A/N: Here you go, another chapter. You get to learn about some details of Allen's background when he was a child. Thought that would be appropriate to put in I guess. If you like it this chapter, don't forget to give me your feedback and favorite/follow this story!


As I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted to an unfamiliar setting, which surprised me even more. I could see. It automatically put me on guard as to where I was. All around I was surrounded by darkness. When I tried to move, I couldn't. I found myself chained to a stone seat as I struggled around. It reminded me too much of the experiments back at the Order when I was younger. It gave me flashbacks during the period when everything seemed like it wasn't worth living. Why had God forsaken me to this punishment? What have I done to him to deserve such injustice done to me? I began having a panic attack as I kept remembering until a voice calmed my nerves. It was such a warm and soothing voice as I continued to listen to it as it sang something so familiar, but yet I don't remember hearing it. I began to tense up again as I heard footsteps clacking on floor. I looked up as the man stopped in front of me. I was surprised at how he looked so close to Tyki, but I didn't dare to show such emotion to this person. He had a different aura to the Tyki I knew of. He had a look of sadness as he looked at me. Pity?

"Poor Allen, I'm sorry that you had to suffer like you did. I hope you can forgive me..." Forgive? Forgive you for what? I was confused as he spoke. "I wish that in this world, you didn't have to suffer like you had. I wished that there would be no pain, no war, and no violence. But instead, you were thrown in the mix of it all. As the Black Order and Noah fight it out. I hope to give you something that you've lost in reality, back here. That's as much I can do as I'm stuck here."

"Who are you? Where is here?," I questioned as to not anger him in his own territory. I was stuck here, at his mercy. From past experiences, I have learned not to disobey or struggle in such situations. The Order had ingrained it in us the consequences of such habits. He was still looking at me with such pitiable eyes as he decided to what to say next.

"Where you are, we are inside your mind. You had a panic attack from one of my memories. My apology. I never had wanted this to happen...All I wanted to do was to protect my one and only family. But it seems that even he was corrupted by such a world. But who am I? Well, only time will tell, my little Allen." He reached out towards me and patted my head, causing me to tense up. Hands reaching out was never a good sign for me. They were always to kill me or to experiment on me. Who was he? Why did he know about me? This person was the cause of all my pain? Why? Why was he sorry? I didn't understand. Why apologize for such a thing? If he was sorry, why do it? Was it out of his control? So many questions circled through my mind. The man looked up into the darkness before speaking once more. "It seems it's time for you to leave me, my child. I hope that we will meet once more. Don't stop, keep walking, my dear Allen." My eyes started to droop as I tried my best to stay awake. It was pulling me to sleep. No. I don't want to go. I don't want to go back to reality. Why won't you save me? Why can't you save me?


As I woke up, my senses began to focus back into reality. Where was I? Remembering again that I was back, I was still at a lost to where I'm at without my vision. I felt around. It seems as if I had been place in a bed of some sort. I kept my breathing level as to assess the situation from what I could make out from the conversation from outside the hallway. I could feel a few presence outside. I tuned in the best I could to them speaking outside.

"What's wrong with him? Why hasn't he waken up?," Mana asked. Why does he care so much? What was the point of caring? Such emotions only end up turning into suffering as time passes. Is it such an emotion one show to anyone they meet? Why me though?

"He seems to stabilize for the time being. I'm guessing something triggered some sort of attack for him...I don't know him personally, so I don't what kind of conditions he's under. But his body seems to be, how would you say it, under stress? He seems to be lacking sleep and he's abit underweight," Sheril said. His tone seemed like he could of cared less of what happened, but he held a slight uncertainty to it. I sighed before sitting up in the bed. Ah, I fucked up. I pushed my hair out of my way, but dread began to fill me as I find something was missing. My eye band. Someone must of taken it off while I was knocked out. I quickly turned toward the noise of the door opening. They must've heard me waking up. My hand was still touching my eyes as I felt lost without them. I heard a squeal before I was jumped on and practically had the air strangled out of me. I froze in place, unknowing of what was I supposed to do in this kind of situation. My instinct tells me to quickly detain the person, but I must not expose myself. "I thought he was just a nasty guard. The Bookman didn't tell me he was such a cutie!," Sheril squealed as he continued to hug me. I closed my eyes quickly in hopes no one saw them. There's nothing cute about these worthless things. It is nothing but a burden for me to shoulder. Especially for the scar that was engraved on my left eye.

It took both Mana and Tyki to settle Sheril down enough for him to release me. At this point, I was warey of people's touches. Now, Sheril, Tyki, Wisely and Mana stood in the room as they overlooked me, who was helpless on the bed. If this turn for the worse, I still have my weapons stashed on me. From what I could tell, the door was on the left wall, behind the 4 noahs. I could some how knock them down long enough and make my escape. But I was still at a disadvantage as they have their special ability. I have to be careful to keep my distance from them. I was still weak from the attack, so I wasn't certain how plausible was this plan. It's my only option as of now.

"I'm sorry for my brother's poor behavior. He is a pain at times," Tyki apologized, causing a negative response from his brother. Ah, that's why they both inherited the same stubbornness of not listening.

"It's quite alright, Lord Noahs. I'm must apologize for troubling you all once more," I replied quietly in a scratchy voice before bowing from where I rest. I felt that Tyki felt disappointed from me being so formal to him. I felt Sheril walking up to me again, causing me to back up alittle.

"There, there. I'm done with harassing you right now. I just need to check up on you." His voice was back into a serious tone. I complied as I sat still, letting him pull my eyelid back and shining a flashlight into my eye I'm guessing. He went to my left eye where my scar was next. When I felt a touch, I automatically flinched. The others behind him tensed up. Sheril ended up leaving my left eye alone. "Welp, you are legally blind as they say. But your left eye has some old scarring from an old wound...Were you always blind? What happen to your eye?" I froze at this question. Do I tell the truth? Do I make something up? No. Wisely can easily tell if I'm telling the truth or not. I sighed at what I got myself into. I hope that the curse won't get activated with me revealing this. I hung my head down, facing the sheets covering me.

"No. When I was younger, I could remember the rainy dark sky of England. I lived in an orphanage when I was little as I'm guessing my parents had abandoned me there like any other kid. It wasn't uncommon to leave your child at orphanages as livelihood was hard back then. Money was scarce and so was food. To lessen that burden, kids were usually left behind so the parents may live on to support themselves. But at a certain point, the capacity limit was hit. Orphans who were the least common to be adopted out was cast out or sold out to different facilities to be slaves or whatever was available. For me, I was sent to a...medical facility of a sort. Many were experimented and died. I was some of the lucky one who lived intact," I explained. I tried to be as vague as possible. As a kid, you wouldn't expect them to remember it. But I remember it all. The years I've been there, it's all been etched into my memories. It wouldn't leave no matter how much I try to. But that wasn't even half of it all. I heard someone sobbing as I turned to face the Noahs once more. Again, I felt sadness and pity from them. Why do they keep showing such emotions to me. They didn't even know me. Who I really was. What I really was. People confuses me with such emotions.

"Th-that was such a hard childhood, Allen!," Sheril sobbed as he tried to come hug me again, I manage to jump out of the bed and out of the way, causing him to crash on the other side of the bed. I felt a cold breeze as I moved on my torso and realized my clothes has been unbuttoned. I could feel stares on me now as they gaze upon the curse around my upper left shoulder and the different lacerations inflicted throughout the years. I quickly turned around from them and button up my uniform the best as I can. I felt a sharp pain in my body, but I had to ignore it now. Not in front of them. I quickly turned back around before bowing once more.

"I'm sorry you had to witness such a horrendous sight. I'll make sure not to let it happen again. And once again, I'm sorry for bothering you with me. If you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way." Some of the Noah was about to say something before I had cut them off by leaving quickly out the door. I had felt so trapped and confined in that room. On one hand, I felt like I was a cat surrounded by dogs, but on the other hand, it felt like comfortable around them. Like I wanted to be with them. No. There was no like or want. Such selfish thoughts will break me. I don't want that. I quickly felt my way around before I found familiar surrounding again to lead me back to my room. As I entered, Lavi wasn't back, which gave me time. I quickly stripped off my uniform and felt around my cursed arm. It felt like my whole body was burning as the curse continued to reach forward, closer and closer to the main part of my body. Eventually, these black stigmas will consume me completely and I'll be no more.