Hello lovelies! This is a drabble I wrote trying to get my darling muses to cooperate with me. It's after the war. Kinda a what if they killed all of the Noahs except Road because *spoiler* since they don't know her true form, they can't kill her. So they locked her up. Anyways, I don't own DGM or the characters.

The cell was small, not too small to be claustrophobic but not large enough to be considered spacious either. The white walls were padded, and lacked any sort of view to the outside world. A girl sat in the middle of room. Her blue hair fell across her eyes as she stared dejectedly at nothing. The straight jacket bound her arms; there was nothing for her to do, except sit and stare. Contemplating. On what had landed her here. She hadn't moved for days. She lost all motivation to survive. There was nothing for her to live for any more. Her family was gone. All the Innocence was out of her grasp. The Exorcists had won. Had locked her away. Had mercy on her. It sickened her. They should've just killed her. But no. Instead they locked her up in this mental facility. Bound her Noah abilities. Left her to waste away.

The door clicked open. Someone stepped inside. Road didn't look up; she didn't want to see whomever it was. They could go fall in a hole and die for all she cared.

"Road?"

Lovely, Allen. The person responsible for her imprisonment. She really didn't want to see him. She wanted to kill him. Slowly. In her head, she pictured exactly what she wanted to do to him. Blood. Blood. The beautiful crimson. Soaking his white hair. Staining it. Covering his face. Obscuring his scar. The rich vermillion. Dripping down his arms. Pooling beneath his still body.

Road cracked a crooked grin at the vision. Slowly, she raised her head to peer at her visitor through her blue bangs. Allen flinched visibly under her gaze. He could see the hate. The insanity. All the control Road had possessed over her Noah had vanished. Leaving only the burning hate. Hate for Innocence. Hate for humanity. Hate for those who killed her family. Hate for those who locked her away. Hate for him. Her hatred for all other humans had never extended to Allen before. Seeing it now directed towards him was unnerving and deeply upsetting.

"Road... I..."

He tried to speak. Road narrowed her eyes. Sneering.

"You what?" she spat. "You didn't expect the Order to do this? You didn't think they would be so cruel? You're a fool. This is how they work, didn't you know that? Taking what they fear, and locking it up as far away from themselves as they can get it! You claim you're the servants of God, and this is how you treat your enemies, even after the war ends. Humans! You're all the same! Detestable, deluded, degenerative! Of course, you, Allen, wouldn't have seen it. Even though they've done the same to you. You're their puppet. Nothing more than a pawn to them... It's rather depressing really. I had hoped that there would be a moment, just a moment, when it hit you. How horrid, how evil the Order... Humanity... Really is. But I suppose you're too much of a martyr to see it. Always having to save the poor Akumas' souls. Your friends from those Akuma. Tyki from his Noah. Everyone. Yet you just don't see it! And here you are... Visiting your enemy... Trying to save me, I suppose, from this cell. From the Order's form of torture. But no, Allen. I don't want you to save. I would rather watch you Exorcist murder my family again than let you take me away from here." Road stopped, challenging him to speak. To deny what she had said.

"Ro-"
"Get. Out. And don't come back."

Soo? Whatdaya think? As usual, R&R my lovelies! I should probably go work on S&S now...

Love and Starbucks, Ankhesa