Okay, here's the second chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Here's an appearance of the Fourteenth :3 I couldn't help myself.
There hadn't been any Akuma attacking yet. Allen had spotted quite a few but they didn't want to take the chance to attack them just yet, since they had yet to do anything. They were level Three, and with just the two of them against about eight, in the area at least, wouldn't end well for the Exorcists.
They were quick to make their way back to regroup with Bookman and Lavi. They entered the hotel where the rendezvous point was and entered the room. Sure enough, there the two were. Lavi looked up. "Lenalady and Moyashi! How'd the patrolling go?"
"It's Allen! And we spotted several Level Three Akuma but we didn't want to chance it, there were too many. And the plan?" Allen shouted indignantly, but quickly calmed down.
Bookman nodded his approval and spoke. "We're going to search for the Innocence together and try to avoid the Akumas. If we can get the Innocence and make it to the Headquarters without an interference then the Akumas should go elsewhere in time. Should we come across three or less we attack."
Lenalee gave a curt nod. "And if we come across more?"
"Then we attempt a distraction and retreat. But we'll fight if we have to."
Allen nodded. "Alright. For now we should rest." He looked over and frowned. Three beds. Well at least it wasn't two, he supposed. "Lenalee gets a bed to herself."
They draped a cover up so she had some privacy, and that left the three of them. "Bookman should get a bed to himself." Allen stated. Lavi looked like he was going to object but a sharp jab to the ribs stopped him. Bookman nodded and walked over to his bed.
Allen looked over to Lavi, who was bent over wheezing. "Try anything and you die." Lavi raised his hands in self defense.
With that he crawled into the bed, and went to the edge so Lavi could have some room as well. He sighed in exhaustion and let his back hit the bed, he was literally asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Allen opened his eyes, but it wasn't the hotel he was at last night. "Where…?" He blinked a few times so the world focused, then realization hit. He was at the place where The Fourteenth, Neah, had officially introduced himself, as well as called Allen broken.
In fact, said person was currently standing in front of him.
"Welcome back, nephew." He smiled, but the smile didn't fit the air. "Why am I here?" Allen demanded
"Blunt as always, I see." Neah let the smile slip so he could smile before it immediately replaced the faked disappointment. "I need something to ask of you, if I may."
Allen was instantly wary. "…Something to ask? And what would that be?"
Neah smiled again, but this time it seemed genuine. Like a child gaining what said child wanted. "…Ne, let me 'borrow' that body of yours, okay? 'Allen'? I'll make it all the more better, and even let you watch!" Allen's eyes widened as he dawned on the fact that he had been tricked.
He opened his mouth to object, but before he could do just that the world began to go dark once again. The last thing he heard was Neah's laughter. It bordered between overjoyed and maniacal. It was then that Allen let go of the word he had held unwillingly inside his body.
"No!" He cried out. He sat up slowly and looked around. Something didn't feel right. He had shouted that, hadn't he? So why was nobody awake? They were all light sleepers, so there was no way they could have avoided it.
Allen tried to turn his head to look down at Lavi but no success came. The feeling was getting worse with each second that passed. He then tried moving a limb. His legs moved, but he was trying to move his arm!
A chuckle resonated throughout his mind, as if mentally. "Silly nephew, I told you I'd let you watch, now didn't I? I'll show you just what a Noah can do to a human."
His body, or rather, Neah, then stood up and made his way to the door, grabbing the white jacket Allen had brought with him and putting it on, as well as the boots that were actually fairly comfortable. With that, he walked out the door, easily ignoring Allen's cries to stop.
About an hour later Lavi woke. His arm had accidentally swung to the side where Allen had been, only to wake because of the loss of warmth. Lavi sat up and looked around, he didn't spot Allen anywhere. Something told him that Allen wasn't just going to the bathroom or getting a drink, neither.
Silently he stood up and slipped on his shoes and walked out the door. He didn't want to wake Panda-jii-jii just because of suspicion, the old man would certainly have his head if that happened.
He observed up and down the hallways and saw nothing. He sighed and walked out of the building, figuring he might as well take a walk while searching for the Moyashi.
He went up and down the streets, and was beginning to become nothing short of frustrated and desperate. He was tempted to simply take out his Innocence hammer and shoot into the air and scout that way, and he nearly did.
He gripped his stomach as the feeling of unease and wrongness got stronger. Had Allen got kidnapped? No, he would have put up a fight or caused enough noise to wake at least one of them up. Maybe the Noah… no, he couldn't point fingers just yet. But something kept pulling him towards the idea the Noah inside of Allen took over.
He paused by a store that was still open and bought a drink and thirstily drank from it, hoping that would be the problem. But no, if anything it only made it worse. He downed the rest of it and tossed it into the garbage can.
He turned a corner and got about halfway down it when he heard a few sickening sounds.
Gasp.
Pop.
Crack.
Splatter.
The last one almost made him want to turn back. He stopped at the corner and took a deep breath before rounding it, and came across a horrendous scene.
There was blood everywhere, along the walls, ground, and everywhere in-between. That wasn't the worst, thought.
There was body parts scattered about, an arm, leg, many internal organs, and he was fairly sure he saw an eyeball… as well as a heart, forcefully ripped out.
And standing in the middle of it was a bloodied Allen. Blood dripped off of his fingers, down his face and neck, dripping off of his chin, staining his once pure white coat. But one thing was for sure.
That blood was not his, and neither was the inhuman grin stretched on his face, nor the laughter that had started as a chuckle and escalated into a cackle.
"A…Allen!" Lavi gasped out, finding it hard to speak, thanks to the awful smell of blood and the shock. "What…"
The person, 'Allen', 'Fourteenth', 'Neah', whichever you prefer, turned his head and did the impossible. Widen the grin.
"Oh, an Exorcist! Ne, why don't you entertain me for a while, until I get bored of you?" The laugh returned, but it seemed like a child that had found something hilarious. Not a cackle, at least.
The light step was the only warning Lavi got before the white haired boy lunged, inhumanly fast.
"Dear God… Allen… did you let the Noah take over you?!"
Please… don't kill me for what I wrote in this chapter! Review, and tell me your thoughts, please~?
…I think I would be a good Noah. Don't you agree?
Random fact of the day: My favorite word in -Man is "Che" and in real "Baka(da)"
Hope you enjoyed the story and the fact of the day.