A/N: Finally finished another chapter. I'm currently working on chapter 3 already, but I'm kind of stuck on parts on how to say it. Le sigh, I wish I had someone to read it and suggest how to put my idea into words. Sometime the way I say it, it doesn't sound grammatically correct. Anyway, if you enjoyed I hope you review it and let me know your thought about it. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed. I'm so grateful to you all for giving this story a chance.
As we entered the headquarter of the Black Order, we received glares of disgust and pity. It wasn't unusual for such looks when someone comes back covered in blood. But we were given such looks because of who we are. The soldiers who under Leverrier. The church's ''dogs''. We weren't the most loved people in this place. We payed no heed to their scrutiny and continued our ways toward the great hall leading to our superior's office. Walking around wasn't a challenge. I knew this place from the back of my head. Since I was young, I lost the sight of one of my eyes as a result of the experimentation when I was brought up. These experiments did more harm then good. My white hair signals the omen of a cursed child caused by whatever they did to me back then. All I remember was pain and screamings. Back then, I wasn't the only one who was in the room. Many other child my age was also subjected to such a thing. Some may live, and many will die.
I shook away these dreaded memories as we came up to a large door leading to the one who caused us so much pain. Kanda knocked on the door and we heard someone to call us in. As we went in, we automatically kneeled down in front of the desk. Where is our pride you ask? In this place, it's better to throw away such thing than be sentenced to death. Such imaginary things which most people value has no value within these walls. In the beginning, we were ''taught'' of what the Black Order thought of such things. We were broken down, striped of whatever we had left and trained to only obey. We were tired...what else could we have done. We were children. All he had to do was say the words and we would of been slaughtered on the spot. We have to continue, until something breaks. Either our body, or our minds. Many have succumbed to such insanity.
"Who told you could come in here in such disgusting attire?," he yelled. We said nothing and continued to have our head down. Leverrier got up from where he sat and went up to us. He grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes. "Look at me when someone is talking to you, you filthy child." He forcefully pushed me away before going to Kanda. I remained where I was, showing no reaction on my face. Showing him such emotion only encourages him to continue. It was best to just take whatever he's giving you and move on.
"And what is your excuse, you fucking idiot?" Kanda glared at him but showed no signs of talking back. He himself experienced the consequences of provoking Leverrier. But the glare itself seem to set him off. His face got red as he punched Kanda in the cheek. Kanda just took it and didn't budge from where he stood. "Wipe that fucking glare off your damn face..." Leverrier went back to his chair before huffing his last anger out. "State your report or the fuck out of my office, mutts!" I felt the anger emanating from Kanda as I heard the grip of his hand fisting into a ball.
"Sir, we have eliminated the remainders in the battlefield and successfully assassinated the commander of the opposing group." Leverrier had a sneer as he face towards me. I saw a faint image of something thrown at me. I felt a heavy pressure on my head as the object collided and shattered. Something warm trickling down my head and wetting the bandage that covered my eyes. I didn't bother to check or even react. I stood there unfazed.
"And you filthy child, who told you to speak...You will only speak when I allow it. Do you understand!?" I simply nodded. "Now get out of my office or I'll call the crows..." Crows... Leverrier's personal body guards. They're the one who inflicts the punishment using our stigmas with their magic. Usually the identity is unknown since their face is covered with a mask. They hide either in the shadow or near Leverrier for his beck and call. The difference between us human soldiers and the crows is that they have their freedom. They are paid to do this. For us, this is our livelihood. We do this to survive. To see the next day. For them, it's for the greed.
As we walked out, there they were, standing near the door...the crows. All I feel from them was hostility. I didn't even bother looking over to them and give them a reason to provoke a fight with us. We continued to walk back to our dorms. Kanda and my room were close together as we were one of the longest surviving soldiers. It was a small room that fits a bed, a trunk for our clothes, and a small table and a chair all crammed together. The walls and floor were made out if a cold hard stone that made it feel more like a prison cell than a room. I changed out of my blood soaked uniform into a cleaner one. We practically lived in these and we will die in these. I changed the bandage around my eyes and felt around for the wound inflicted on me. The blood seem to have clotted already and started the healing process. I guess one of the benefit of being a genetically human soldiers. You get to heal a little faster than a normal human. They made us like this so that they could send us back out as soon as possible.
I sat on my bed and leaned against the wall. I was really tired. Being out for a week with barely any sleep drains a lot of you. My eyes slowly fluttered close as I try to resist the sleep as much as I could. But ultimately failing...
I was running in the woods. With me was another person. But as I look at the person, all I saw was a blurred out face. I felt piercing pain on my abdominal and blood was trickling down my face. The rest of me wasn't doing any better. I heard shouts of people chasing us and dogs barking. The person beside me was exhausted also with his haggled breath. We were beginning to slow down. Not good. All I could think of was one name. Mana. We got to escape but how? It felt like a million of thought was rushing through my head at once. I made a split decision. I quickly stopped and ran toward the noise. I heard a name being screamed out but the blood rushing through my ears muffled the noise. As I neared the noise, bullets started whizzing by me. I had to continue. Then the pain started. Pain ruptured through me. Before I knew it, all I saw was darkness. Filled with pain. I couldn't breath...help me...save me...
I jolted up with a thin layer of sweat covered my skin. I felt around and remembered I was still in my room. I could see the faint shadows of my furniture. The same nightmare. The dream of my death. No..not my death...but...whose? My head hurted and I pressed my hand against head, trying to ease the pain. As it numbed to a dull pain at the back of my head, I got up and headed to the medical ward. I knocked softly and entered after being given the permission. Behind the desk surrounded with medical cabinets sat an small old man. He was a good few feet shorter and with really dark eyes. I walked forward and started to kneel down, but was stopped.
"No, no. None of those formalities here. What can I do for you, Allen?" I felt a gaze upon me as he looked me over. I gave nothing away as I nodded and began to speak.
"Bookman Sir, I'm here for more of the dietary supplements and my regular pills. And that is not my assigned name, sir." Allen was the name the orphanage gave me, something so long ago. Something that means completely opposite from me now. At this response, it caused him to sigh. Also, it wasn't uncommon for many of the soldiers to request dietary supplements. When you're in and out of HQ, you can barely get anything in you. Unlike me, I can barely stomach anything and it was the only thing keeping me going.
"Walker, if you keep this up, you'll only be digging yourself a deeper grave. A human needs the necessary nourishment to function. And also the proper amount of sleep." I simply stood there in silence. He sighed once more, already knowing my answer. " I worry about you sometimes...Is it the nightmares again?." I stilled, causing him to notice my discomfort and confirming his suspicion. He walked to one of the cabinets and took out a large jug of dietary supplements and a hand sized jar of the sleeping pills and handed it to me. Turning around quickly, I pointed my gun at the intruder behind me. There stood one of Leverrier's punishers. I slowly retracted my gun, but kept my guard up. One showing up usually signals something bad. "What is it you want...?,'' Bookman sighed, going back to his seat and gazing upon the masked man.
"I'm here to inform soldier Walker that he is to be dispatched out immediately. We've been informed the leaders of the other church may be in Germany." It caused the Bookman to glare at the crow.
"I'm putting Walker in detainment as he is under medical observation," Bookman countered, knowing that I came back from a mission not too long ago.
"Denied. Your clearance is overruled with the permission of Leverrier." Bookman slammed the desk with his hands and glared at the masked man. "If you have any objections, you may take it up with my superior." I placed a hand on the Bookman's shoulder, letting him to know stand down.
"Understood. When is my dispatching date?," I questioned, knowing how Leverrier works, probably today or tomorrow. Many of the soldiers usually get a few days break, but the longer the soldiers are in the Order the shorter it is. It's to prevent them from planning anything against the Order and for them exercising their authority over us, making us submit. Especially me being the cursed one since I was young. No exceptions was made as I was the eyesore of the church. He notified my departure being tomorrow at the break of dawn. I simply nodded in acceptance. I thanked the bookman before exiting his office before more conflict arises. As I exited, I felt a familiar presence standing near the door.
"I saw the crow wandering around...,"spoke Kanda knowing what it meant. He wasn't one of the friendliest people, but one of the people I've known since the beginning. He does care for his comrades.
"I was assigned another mission..." He tsked at this.
"That bastard doesn't know when to give up...Make sure you don't die, moyashi. Or I'll be the one who has to haul your ass back to this hell..." That caused me to smirk at him this once.
"Not planning to, Bakanda. Not until I drag your ass back first." With this he quietly left, leaving me to continue back to my room to get ready. Dawn was only a few hours away. I took a few pills and chugged it down with water to ward away the sleep and appetite. As I sat on my bed waiting for the sun to come up, I leaned my head against the cool stonewall and wondered what lies ahead in Germany for me...
