding behind the front desk clerk.

"What room does Allen Walker occupy." He asked harshly. The clerk stiffened.

"Room 1408, sir." Lavi ran down the hall slamming the door open. There lay Allen, helplessly bound to a single bed post, unconscious. Lavi set to work unbinding him while trying to wake him.

"I'd back away if I were you." It was that same scratchy sickening sweet voice. He turned to what looked like a teenage punk rock's girl pointing a gun at him almost casually.

"Piss off." He told her and closed his eye as the gun went off. But there was no pain, no blood until he opened his eye to see Allen stand in front of him, his still bound arm twisted unnaturally behind him.

The sirens were now audible downstairs prompting the girl to run off . Lavi made quick work of the binding and pulled Allen close to him. He decided to pretend he couldn't feel the blood soaking through his clothes as he held tight.

"Allen, hey Allen, hang in there!" Lavi begged the boy. Allen looked up worriedly.

"Lavi are you all right?" Allen asked quietly, brokenly. Lavi chocked out a yes. "Good." Seemingly pleased with the answer the cat boy's eyes closed just as the paramedics ran in.

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Allen's eyes opened only to presses nothing but white. He knew he couldn't be dead unless you could feel pain in death. He looked over to see his most favorite red head asleep in the chair beside him. A few minutes later Lavi's visible eye opened.

"Good morning." Lavi croaked. Allen smiled.

"How bad am I?" Allen finally decided to ask.

"Pretty bad but, I'll be there every step of the way." Lavi assured pecking the smaller boy on the lips.

Fin

I'll make a small story of any type and pairing for whoever gets the Stephan King reference.