The innocence that Antonio held was covered in blood. A greed jewel shining on the hilt contrasting with the dark red colour covering half of it. It looked eerie.

Allen continued to stare at the man who had entered feeling dazed as well as numb. The pain was still there. When he looked down he was greeted with the sight of his abdomen stained with blood. His blood. He barely registered the fact that Antonio holding a bloody dagger and standing over him. All that ran through his mind was the fact that he had just been stabbed. It felt like déjà vu. He saw this just by touching the man earlier. His blood was coursing through his veins. He was going to pass out.

"He's an Akuma."

The man stared at the finder before him like he was mad. He was looking up and down at a fast pace looking at the exorcist coat by Antonio's finder's feet.

"He's…He's…" He stuttered, back pressed hard against the door behind him. The man before him was walking towards him with the innocence at hand.

"P-Please…I have a wife" He stuttered.

"Like I haven't heard that before" He was walking faster. Please don't kill me.

Allen remembered he felt his mind ring. He couldn't move. His body had completely frozen.

Was Antonio going to kill him?

When Antonio was directly in front of the man he stood making himself eye level with him.

"He's an Akuma"

The man nodded, fear evident all over his body as he shook like a frightened puppy.

"H-He's… an...akuma"

Antonio nodded then walked away giving access to the man to sprawl away. The last thing Allen saw was the grin on his face that resembled a sadistic murderer.

Antonio quickly and effortlessly fixed his coat feeling the texture of the fabric on his fingers.

He was still laughing.

That guy had no idea what was going to happen. Such a loser. In fact, the dick had no idea what he had just done to him. As soon as he would leave the train he would be dead. That toy that he had been taught to make would explode and rip the guy apart.

He was not a murderer…in public. If he killed that man then he would have been caught in trouble by other passengers and even the other exorcists. That would only lead to them finding the demon unconscious on the floor. His coat had no stains on it and there were no signs of him committing any signs of a like a professional.

It felt so cool.

He stared down at the body lying next to him and felt another grin rise. Nobody could say anything. It wasn't a waste either.

He was only following orders. The guy was obviously a demon and he felt so powerful for being able to weaken it. Who couldn't tell that someone with that type of appearance wasn't an akuma in faulty disguise? It was just plain obvious. He lifted his foot and quickly swiped it across. The thing flicked to the side. He kicked again and when it was on its back he stared at it. He would and could never feel sympathy for another demon again.

It made him disgusted that the thing had the guts to take on its appearance like him.

He stared at the abdomen of it and picked up its uniform that it was wearing not long ago that it had just discarded onto the floor. It was probably just losing control. It didn't deserve to wear anything the coat of an exorcist.

Abomination.

It made him sick.

He would never call it by it'sused name. It was a demon. Nothing more.

And he wasn't even close to finished with it. He would continue to weaken it until he was able to kill it.

It was a monstrosity and he rid it and as the true messenger.

His room felt cold as soon as he entered. He immediately reached for the light switch and without hesitation clicked. It was the same as always, comforting. The room was illuminated in light and he smiled walking further in.

That mission was too much for him to deal with. He still remembered everything crystal clear.

Allen quickly locked the door then turned to the mirror of the bathroom and weakly unbuttoned his shirt,reluctantly pulling the fabric away from his torso to get a good view of all the damage that he had obtained over the past month.

It felt natural since he had been going over the same routine every day since the mission finished. He would stare at the damages trying to heal.

His entire torso was covered in different scars. From stab marks to scratches.

He felt sick. All the injuries that he had gotten during his life didn't scare him as much. They didn't feel as bad. He didn't feel as tainted. Antonio really did a number on him over the past days. He had been stabbing him discreetly and he couldn't bring himself to tell. It hurt but he preferred suffering in silence. It was left trouble that way.

He had a long cut overlapping the previous scar but the difference was the skin intensity. The colour was like a virus. He was still vaguely aware that he was still bleeding from a fresh cut but he couldn't take his eyes off the skin around it. It was burning. It looked like a web was forming and spreading around his skin from the same point. It was turning grey. The light ash grey was spreading ever so slowly, as if trying to torture him with the fact that it was there. What scared him the most was the fact that he was already used to it. It was showing that he was changing and he didn't even feel anything. No remorse or desperation.

Nothing.

"It's going to start hurting if you don't sleep"

Allen froze. Rooted to the spot.

Who just?

He felt panic reroute it's self in his self after such a long time. His chest hurt from his abnormal breathing. It hurt.

He was scared.

He felt black cloud his vision and felt hysteria force it way in without any challenge.

"Please Stop"

Allen's eyes were tightly shut as he hit the floor now with his arms supporting him. That wave of pain that just ran through his body. It hurt. He took his time to breathe before standing back up and buttoning on a clean shirt that was in the room. His body ached and he was sure he would fall asleep any second. He was paranoid. Going crazy from the lack of sleep but he still couldn't.

He couldn't let that happen. He stood up with a small whimper and splashed water in his face. He then left the room with a huge smile plastered on his face.

He needed to at least try and eat.

Komui was concerned to say the least. In better words he was in shock.

There was a golem siting on his and was fluttering it's wings occasionally as a sign of movement on top of a file on his desk.

Komui felt sick. No other word. He stared at the golem and felt another wave of nausea run over him. The video footage was still there, recorded into the golem's artificial memory and he was sure that it would give him nightmares from now on.

That finder, Antonio Lambardi.

He felt sick. Apart from looking like Allen, he was a sick bastard. From the video footage he had seen what happened to Allen the previous day and he had read his file. .

He was only 16, how could he be that sick?

Komui took his time taking in deeper breaths. His stomach was tied in knots.

That wasn't the only thing stressing. He now clearly understood Levierrier's intentions. It was scary.

Allen's innocence was…

"Nii-san?"

Komui's head perked up and he stared at Lenalee with fear evident all over his face.

"Lenalee. U-How may I help you?

While he spoke he shuffled the file and golem off the table and out of view.

"Nii-san, I have the reports that you wanted?" She said.

She didn't know. She was oblivious to what had happened on their way back from their previous mission.

"That's good. Thank you Lenalee" He said standing up from his desk. He wanted to put on his over protective brother routine but felt drained. How could he even try act like that?

"Go and get something to eat. I'll join soon. Afterwards I want to talk to Allen"

Lenalee nodded but head perked up at the last sentence and she stared at him. He could see her fear reflecting off her eyes.

"Really? Why? What happened?" She asked.

"I just want to talk. Nothing wrong."

He quickly replied. Lenalee looked relieved and he felt his chest ache. He didn't want to lie to her. Especially about something as important as this.

"Then, can you try and find out what's wrong?" Lenalee asked again. She looked so much more relieved and a tad disquisitive.

He smiled weakly.

"That's why I want to talk to him"

She smiled like a huge burden was off her chest then she nodded.

"Thank You. I'll get him after lunch"

Komui watched as his sister walked away and felt spiteful.

The Order would do anything to win this war wouldn't they?

Allen was trudging into the hallway weakly. The burning was getting worse. He had staggered quite a few times and was trying to get past. Link had some paperwork to do leaving him alone again and he was more than grateful for that. He had to keep everything quiet.

He could still remember the words Antonio had said when he regained consciousness and he sent shivers burning down his spine.

His life really enjoyed being messed up, didn't it?

When he reached the lunch hall he immediately straightened up and felt reassured when he succeeded.

Just get something to eat and act normal.

"Hope that works for ya"

Allen froze in mid footsteps almost tripping. He stared at his foot then turned and froze when he looked into a window and saw his reflection and felt his heart beat spiral out of control.

NO, NO, NO!.

This was wrong.

People were staring at the frozen exorcist but he didn't pay any attention to them. He focus was frozen in place. He stared at his reflection and felt himself getting dizzier with each passing second.

He was going to pass out. He couldn't.

Allen's eyes felt blurred like white was clouding his vision. Then he lost his breath. No air was getting through. He couldn't breathe. He started suffocating and felt himself getting light headed.

A hand placed itself on his shoulder and he froze falling back to earth then he felt himself lose his breath again. Even he wasn't a good performer.

The soba tasted Bland. It just didn't taste as good as it usual tasted. His ear perked at the sound in the dining room. Everyone was being depressing as usual; for once it matched the mood of the whole war. The only thing that annoyed him was what they were being depressed about. Everyone was talking about the moyashi. Like he didn't have enough problems the way it was. They were determined that he was an enemy in the place. Sad how quickly everyone could turn against a 'comrade'.

Disgusting in fact.

No wonder his food tasted bland. The depressing atmosphere worked well in making even great food taste wrong.

The hall got strangely silent and Kanda perked up to look at who ended the silence. He stared at the teen that had entered and felt annoyed as he had just lost his appetite.

That 'twin'.

He had no idea what was going on, but he was sure that he wasn't the only one that didn't like the change in situation.

It reminded him of Alma. Even if he tried to persuade himself that he hated the kid, he felt comfortable around him, despite the arguments.

Kanda stood to leave scowling all the while then he stopped short. His attention was on someone threat had just entered but had also stopped short but not for the same reason like his. The moyashi looked like shit. Best description that came to mind. The twin stopped short and he noticed the evident scowl on his face showing pure hatred towards the albino. His eyes were fixed on him.

Antonio scowled as soon as he noticed the demon enter the room. He would admit that he actually enjoyed the discussion in the room as people were speaking truthfully about what they thought about harbouring a demon, but when it entered they all went silent. He did feel proud though. Out of everyone, he was the only one who had enough guts to go through with injuring it. He liked the look of pain on the 'akuma's' face as well as the blood that stained its body. He made it bleed itsown blood, not once, not twice, but a variety of times. He liked it. He wanted to be able to destroy an akuma ever since the incident and even if that meant he couldn't become an exorcist, there were plenty of different ways to do that, even if he had to do it slowly. He would enjoy watching the akuma die as they should.

Still, he wanted to possess an innocence and he felt determined that thanks to Levierrier, he all, he was to head to the innocence chambers now anyway. It would be good if he had an audience.

He turned and walked to the white haired counterpart plastering a smug grin upon his face.

This would be easy. Over the past month, he'd been allowed to stab it for 'scientific' purposes, and what made it easier, was the fact that it didn't tell anybody. Not that anybody would help the demon anyway. Unless he brainwashed them. That was probably what he did to that other girl. It unnerved him. To brainwash such a beautiful exorcist and probably have its way her.

Repulsive.

He placed a hand on it's should and felt smug from the way the thing looked at him. Fear reflected off so brightly, even if it tried to hide it.

It was afraid of him. Just wait.

"Is there something wrong?"

Allen felt himself freeze as he stared at his mirror like image. His fingers felt cold.

""Is there something wrong?" Antonio asked. The smile on his face sent shivers down his spine and the look in his eyes sent the same message as always. He gulped. Everyone had turned to see the scene unfold.

"N-Nothing" He coughed in between.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

It didn't seem possible but Antonio's smile stretched further across his face then he heard the shuffling of feet. Antonio hand discreetly ran down his arm before clenching tightly making Allen hiss at the pain. It was a still healing stab wound. He hissed butcovered the anguish off of his face still covering it up with a smile. No weakness should be shown. Who knows what would have happened.

"Levierrier has some news." Antonio roughly let go and turned towards the rest of the hall.

"He wants everybody to understand and hear what is going on now" He announced. Allen felt his blood run cold.

"Now if you'll just come with me"

He stayed routed to the spot for a while before nodding following. Everyone else stood up to follow as far as they could and Allen felt his heart drop to his stomach. Whatever this was, he felt like this would be the last minutes of the little pieces of sanity he had left, and he had to kiss it goodbye.

Komui ear perked when he heard the commotion outside. Everyone had abandoned their duties and were now standing in the hall way very close to the escalator leading down to Hevlaska. He was shocked when he got there to find Allen, Antonio, Levierrier and Link. It also made his heart stop if only for a second. Something disturbing and unsettling was bound to exit the inspector's mouth. After all. He was now staying at the order and smiling. Even if someone didn't know him they would be unsettled.

"Supervisor. How nice of you to join us" The man looked at his watch then turned back to Komui as if sensing the incoming questions.

"I will answer your questions soon. We are just waiting for the bookmen and other exorcists."

Komui nodded firmly then turned to look at the White haired teenager on his right. Allen looked sick. He looked like he was close to hysteria. It scared him as he understood exactly why.

"Was it your plan for this finder to be stabbing Walker?" He asked as formally as he could muster. His throat felt on fire. Allen's head perked up and he stared at Komui in shock. He obviously thought nobody knew. His face said it all.

How do you know and what?

"I will answer all your questions soon." Levierrier answered again. Komui felt his heart spiralling. This wasn't right. Allen was just a child. Christmas was coming up soon. He wanted the boy to enjoy his birthday as normal as possible.

With family and friends.

They were all standing on the platform. Allen felt his head spinning. It was dizzying because of how thick the tension was. You couldn't even cut it with a knife. He was standing directly in front of Levierrier with Link at his sides and his arms binded yet again. He felt like he was on show. Everyone was looking at him like he was some sort of auction. He observed each of the different expressions on each face. Levierrier looked confident and uncomfortable relaxed but his gaze set on Antonio. His arm was surely bleeding. He could feel pieces of his flesh rubbing against the arm of his shirt. It took all of his will not to his.

"I've called you all here today for something quite unexpected but good in our will." Levierrier said, pausing for dramatic effect.

Allen felt himself automatically tense. It had become an unwanted reflex. He felt his breath hook. Something about that look sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't going to like the news.

Levierrier stared grinned at him. A grin that made everyone in the room tense. Whenever the man smiled it meant some drastic changes would take place.

"We have reason to believe that you are in fact not the accommodator for the innocence that you possess."

His eyes widened.

They could do what?

Everyone gasped then everyone started muttering their own assumptions.

Lavi himself felt his eyes widen.

How the hell could that be possible. Allen was at a general's level.

He stared at the inspector. He was talking bullshit. No doubt. That couldn't possibly be true?

"Please Elaborate inspector" Bookman spoke stealing the words right out of Lavi's mouth. Elaborate. Let's hear how on earth that is possible.

"The vactician has stated that we are to remove Walker's innocence and place it to Antonio. If this should fail we will continue looking for the accommodator" He announced. Everywhere went silent. Golem's were buzzing around definitely showing the event to other people in the building. It was unsettling.

He could practically feel his heart beating from the intake of information. The records of experiments on forcing and removing innocence were unknown, yet here they were willing to show the procedure. And with Allen's innocence of all people. That was wrong. Plain wrong. They could kill him and whoever they would force the innocence onto.

They had to stop. Bookman's his arm shot out directly in front of him before he could even think about taking a step and he stared at the elderly man besides him.

"Do not make me remind you constantly." He said. His words sounded as absolute as usual. FIRM. Lavi felt instantly chilled to the bone.

"You are a bookman, nothing more"

He felt his breath hitch. He hated it. Hated that same statement that was always repeated, either in or outside his conscience.

He was a bookman. He couldn't interfere.

"We have been instructed that we should remove it as soon as possible. Hevlaska, and give it to Antonio Lombardi" The man instructed turning to Hevlaska. The smug look on his face sent shivers down Komui's spine. He was serious.

"You can't possibly…"

"Step forwards Walker" Levierierr continued ignoringeveryone in the room.

This wasn't right.

Allen had a pained look across his face as he stared at the man before him. The look of shock evident on his face but he remained routed to the spot.

Remove his innocence?

Komui's eyes were darting back and forth.

"What…?"

"I have answered your question Supervisor. Hurry upWalker!" The Inspector instructed. His layer of patience was drastically thinning

Allen remained fixed in the position, frozen. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do?

Run?

Something was telling him to run. He couldn't let them take his innocence but…

What was he supposed to do?

A hand roughly shove him forwards and he turned weakly over his shoulder to look at the culprit who had forced him out of his trance. Antonio, of course. The man had a reflected 'sincere' smile that showed he was pleased with the procedure. He knew because he probably looked like that whenever he agreed with something. Allen's eyes darted all around nervously. Everyone was watching. Remove his innocence. That would mean that he had nothing to live for anymore. He wouldn't be able to fight. He wouldn't be an active participant in the war any more.

But...

He felt empty all of a sudden. He wouldn't be an exorcist anymore.

The 14th would…

"Yes sir" Allen muttered shocking everyone in the room. He felt at loss. Like he didn't care. His life was already messed up the way it was.

Allen took steps forwards and watched as Hevlaska lowered her tendrils to his arm.

It felt like nothing mattered to him.

He watched as the tendrils wrapped around his arm restricting his movement and tightening gradually. It felt like his skin was burning.

Then he heard a crack.

Allen's eyes widened, tears rushing to the surface quickly without any restraint.

It hurt.

He crumbled to his knees feeling a scream tear its way out of his throat. More cracks formed intensifying the pain.

It fucking hurt.

It felt like Hevlaska had frozen and was breaking away pieces of his arm, including bones.

It bloody hurt.

There was a sudden bright green flash of light then Allen completely felt his breath shatter within him along with his tormented scream. His eyes trailed to the centre of the light that burned emerald. Then he saw it and was left gasping for air. His innocence. It turned right before his eyes into a green fragment like all the other innocence shards found.

His left shoulder burned. Allen reluctantly looked at his shoulder. Nothing. Not even the stub. It was like his arm was cut off at the shoulder

His felt alone at that moment. Like he was the only one to exist. Like a child all alone in a black world. No other colours apart from himself. Like his innocence was the only thing keeping him sane and white. Like his soul had been ripped out and he was left staring at the only white being in the black space being pulled away from him. He wanted to reach out for it. Cry for it back. Beg if he had to, but his body felt weak. Pain was still running through his body racking his body abruptly as tears spilled from his eyes. He felt like a child again wandering in the dark looking to make a white path.

Except his path had already been created for him.

He felt a sudden spark in his chest and lost all forms of oxygen that he was able to inhale again. His chest hurt. It burned to breathe. What?

Allen screamed again and felt himself shaking violently as if he was in a fit. His body felt like it was imploding. It felt like his heart was sucking something out. It fucking hurt. He wanted it to just stop. He felt like he was being sucked through from his chest and like the rest, his body was ripping apart with it. Nothing was helping reduce the pain.

"Make it stop!"

"Allen. What's wrong!" He couldn't recognise the voice . His head was pounding. Something was screaming in his head. It was making the pain more excruciating. He couldn't stop screaming. The scream was worse than akuma's soul. It burnt into his soul.

"Walker. Stoop exaggerating!"

"Allen-kun!"

Still he couldn't make out any voices.

"Please make it stop!"

His vision was dyeing black around a light then all he saw was a glowing tentacle retracting.

Allen's scream drastically cut off. His eyes lost all light and glazed over and he was frozen in position. Life disappeared from Allen's body . He slumped, limp and he fell face first onto the floor. Everyone stared I shock at the formal exorcists now almost lifeless body. He couldn't breath or see anything. It hurt.

Everything simply hurt.

YES! I Love This Chapter. I finished it. This story is going to be good, I can just see it.

How should 'Allen's' innocence be with Antonio. A Claw or crown clown?

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