Hello again.
Good old . I missed this place. AO3 is where I've been, writing up Teen Wolf fanfitions.
But yeah, We are exploring a little Dark-Allen in this chappie.o
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM.
Good luck.
Allen was running.
He was stumbling through the streets of London, running for his life. He breathed heavily, darting down another snow covered alleyway and almost tripping on a combination of slate and cobblestones. Sweat dotted his forehead, some falling into his frightened silver eyes, growling slightly in the street lamp as he ran past.
He could still hear Kanda's scream echo through his head.
"Allen! Run!". He doubted he'd ever forget it.
He felt completely worthless running away like this. He was an exorcist, for the Lords sake. He was made to fight people like Tyki Mikk. Allen's body was literally poison to him, or arm/heart if you wanted to be precise.
But his poison was kinda killing him right now as well. So he didn't really trust it to do as he asked. Not if he wanted to die where he stood.
He skidded around another corner, chest heaving and booted feet slapping the ground rhythmically as he pushed froward. He tried not to look behind him, noting that the evil presence was not far behind.
He felt exhaustion pull at him, and even the cobblestones and dirty snow beneath his feet looked appealing. But he couldn't give up. He couldn't just collapse here...not after the sacrifice Kanda made.
He knew he made another of Kanda's petals fall.
But Kanda would be okay. The gash is his side will heal. And he will have time to recover, especially without this insane noah hindering him.
Allen just hoped he'd be able to check on Kanda, to apologise. But that would mean he'd have to live through this.
And that was looking more and more unlikely by the minute.
He dashed around another corner, sliding a little on the cobblestones before he launched himself down the thin alleyway.
He was trying to avoid all areas where human life would be abundant at this time of night. Namely the nightlife and shadier parts of London.
But that also meant that nobody would hear him scream. And even if they did, they wouldn't help him. This was London, and cruel times hardened compassionate hearts.
But in a way that also pleased him to some extent. No innocent person would get hurt because of him.
The citizens were too hardened to the likes of him.
And London had always been his favourite city.
His thoughts were ripped for him as his foot caught on a cobblestone. He cried out sharply, falling like a rock into the alley wall.
He caught himself against the brick with slow hands. And while he kept himself from being knocked out...it didn't really stop the eruption of blood from his forehead and palms. He felt the blood cool almost immediately in the freezing weather, congealing against his face in little ice particles.
He hissed at the pain, wanting nothing more than to just collapse against the wall and wait for his fate.
But he couldn't.
He would only die by his own terms. He wouldn't die in a alleyway. He wouldn't die before he could save another Akuma's soul.
He would not die here.
He pulled himself up on shaking feet, gripping the bloodied brick wall for leverage. Hearing insane laughter echo down the streets, he took off again.
He knew the noah could smell his blood easily. Even if he was still a hundred meters away.
And Allen knew he was slowing down, and the noah had stopped chasing him...and instead was playing with him. Allen hated nothing more than being a puppet on a string. He'd had enough of that for a million lifetimes. And so he pushed harder. Pushed himself to go faster.
But his body wasn't exactly co-operative.
He kept stumbling, hearing the Noah grow closer and closer. He growled in frustration. Throwing himself out of another alleyway and onto the empty street. He felt the moon on his back as he ran across the street, jumping into another maze of alleyways.
He sprinted down the alley, wiping the blood and sweat out of his eyes as he ran down and through more and more alleys. Hoping to get lost. Because of he didn't know where he was, the Noah shouldn't.
But the creepy bastard could also smell his blood. So that plan wasn't really going to work.
Blood was essentially a tracking beacon for Tyki.
He ran around another corner, legs aching and arms pumping. He caught himself on the alleyway corner, before flinging himself from the wall and down another dark alleyway. An alleyway which lead to another clear street.
And he almost reached the edge, before his body was flung backwards. Back into the dark, dirty and cold alley, swallowed up by the darkness.
He hit the ground hard, spine bruising on impact and cheek grazing on a particular cobblestone. And it was cold, freezing actually, down here in the snow. He tried to breathe and to clear his reeling mind before suddenly he couldn't.
His eyes snapped open, feeling the clammy and heavy presence sitting on him. Tyki grinned like a Cheshire Cat, leaning down into his personal space as his dark hands gripped Allen's pale neck.
"No more games little brother. I want to play with you." He grinned, squeezing Allen's neck tighter.
Allen choked, gasping for air. He tired to reel in his wandering mind, to focus on the danger above him.
But his mind was also suffering from exhaustion.
He gasped, feeling completely vulnerable.
"All...vulnerable" the voice struck him, shocking his mind and body still for a moment.
Before anger flooded him.
He would die before he proved Kanda right. Because he was not weak. He was not vulnerable.
He felt his anger spark his nerves like an electric current, running through him with burning rage. He snarled at Tyki, baring his teeth in a show of instinct. Tyki looked shocked at the change of emotion. And Allen took full advantage of it.
He bucked, sending Tyki's body forward and his head lowered to Allen's reach. Allen brought his head up. He slammed his head into Tyki's, ignoring the wave of dizziness and pain as Tyki's hands loosened from his neck.
Shove that up your arse, Kanda.
He lifted up his hands, shoving the Noah off him with all his energy and power that he had left.
The Noah sprawled against the alleyway wall, possibly unconscious. But Allen didn't stick around to check. He took off, but it was more of a weakened run than a sprint.
He kept running, not faltering as he heard the Noah's scream of rage. And he didn't stop to think of the consequences his action may of had.
Because he didn't want to think about what the enraged and inhuman Noah would do to him.
He just kept running, hoping somebody could save him from himself.
He gripped a wooden crate, closing his eyes and willing his breathing to stabilise.
And he desperately hoped that bloodied piece of fabric he'd ripped from his shirt and thrown down another alley would be enough.
Because he couldn't run anymore. Not if he wanted to live.
And so he had to resort to hiding.
Yes, it was very derogatory and diminutive. But he had no choice.
He had dived behind some old rotting crates, hoping the scent of decaying plant matter would be enough to hide him. He curled up into a ball, grasping one edge of the crates with a bruised and bloodied innocence hand. He held his forehead with his other hand, trying to staunch the sluggish flow of blood from his wound.
He breathed deeply and quietly, trying to slow his heart beat as his body shivered from a combination of exhaustion, fear and freezing cold.
And he was almost there when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the end of the alley. Allen fought the urge to try and run, keeping his breathing even and his heart rare slow.
He couldn't afford for Tyki to find him. He had no energy to protect himself anymore.
And he would be vulnerable...the very thing he hated with his entire soul and body.
He heard the footsteps approach, and he clutched his legs to stop himself from trying to flee. He looked down at the cobblestones and watery snow between its cracks, breathing slow and even as possible.
Before he saw something out the corner of his eye.
He snapped his head to the side, watching material settle beside him...obviously from being thrown next to him.
The bloodied strip of his shirt.
"You really didn't think that that could fool me, did you?" He heard. He closed his eyes, shivering as he heard the underlying anger in Tyki's voice.
He was all on his own. To face a noah when he couldn't even fight, not even as a human. He curled himself tighter, tucking his head into his knees and pressing himself against the cold wall.
He head footsteps right in front of him.
"How pathetic." He heard, and he winced. Because Tyki was right. He was pathetic.
He felt a hand in his hair, yanking up up suddenly and back into the cold and hard wall. His eyes snapped open against his will, staring up at the man that would take his life.
He didn't want this. He didn't want to die here.
But he never got a choice.
"Why won't you fight me, little brother?" Tyki asked, almost fondly. He felt Tyki's breath on his face, but he kept his eyes down..looking at Tyki's polished shoes.
Shoes that would soon be stained by Allen's blood
"Answer me!" He heard, before his head was yanked back, exposing his throat and forcing a him to look up at the noah.
"I can't" he growled, blood on his teeth that he bared at the man.
Tyki's eyes looked thunderous. Dark, swirling storm clouds ready to turn into a tornado.
"Too weak, too tired?" Tyki asked mockingly. "Poor little brother is too exhausted to fight back. You're so helpless now." He said, voice gaining a dark and malicious edge in the last sentence.
"...not..helpless" he growled again, trying to breathe at the unnatural angle his head was held at. "...Bastard" he spat, spraying Tyki with a fine sheen of blood.
And he grinned, before he was shoved back into the wall. Tyki held him down as he loomed over him.
"You think that's funny, little brother? Will you still be smiling when I rip your throat out?" He growled, getting down an inch from Allen's face.
"Try me, bitch." Allen gasped, a dark smile gracing his lips.
And then he was thrown. Ripped harshly from the wall and down into the snow and stones. He felt the cold seep into him where part of his shirt was missing. But before he could adapt, he was flipped over onto his back.
He fell back, grin still on his lips as he looked up at his soon-to-be murderer.
Tyki straddled him, one hand holding him down and the other poised as he summoned his tease. The striped butterfly formed on his hand, jaws clicking and screeching lowly.
Tyki grinned insanely, holding his hand over Allen's thin neck. Allen felt the sharp metal of the teases teeth latch into his skin. Ready to bite down and rip his throat out.
"Not so big now, are you little brother?" Tyki asked rhetorically. "So weak and useless. You can't do anything to stop me now. You are at my mercy!" He hissed, rage and his power over Allen claiming his rational mind. "I can do what ever I wish. I can control you, break you! I can erase you from this earth so nobody will remember you!"
Allen only smiled, letting the sarcastic and dark side of his personality overtake him.
"You can never control me, Tyki Mikk. And you can never erase me." He said, staring straight at him. "Unlike you, I have people that will miss me. I have people that love me."
"And even you, Tyki Mikk, in all your powers and abilities...do not have power over love."
Tyki growled in rage. His hand left Allen's chest roughly, reaching to snatch one of his hands. He grabbed it, holding Allen's delicate wrist.
"And yet I can still do this!" He yelled. And then a sickening snap echoed across the dark walls.
Allen clamped his teeth shut, blocking the scream until it only surfaced as a keening whine.
Tyki laughed, body shaking over Allen.
"Yeah, go ahead. Hurt me. Kill me. But you will never erase me. Neah will be erased, but I won't be." He grunted, a shaking smile still haunting his lips.
Tyki hissed again, moving his tease so he could slam his hand down and around Allen's throat. Allen could already fell the skin bruising.
"Go on. Real classic. Go for the throat, bruise it up" he encouraged, voice bordering on mocking.
Tyki snapped at him, the white contrast of his teeth shining with saliva under the moonlight. He removed his hand, before bringing it down across Allen's face.
Allens head snapped to the side, ear drum ringing as it announced his temporary deafness in that ear.
Thanks Tyki.
"How's that for you?" Tyki growled.
Allen only smiled, turning his head to stare up at the Noah unflinchingly.
He felt he tease return to his neck, cold against his sweaty and blood stained skin. He let himself breathe, let his limbs go limp and his heartbeat go quiet.
"Ready to die, Little Brother?" Tyki asked, as though he had a choice.
Allen opened his mouth to answer, before a new voice interrupted him.
"Never"
And suddenly the Noah was gone. The oppressing weight was lifted and he suddenly felt his adenine and fear slip away...leaving only exhaustion.
Arms were around him, lifting him from the cobblestones and cradling him into the warmth of a broad chest. His vision swirled as he tried to cling to reality.
And then there was a face hovering over him, visible eye serious but mouth held in a grin.
"When I said I wasn't going to let you to die, I meant by this guy as well, Little Sprout."
And then he let exhaustion claim him.
Muhahahah! Allen didn't die...yet. Too much to do before then.
See you hopefully soon, now that my ideas are flowing!
God Bless,
SephrinaRose