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Chapter Three - Nocturne
After the trauma that he had endured upon entry to the Black Order Allen was delighted when he finally found himself alone in the room that would come to be his home while he was with the Order. It was a very plain room, sparsely furnished, but it seemed comfortable none the less. And after some of the places that he had stayed at during his time with General Cross it was downright lavish.
Needing a little time to digest all that had happened to him Allen sat down in the floor and used the bed to prop himself up. So much had happened to him since he had been abandoned by his master in India, and even more had happened during the hours that he had spent in Black Order HQ, and he needed a little time to digest all of it. He also needed some time to recover, not that he would ever admit this fact to anyone.
He was fairly certain that the Exorcist named Kanda absolutely hated him now but on a positive note all of the others seemed nice enough. Even Chief Komui, although he seemed somewhat crazy and Allen was still a little scared of him after the incident with the drill. The white haired youth had already made a mental note to never again injure his anti-Akuma weapon for fear of undergoing the trauma of having it repaired again. That was something that he could definitely live without and Allen couldn't keep himself from shuddering slightly.
Then there was the knowledge that he had gained after being examined by Hevlaska, which had been traumatic in it's own right. For some reason Cross had never explained to him exactly what the substance embedded in his left arm was but now he knew that it was called Innocence.
Chief Komui had informed him that there were many pieces of Innocence scattered in the world and, along with destroying Akuma, it was the job of the Exorcists to track down these pieces of Innocence. The Millennium Earl, maker of Akuma, was also searching for the fragments, so that he could destroy them, so it was a race against time to track them down before he did.
Yet another battle to be fought.
These thoughts took a backseat as the boy's gaze shifted to the single piece of artwork that decorated the room's otherwise bare walls. It was a painting of a clown and, turning so that he could better see the picture, Allen found himself thinking about his foster father. The man who had taken him in when he had nothing and had raised him as though he were his real son. The man who had taught him about living.
Mana.
He had promised the man who had raised him that he would continue to walk forward and as he gazed at the painting Allen renewed that vow, both to Mana and to himself. No matter what life threw in his path he would continue to walk forward, until the say that he drew his last breath.
"I've come so far Mana," he whispered as he reached out toward the picture. "I'm finally at the starting point."
Hopefully now that he was an actual member of the Black Order and a true Exorcist Allen would be able to put to use all that he had learned during his time with Master Cross. Thinking of the red haired Exorcist General whom he had traveled with for three years caused the youth to shudder once more. Those had been the most difficult three years of his young life and yet Allen knew that he had picked up some truly valuable skills.
No thanks to his master.
General Cross Marian had forced his apprentice to pay off the debts that he was constantly accumulating and yet Allen had still managed to learn to use his anti-Akuma weapon. Against all odds he survived his years of training and now his path had led him to the Black Order.
He would continue to battle to save the souls that were trapped inside the Earl's Akuma. Those souls were bound against their will and suffered terribly because of the things that they were forced to do. Thanks to his cursed eye, a gift from Mana, Allen could see the souls inside the Akuma. He could see just how much they were suffering and this only strengthened his resolve to save them from the unfair fate that had been thrust upon them by those that loved them.
He would work hard to free them all from their suffering.
A sense of calm descended upon the young man as the room became darker. He didn't bother to light the gas lamp that was meant to light the small room but instead allowed the darkness to envelope him. His journey would truly begin now and Allen felt a sense of excitement tinged with a small trace of fear. Just like the darkness that now surrounded him, Allen was about to journey into the unknown. To be completely honest he was a little frightened but this only made him more determined to see this path through to the end. He would continue to fight for as long as he was able.
A soft song seemed to fill the air as Allen held his left hand in the air and whispered, "Bring forth salvation to these tormented Akumas' souls."
A/N - A nocturne is a piece written for the night and this chapter is written for Allen's thoughts on his first night within the walls of Black Order HQ. Hope that you enjoyed, please leave a review and tell me what you thought.