Hours Earlier:
Natsu Dragneel and Gray Fullbuster were walking back into hallway, curious to see the boy. They spotted Mira in the kitchen and went to talk to her.
"Hey, Mira. What's up?" Natsu asked the female white-haired takeover mage.
"I'm making the kid some food. He seem better now, and I got him to talk," she replied, surprising both boys.
"Really? What did he say?" Gray asked.
"He asked me where he was. And his name is Allen Walker." Mira replied, smiling as she finished up the food and putting it on a plate. "Natsu, can you get a glass and pour tea in it?" Mira asked, Natsu doing as he was told.
"Hey, Flame-Brain. You're heating the tea up. I'm sure the boy doesn't want hot tea!" Gray yelled, making ice cubes and putting them in the glass.
"Maybe the kid likes hot tea! You don't know, Ice Princess!" Natsu yelled, heating up to cup to melt the ice.
"Boys, stop! Lets just give Allen his food. I'm sure he doesn't want to hear you two bickering like children," Mira scolded, taking the cup from Natsu and picking the plate up, "If you both wont fight anymore, then come on and follow me."
"Aye," both boys replied, following Mira to the room. They arrived, Mira smiling.
"Hey, Allen. I'm back. I brought company for you," Mira said kindly, but when she saw no one, she looked around.
"Where'd he go?" Natsu asked, looking around as he stepped into the room.
"Maybe the bathroom?" Gray questioned, and went to look, knocking on the door before entering, "Nope, not in here."
"Now where could he have gone?" Mira questioned, putting the plate and glass on the table. Natsu sniffed the air.
"He's not here. He left the room. I could smell it earlier, cuz he's wearing his cloak that was washed, and he smells like soap," Natsu said, leaving the room.
"Where are you going?" Mira asked.
"I'm gonna find him," Natsu replied, still walking toward the door.
"Maybe he left for a reason? He probably just wanted to go home," Gray said, Mira shook her head.
"He told me he didn't know where Magnolia is. Or Fiore, for the matter." Mira stated.
"He's still hurt, and confused. We cant abandon him," Natsu stated, opening the door and walking out into the main room.
"Lets get Lucy and Erza. They can help us look," Gray said, walking over to the table they were are.
"Ok. And Happy, of course." Natsu replied, walking with Gray to their teammates.
"He went... On a train..." Natsu said with much dismay. They all looked at each other and nodded.
"Natsu, we need you. Please try your best to find him," Lucy said, her hand on his shoulder for comfort. Natsu smiled, half-hearted, and they got tickets and boarded the train, heading to find the missing boy.
Present Time: Allen Walker was walking though the woods, on a path. He could tell he could easily get lost, so he made sure to watch the path carefully. He sighed, looking around him. For a while now, he has felt strange. His head felt light, like he was breathing in helium. He didn't understand anything that was happening to him. He was in a strange place, walking with no destination in mind. All he could think of was some blurred words he once heard. Or maybe said.
'I swear...I won't stop no matter what. I'll keep on walking as long as I live.'
So Allen did. Until he heard a woman's scream somewhere up the path. He stopped, wondering if he should help. But his heart already decided, running toward the scream. In a clearing, he saw a group of men surrounding two women, who looked very scared. One saw Allen and yelled, "Help!"
The men turned toward him, no weapon in sight. Allen wasn't strong, nor was he able to fight the men all together. But he ignored his brain and went with his instincts. "Get lost, boy!" One man said, turning back toward the women. Allen walked forward. The man faced him, his expression promising a painful death for disobeying him. But Allen didn't back down.
"Can we deal with him, Boss?" One of the men said and, getting a nod from the leader, was joined by another. They both walked toward the boy, who was trying to think of what to do. He look at the two women, giving them a nod, and they took the signal to run. The leader was clearly pissed to see them run away.
"Kill him slowly."
"Yes, Boss," the two replied in sync, going for the attack. Allen dodged most of the punches, only a few hitting him on his side and face. But then vines shot out from the ground and held Allen in place, not able to dodge the attacks. The two smiled, and started the real fun. Allen felt thorns wrapping around his body, slowly making their way up to his neck.
"Do you like my magic, kid? I'm a vine mage. I ain't too powerful, compared to Boss, but I can easily kill you," one of the men said. Allen couldn't tell which one said that, since his arms were to try and protect his face from the attacks.
"And I'm a poison mage. Every time I'm hitting you, you are being invaded by my poison," the other man said. Allen's hands were pulled back by one of them, the other taking the chance to beat his face and stomach up. Allen grabbed the hands holding him, his left hand feeling numb. The man screamed.
"Ow! Fuck! This kid just got me with my own thorns!" the man yelled, holding his hand. He glared at Allen, the thorns wrapping around his hand and arm. He punched the boy in the cheek, each thorn slicing his face up. Allen couldn't tell how much blood he has lost already, but he was tired. His left hand stopped the next punch, too numb to feel the thorns stabbing him. Allen felt the thorns grow, going deeper in his hand, which was becoming slippery in his blood. The other man punched his back, making Allen bend over in pain. The man took this to his advantage, kneeing Allen's stomach, making him let go of the hand and fall to the ground.
Allen laid there, in so much pain he was starting to become numb. His cloak was once again soaked in his own blood. He felt sad, the white-haired woman's hard work cleaning it went to waste. His vision blurred as the men kicked him too many times to count. He somewhat smiled as the kicked faded, still there but not. He was fading, not the kicks. That made Allen feel... content. He felt like he was supposed to... For someone...
"Allen!"
Someone yelled, in the distance, Allen not recognizing the voice that yelled his name. He could barely feel the heat the went above him, nor the feeling of snow hitting him. But Allen did feel someone pick up his head and place it on their lap.
"He's barely conscious, and bleeding out fast. We gotta get him to a doctors!" The girls voice said, and Allen thought she was an angel, for a sudden light coming from her hands. "Leo! Carry Allen to a hospital!" The girl yelled, her voice sounding desperate. Allen couldn't hear he reply she got.
'Why... She doesn't even know me... Why does she sound like I am her friend... I'm not important to her...' Allen's vision darkened as he looked up at the girl who was holding him. She had blonde hair, and a caring face. Allen was sure her smile was like the sun, which Allen felt like he knew. Allen felt his skin heat up, but it wasn't blushing. He was being burned! Allen began to panic, but the all the pain he was put through and the burns caught up with him, and he fell unconscious, the feeling of loneliness all he could feel as the world disappeared.