Yello~
It's getting sad now guys. But I think I'm gonna let Allen have his last stand.
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM.
"Give him to me!" Tyki screamed, eyes flashing in rage. This was good. This would benefit Allen. This was only going to help him get closer to his goal.
...but that didn't mean he wasn't terrified.
The Noah had him pressed up against the wall, holding his throat. The thick chains weighed probably more than he did, which he was grateful for even though it hurt. Because it made up for the fact that he'd lost almost half his body weight in the last few months.
It just aided him keep his secret. But it still hurt, digging into the bones of his wrists and ankles and bruising his pale skin. But it didn't hurt as much as the hands around his throat did. 'Cause yeah...that shit hurt.
But he couldn't focus on the pain. He had to focus on what he needed to do. To focus on staying alive and getting the hell out of here. He had to stay calm, level headed. He had to not react, at least not the in way Tyki wanted. He had to keep ahead of Tyki, make sure he didn't get inside his head.
But most of all, he had to stay alive.
"I've already told you, I can't." He spat though his gritted teeth, feeling his bruises throb. The Earl clearly didn't have any qualms about Tyki hurting him rather than Neah. But then again, he shouldn't have expected the Earl to distinguish between Neah and himself. Tyki sure didn't.
He didn't mean anything to them rather than the fact that he was a vessel. They had all shed their human bodies to become monsters. All they wanted was for Allen to do the same.
And then kill Neah.
Allen was pretty sure they knew that Allen's body would become Neah's grave, should Allen die. But it seemed they were too proud to let Neah hide while they ripped out Allen's heart and stole his soul.
Or maybe Tyki just wanted to watch Neah die. There could be that too.
"Let go, boy! Just. Let. Go!" Tyki hissed, illustrating every syllable. But Allen just shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut to not show Tyki the fear within them.
Tyki growled, lifting Allen off the wall and shoving him back again. Hard. Allen's eyes snapped open as his head spun from the impact. Thoughts muddling and floating around his head uselessly.
No.
He needed to keep it together. Needed to hold off Tyki long enough until somebody found him.
Anybody would do...because he didn't know how much longer he was going to last.
He felt himself hit the ground. Or at least he thought it was. He didn't really know anymore. Could be the wall. Could be the floor. He couldn't tell anymore.
His brain was supposed to be able to at least distinguish between wall and floor. He was supposed to be a Exorcist, superior in all ways. He was supposed to see things normal people couldn't.
But now he couldn't even tell which way was up.
He laid (or stood?) limply against the mysterious surface, trying to regain some form of consciousness as his brain jumped between reality and something completely different.
He didn't even know which was which. But he was pretty sure, if his memory served him correctly, that his mirror had two presences in it. Not one.
And he was pretty sure his reflection didn't have ink-black skin and golden eyes. Because his reflection was him...wasn't it? He knew he was thin, he felt thin, felt sick. And so did his reflection. He looked ill, shirtless just like him with baggy pants hiding his other half. Chest exposed with his ribs trying to poke though his pale (dark?) skin, and his hipbones sharp enough to cut though his own skin.
So it was him, wasn't it? He certainly felt the same. Felt ill, felt tired. Felt like he was dying inside.
He looked up at his -his, yes?- golden eyes, staring at himself. He had his scar that went so deep it scarred his memory, even now. In this place that might not even be reality.
He held up a hand, as did his reflection. He could see the tendons moving beneath his skin in his reflection, doing their best to meet his minds wishes.
His hand didn't quite touch his reflection in the place he wanted, but he left a little leeway. He couldn't expect everything to work in the right way at the right time, could he?
That was a little bit too much to ask...or was it?
Allen dropped his hand from where his reflection met it, moving to tighten the thick cloth belt of his cotton pants. It was slipping, so he was tightening it. He gripped it, missing a couple times before grabbing hold. He pulled and pulled until he realised it didn't move any further.
It was as tight as it could go. It wasn't the pants fault it was slipping off. It was his. They couldn't go tight enough around his hips. Allen sighed, letting the cloth tie fall from his hands. He felt the fabric slip back down his hips as he looked up at his golden eyes.
He watched them for a second, letting his thoughts wonder.
This was the reality, right? It was calm and tranquil. Everything was still. Allen looked around the room, finding the edges and corners of it disappearing into a swirling abyss.
But that was how it was meant to be.
He looked back at the large mirror, standing free as the only object on this room/space. It couldn't. Really be a room if it had no walls, right? But...weren't rooms supposed to have walls? Supposed to support the ceiling? He frowned for a minute, running though his memories. He came up with nothing, just blank emptiness...until something sparked. A poster, hanging on a wall. A wall of a room.
A room.
He watched his eyes flash another colour in the mirror. Silver. Yes. That was right. He had silver eyes. The silver eyes were his. But this was his reflection...wasn't it?
Was this him?
He watched, confused, as his reflections placid face twisted into a snarl. He jumped back, heart rate soaring suddenly. This wasn't right. This wasn't reality. There was so much wrong here. So much that wasn't right.
He had to get out.
He leapt back, legs frail and eyes glowing bright silver. He turned and ran straight into the swirling darkness.
And it consumed him as easily as falling asleep.
He screamed, eyes snapping back to what was above him. The ceiling. It was a ceiling. He was on the floor. He was on his back. And he was looking up at the ceiling.
He was okay.
He sighed, stress escaping from him and heart settling. He was okay. It was just a nightmare..?
He frowned. Was it? He was here, in this room where his body ached like he hadn't moved in hours. But somehow, just a second ago he was somewhere else.
He coughed lightly, feeling something clogging up the back of his throat uncomfortably. He coughed until it was gone, body shaking with the effort. He felt whatever was in his throat drag down his chin. He tired to reach up to see what it was, only finding he couldn't. His hands were restricted somehow. But he could smell. Smell the iron and the tanginess. Blood.
And then everything came back to him.
Tyki. Chains. Cell. Cold.
He struggled suddenly, trying to shuffle himself backwards onto something that was concrete. Something that was a stable object in this spinning reality.
He was here. This was his reality. This was his time, this was his place. This was were he was in this time and this awful place.
This was were he was in the chronological world.
He was in a dungeon, where his only companion was a terrifying noah. Tyki...Tyki? Where was Tyki? But then the monster was in front of him like he had been summoned by Allen's thoughts.
"Oh look who it is, little brother. I hope you're feeling okay. Had to bash you around a bit until you went unconscious so you would let The 14th through". Tyki sighed like it had been entirely too onerous for him. Allen wanted to bare his teeth at Tyki, but he didn't have even enough energy for that. Because he knew Tyki had enjoyed every second.
Because, while he didn't want to necessarily hurt Allen, he couldn't care care less if it meant he could get closer to Neah.
And Allen wanted to hit himself over and over for it. Because he's tried so hard to keep Tyki from talking his way into his head, he'd let Tyki bash Neah out of him. He'd tried so hard to fight it, but Tyki had found another way.
And Allen was in no position to stop him.
It felt disgusting. Made him feel sick that Tyki could do whatever he liked. Allen had no control here, none. His tactics would no longer work because Tyki had found a way around them. He didn't have much at all before, all he had was his will to survive...
But now that wasn't enough.
Wasn't enough to save him. Wasn't enough to get him out of here. Wasn't enough of a defense against Tyki. He was a fool for thinking it could have been. So many others had fallen to him with much more left to them than Allen did. He was a fool for thinking he was special, that he could succeed were others failed.
Because, now...All he was, was a weak little boy with no strength left in his muscles or bones. With no way to fight, not even with his will.
Everything had been stripped from him. Over and over, again and again. And just when he'd thought he lost everything...it came to take just that little bit more. Just absorb the last of a defence he had left..And now he didn't even have enough strength to get angry about it.
All he could do was lay here, and hope Kanda came for him...Because otherwise, he was going to die here.
And he'd thought it horrible enough to die in that wheelchair, thought it to be so pitiful. And honestly, he'd doubted himself in how far he could fall. Because, he knew just as solidly as this thick wall behind him...that where he lay was rock bottom. At the bottom of his spiralling abyss. Sunk to the bottom of his endless darkness.
Now he was just waiting to die, in the most devestating sort of way. Because he'd been waiting to die for a long time...he just didn't know it.
But he still hoped Kanda could come get him. He would still die either way...but he'd rather die with the people he cared for. Encompassed by their love. Because it would be nice to die in a place where Tyki could never get him. Where darkness couldn't hurt him.
Because he already had enough darkness inside him. He didn't need to die within its horrible depths, clawing his face and breaking him to pieces.
And he knew, no matter what Tyki or the Earl or anybody did...Time and love would reign over all.
Because even Darkness was not stronger than chronology and love.
Chronological making a comeback :3
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SephrinaRose