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I could feel when the bullet hit, pushing forward, dragging my body along.
Leaning backwards, closing my eyes "Oh, I'm gonna fall down"
Feel the roof's edge slid underneath me, pushing me away, knowing, I'm going down for a fall.

Opening my eyes, seeing how the roof stood higher and higher.
I felt it. My body crashing down on the street. Just like a doll that was pushed of the table, unable to do anything, the doll fell on the floor. I could taste a faint taste of blood in my mouth.
I couldn't feel my back, did I break my spine? Turning my head to look at my arm that seemed melting, seeing how blood gushed out. The red liquid running out, making a small river down the street.

"That's where the bullet hit, right?"

Hearing steps running towards my body. I needed to get up, they can't find me here.
Noticing my body didn't move. I need to get up, NOW!
Cursing and biting my lips, forcing my legs to stand.

It's my body, why won't it listen? Barely standing on my own legs, I started walking slowly forward.
Hearing my blood drip on the streets. Drip, Drip, Drip
Leaning forward, but trying to resist falling. Pressing my right hand, on the bullet hole on the left arm.
I couldn't see where I was walking, I must have walked against walls over and over again.
My sight was hazy.

I could see that my sight was turning black. I could have called for the akumas, why didn't I think of that?
I just pushed myself forward, until I felt like I was bumping to someone. Hearing that someone in front of me fall down.

Shit, was it the patrol? Who is it? I can't see…

"Ouch, that really hurt" a voice said. "Hey, you're bleeding? Are you ok?"

Fuck it, I'm dead anyway, let me go to sleep now.

I could feel how someone wrapped his arms around me, the person had a flat chest, so I assumed it was a man. I could feel him covering me, hiding me.

I could hear faint footsteps running towards us. "Where is he?"
Hearing how the footsteps noticed the man standing there in middle of the streets at night.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" the patrol said.

"Aww… come on, I'm just a tourist" the man said.

I could hear another person standing next to the man say "We do no harm, we are Bookmen, uncovering the hidden history" the man said. I could hear him take some sort of paper out of his pockets, showing it to the patrol.

The patrol moved on.

"Are they really that stupid, not noticing that we're hiding you right in front of them" the man giggled.

He took away the cover. The man wore a cape.
"So that's where he had been hiding me, holding me so I didn't slump down on the street" I thought.

The other man standing next to the one who had been hiding me, looked like an old man.
The old man looked shocked when he saw me.

Haha… probably noticing my white hair.

I could see his mouth mumble some words "The cursed"
The other man who was holding me had red hair and was wearing a bandana.
He had beautiful green eyes, I noticed he had an eye patch covering his right eye.

"We are bookmen, we uncover the hidden truth" The old man said "We do no harm"

I flinched, should I trust them?

"They do no harm, my dear nephew"

"Well we can't stay here on the streets, they'll find ya" the redhead said, turning to the old man
"Shall we look for cover?"

I pointed at the forest. They seemed to notice and started walking to the forest.
When they stepped in the forest, I started to sing the song with my weak voice.
Gasping air, it seemed impossible to sing.

The old man just pressed his finger against his lips when the redhead tried to interrupt.
As soon as I finished the song, a gate opened in front of us.

I think the red head seemed surprised, I don't know, I don't remember much.

Just let me sleep now…

Allen woke up in the white city. He noticed he was in the ark.

He tried to stand, but the old man standing next to him slapped him face telling him to stay still.
Allen tried to look at his back, noticing many needles on his back.

"You have hurt your back really bad" he said "Not to mention your arm looks like crap"

"It has always looked like crap" Allen murmured.

The redhead standing behind the old man leaning against the white wall looked surprised.

"Eh? Has your arm always looked like that?" he seemed shocked.

"Ever sense I was born" Allen murmured back.

"I thought that was from abuse, like someone trying to burn your arm off or something"

The redhead shut up after the old man gave him a cold stare.

After a couple hours the old man took the needles out of Allens back, telling the redhead to lift Allen up.
Allen told them about the room with a piano that had a couch. He pointed the way.

After walking the many steps up to the tower. They put Allen on the couch to rest.
The redhead lied down on the floor sticking his tongue out.
He was really tired after carrying Allen up all those stairs.

"Why would you help me" Allen said, he was confused. To actually help him.

"Isn't it obvious to help each other" the redhead grinned "The name's Lavi, and that panda there is Bookman" he pointed at the old man.

Lavi sat up and noticed the mirror where Neah stood walking around, being concerned.
He looked around the room, noticing there wasn't a man with gray skin standing in the room. But he was reflected in the mirror.

"What the hell is that" Lavi shouted, pointing at the mirror.

Bookman just sighed and gave Neah a happy smile "You're concerned about his health aren't you"

"Yes, it's my fault he got that way"

Lavi just pointed at the mirror. "He – he- he can talk?"

Neah chuckled, waving to Lavi.

"You're the so called cursed aren't you" Bookman said.
Lavi got silent, how could he say something like that to a boy who they just met.

Well the boy had white hair and had an… unique arm and a scar on his face. So Lavi didn't really say anything.

Allen just bit his lip, turning to look up in the ceiling. He nodded.
Bookman noticing that his eyes got watery, he wanted to cry.
Bookman sighed and smiled.

"I know that you haven't done anything wrong"

Allen turned his face against him.

"How the hell do you know? Because of me 31 people died" he cried out, biting his lips, holding back his tears.

"Because I know someone like you wouldn't do anything, you just wanted to be accepted" he said "But after living all these years alone here, you gave up hope"

Allen couldn't hold back anymore, he cried.

"I-I- just don't know what to do anymore, after he saw me. He knows who I am" Allen cried out.

Lavi seemed shocked, not knowing what to say.

"And that's probably why you killed the villagers" Bookman sighed looking at Neah.

Neah just turned his back, pretending he didn't hear anything.
Lavi walked to Allen and patted his head.

"We aren't here to hurt ya" he grinned

"So Neah killed the villagers to give them a warning not to hurt Allen…
'So the the cursed one prays his love to the witch' huh…" Bookman recorded.

Allen put his hand over his face, covering his eyes opening his mouth to say a quiet

"Thank you"

'Two people standing on the outside, noticed that the hourglass was full.'

Remember again how I told you about Allen trapped in the hourglass screaming for help to those who stood outside…

Well hope you liked this chapter. I'll probably release another chapter later today…