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Chapter 17
Time Frame — Night of March 27th, 1896
—3rd Person POV—
~Allen~
In the bedlam of shrieks and shouts, Allen felt torn, frantically flitting his eyes about, unsure of which enemy to confront first, his cursed eye seeming to tug him in every possible direction, the vertigo from the enormous amount of wailing souls causing him to stumble slightly. Around him, scientists scrambled to escape the carnage, but Akuma blocked the exit, and General Tiedoll was forced to activate his technique, Embracing Garden, in order to keep them all safe. Miranda had also activated her own Innocence, creating a dome, thankfully pulling Timothy in with her, while Lenalee, Kanda, and Alma tag-teamed the Level 4. Bookman, Lavi, and Daisya were forced to confront the horde of Level 3s.
Allen took this all in, in a split second, and ultimately, his narrowed eyes landed on the most dangerous enemy to invade their Headquarters. The Noah.
Beside him, his Master smirked, drawling around the cigarette hanging from his lips, "Just a Level 4 attack, you idiotic apprentice?"
Despite the chaotic situation, Allen couldn't help but quirk his lips into a small smile. "You never asked for the details, Master."
They charged.
Devitto and Jasdero didn't bother wasting time playing games with their bombs. Not against two generals. By the time Allen and Cross reached them, deafening gunshots rang out, and through the smoke, Allen was able to make out the single, bonded Noah, leering sinisterly, chilling orbs of jagged ice materializing in each hand. "Ready to play, Exorcists~? Hihihihih!" Jasdevi cackled madly in their synchronized voices, flinging the ice their way. Allen shuddered slightly; despite dodging, he could still feel the bitter cold from where the ice smacked against a pillar, crawling along it and incasing it in its piercing grip.
But it didn't stop there. Jasdevi was as swift and sharp as lightning; a mere blur to Allen's eyes as they continued to hurl all manner of projectiles against them. The fourteen-year-old was forced to dodge and weave around scorching orbs of flames, concussive blasts, and slimy green poison as he attempted to near the Noah while simultaneously hauling out his Sword of Exorcism, not bothering to dodge the flare of bullets fired by his Master, as he knew all too well that they'd reach their destined target. But Jasdevi severed the bullets with their razor-sharp, spikes of hair, and when one managed to hit its mark, the Noah of Bonds roared, casting an immense, mud-like creature, with the appearance of sludge-covered, human corpses upon his Master. Allen winced, recalling the suffocating feeling of being drowned in the creature known as Grudge.
But it created the opening he needed.
Flinging himself across the remaining distance with the help of Crown Belt, Allen lurched down with a shout, his sword aiming for Jasdevi, before being forced into a painful halt.
Allen gasped as the jagged thorns of Jasdevi's hair wrapped around him with unimaginable speed, callously piercing him when it could, and crushing his right wrist with enough force to allow for his sword to clatter to the ground. "Not ready to quit yet, little Exorcist?" Jasdevi giggled, leaning in with an ugly smirk. "You know, the Earl told us about you, traitor!"
Allen glowered. "You're not the only one with that ability! Crown Belt!" he shouted, strands of his cloak wrapping around the Noah like a mummy and allowing for Allen to wrench free as he called back his sword, just as his Master obliterated the Grudge creature with his own roar of frustration, what with getting his clothes and hair dirty and whatnot.
Jasdevi ripped through the cloak, but rather than being further enraged, they cackled madly, calling, "Why don't we make this a little more interesting~?"
Allen narrowed his eyes in suspicion and was then forced to chase after the psychotic Noah, gritting his teeth when he realized how near they were to scientists being protected below. But what did Jasdevi hope to do? General Tiedoll's defensive Innocence technique was practically impenetrable—
And it was too late by the time Allen took notice of Miranda, momentarily slipping her upper body out of Time Record's dome, valiantly attempting to drag the body of a scientist that had been left behind, inside; because by then, Jasdevi had already swooped in and captured the young woman with a mad cackle as she shrieked in surprise, the dome falling apart once her body lost contact with it and leaving Timothy out in the open and vulnerable.
"Damn it," Allen cursed, and then quickly called back to the other general, "Master! Take Timothy to safety!"
"Don't tell me what to do, brat!" he shouted back, but did as asked, much to Allen's relief.
Jasdevi twirled and jumped madly about, leaping onto crumbling pillars and then onto higher level floors, nimbly dodging Lavi's rampaging torrent of flames, before Allen managed to catch up with the Noah, General Cross not too far behind them. Jasdevi finally paused on one of the floors, whirling to face him.
"Let. Her. Go," Allen growled, slowly enunciating each word as he readied his massive sword, mercury eyes burning with rage and narrowed to slits.
"Or what?" Jasdevi's voice overlapped one another's flawlessly as it lowered to a whispered taunt. Their lips slowly stretched into a sharp-tooth grin, one hand meticulously sliding over Miranda's shoulder and griping her neck, the other bracing against her head. The older woman could only whimper in fear, gulping heavily and trembling as Jasdevi continued to grip her in his painfully tight hold.
With an infuriated snarl, Allen moved forward, but it was too late. Smirk not abating, Jadsdevi swiftly and forcefully snapped Miranda's neck.
Crack!
Allen froze.
Ba-dump.
He felt lifeless, as every single feeling and thought drained out of him, leaving him hollow.
Ba-dump.
Everything was muted.
Ba-dump.
It was like his entire body was in another plain of existence, floating and falling at the same time. Watching as her lifeless body fell, slapping against the concrete, it was like he was being crushed underneath a roaring ocean that beat the air from his lungs. The stillness of his body sent lashes of crawls up his arms and his ears were filled with nothing and everything at once; sounds muffled and garbled through the thunderous beating of his heart.
And then, came the rage.
Ba-dumpba-dumpba-dumpba-dumpba-dumpba-dumpba-dump.
His blood rushed and pumped like scorching lava throughout his body, boiling in his gut and roaring in his ears. His pounding heart sped up and hammered furiously as it was squeezed and compressed underneath the searing pressure of his fury, breath coming out in halting gasps, body quivering with unconcealed rage as his expression contorted into demonic, all-consuming anger, nostrils flaring, eyes flashing, and a snarl gurgling in the back of his throat.
And unbeknownst to Allen, liquid gold began tainting his eyes, skin darkening to ash.
"AAAARRHHHHHH!"
Kill. Kill. Kill! KILL!
The mantra consumed his being, urging him—urging him to slaughter and tear apart the other Noah; to crush him in his hands as hot blood spilled and oozed between his fingers; to watch as his eyes dimmed and his body became limp. The unfulfilled bloodlust coursed throughout every pore of his body, blinded by the rage. He needed to butcher him, to extinguish, to destroy! TO KILL!
"Allen."
The single word seemed to bring the world to halt, and suddenly he was back. Noise was loud and booming, chaotic explosions thundering in the background as his comrades fought against the Akuma, the Level 4 cackling somewhere up above mingling with the cries of scientists below. And in his wake, lied the Noah of Bonds. No longer was his sword unsheathe, but rather, it was his claw gouging into Jasdevi, organs, intestines and blood spilling and marring the white of his cloak. The raw power of Innocence coursed throughout the Noah, obliterating the memories of the Noah within, but it was the mutilated wounds that ultimately killed him.
Allen stumbled back, trembling, eyes wide as they dimmed down to a dull gray, skin paling to a pasty white. "W-what have I done…?"
His Master, who had paused in attacking once he noticed the ex-apprentice giving into the Noah, stepped up and kneeled beside his quivering form. "What happened to not giving in?"
Allen snapped his head up. "W-what?!"
"You promised never to give into the Noah," Cross said, surprisingly patient, "But from where I was standing, you looked plenty Noah to me. Gray skin; golden eyes; and the killing intent that only one of them could produce."
"I…" Allen trailed off, horrified. And then, his eyes caught the sight of Miranda's limp corpse. He stood abruptly, growling, "I don't have time for this!" Still trembling, with tears welling and spilling down his blood-splattered cheeks, Allen carefully picked her up, gently cradling her head, pointedly ignoring his Master as he swiftly made his way back down to the floor of Lab 5.
"G-General Tiedoll," Allen's voice cracked as he called through the curtain of glowing, thorny vines. The much older General was quick to respond, allowing a small entrance to form between the white vines, and Allen slipped through.
"Oh my…" General Tiedoll whispered, eyes wide at the sight of Miranda's quickly paling body.
"I-I'm sorry," Allen managed to choke out, his vision blurred with tears, "I-I couldn't save her."
"W-what happened?" Timothy stepped up, expression sickened as he watched Allen gently lay Miranda down. "A-Allen?"
"I'm sorry, Timothy," Allen whispered.
"I'm going out there," Timothy abruptly growled, running for the small gap.
Suddenly alert, Allen took a rough hold of the flailing boy. "No, Timothy! Those are Level 3s we're fighting! You're not ready!"
"B-but they killed her!" Timothy shouted back, bursting into tears, "She protected me and they killed her!"
"I know. I know," Allen murmured, holding the boy close to him. Timothy didn't protest, crying and hugging the older teen. "But you know what, Timothy? I'll help you grow stronger, okay?"
"As for now," General Tiedoll stepped in, gently tugging Timothy away from the white-haired general, "Your Master needs to go out there and fight beside his comrades, alright?"
The cerulean-haired boy nodded, not protesting this time as he sniffled and wiped at his tears. Allen shot the older general a grateful glance before quickly slipping back out, the gap in the vines closing as he headed to where he knew the rest of his comrades were fighting, and once he arrived, it was to the sight of Lenalee invocating her Innocence to its maximum level into a weapon known as her Falling Technique: Iron Shackles. Allen watched with wide eyes as her power condensed into her dark boots and meshed them into an immense morass of overlapping blades, and in the blink of an eye, she was hurdling down, right onto the shriveled body of the Level 4.
A colossal blast rocked the castle as the Level 4 Akuma detonated, blowing Allen and the rest of the Exorcists back against the already-crumbling walls. Allen coughed up a bit of dust, and then shoved all of the rubble aside, not wasting a single second. Hauling out the Sword of Exorcism, he quickly jumped back into the fray, exorcising all the surviving Level 3s left and right, trying to lose himself in the battle, but it ended all too quickly, and by the time his comrades managed to find the strength to return, Allen's cursed eye had already deactivated.
"They're gone," Allen gasped as he landed among them, chest heaving from exhaustion and aching with repressed emotions. They all slumped over in relief.
"M-my legs," Lenalee whimpered, still in the epicenter of the explosion, where they had all gathered. Her legs appeared to be covered in rings, from where her Innocence had caved in and almost killed her due to the forced synchronization.
"Che," Kanda growled, as his sword crumbled and tossed it aside, helping Lenalee up.
"Damn, where's gramps?" Lavi demanded. At this, they all immediately began to flit their eyes about, looking for a sign of the Bookman.
"Ah, Lavi?" Alma called, as Daisya began pulling the elderly man from underneath a pile of rubble.
"Shit!" Lavi cursed, limping over as fast as he could and gently lifting Bookman into his arms.
"What the hell happened to the pair of Noah, anyway?" Kanda demanded, causing the rest to turn to Allen and freezing in anticipation and a bit of worry.
Allen turned and began walking away from the wreckage, unable to look them in the eye.
"Oi! I asked you a question, beansprout!"
Allen paused. "I killed them."
Time Frame — Night of March 28th, 1896
Despite the decaying state the Order was in, a funeral for Miranda and the few scientists that were lost was held the next day.
"I'm leaving," Allen decided to announce once the service was over, dull eyes glued to Miranda's coffin. His comrades immediately began to protest, until Allen continued on listlessly, as if they hadn't spoken, "I know we're all supposed to be helping with the move to the new Headquarters, but I got permission from the higher ups on the grounds that Timothy is in need of a lot more training against live Akuma. I won't need to return until you actually depart for the new HQ, as I'll be needing to make an Ark gate once we arrive."
"… You sure about this, squirt?" Daisya finally asked, though hesitation marred his tone.
Allen simply nodded, pivoting on his foot and effectively ending the conversation as he walked away, Timothy in tow.
Time Frame — Afternoon of April 9th, 1896
"I can do it!" Timothy insisted stubbornly, legs spread apart, arms crossed mulishly across his chest, and cherubic features scrunched into a glower. Though frankly, it looked more like a pout to Allen.
With a sigh, Allen tiredly dragged a hand down his face, before turning back to the determined boy and stressing, "No, Timothy! You just barely gained the ability to posses Level 2 Akuma, and I'll be damned if I allow you to hurt yourself by attempting it on a Level 3 so soon. We'll have plenty of time for that."
"No we won't!" Timothy shouted back, almost blubbering as he continued desperately, "There is no time, Allen! Next time it'll be you getting killed, a-and if I don't get stronger—"
Allen swiftly crouched before him, tugging him into a hug as Timothy burst into tears, his grip tightening as his frustration leaked through. "I'm sorry, Timothy. I-I know I let you down; Miranda wasn't supposed to die! If I had just let things run its course… If I hadn't meddled… M-Maybe then… Miranda was never meant to die like that…"
"… I-I don't blame you," Timothy eventually whispered, sniffling.
Allen smiled bitterly, his own eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I know. But I do."
"D-don't," Timothy furiously shook his head against Allen's chest. "It was that stupid Noah's fault! … I'm glad you killed him…"
Allen stiffened. "Don't say that."
Timothy drew back, tear tracks drying along his cheeks and topaz eyes narrowed in confusion. "Why not? He was a monster!"
Allen recoiled back with a cringe, before exhaling heavily. "It's… complicated. To be honest, Timothy, I still don't understand the Noah much myself. You're right; sometimes they can be monstrous. And at other times…"
"They can act human," Timothy finished for him with a small nod, causing Allen to lift his eyebrows in slight surprise. Timothy elaborated, "I saw it too. When we met those Noah back in Spain; they didn't sound anything like the people at the Order said they were. They were kind of weird, and not that nice, but they seemed genuine. It was strange…"
"Strange is a good word for it," Allen attempted to force a smile, though it came across as stilted and awkward, and only ended up crumbling as he sighed once again.
"But still," Timothy brought back the old argument, though seemingly more subdued this time around, "We really don't have all that much time. I still remember what those Noah said, about the Earl not willing to play games anymore."
"… You're right," Allen eventually admitted with a troubled frown. "But, you need to be careful, Timothy! I mean it! The second you have any trouble, come right back!"
Timothy immediately straightened up with a relieved grin. "Don't worry, Allen! Tsukikami will also keep an eye on me!"
Allen shook his head in disbelieve, still skeptical of the fact that Timothy's Innocence had a personified version, but then figured that stranger things had happened. "Alright, it drifted off somewhere in this direction," Allen began, treading deeper into the bamboo forest where they were located somewhere in China. "And be ready! It won't be too long before it senses our Innocence, so it'll probably come charging in."
Timothy nodded furiously, tugging his headband down, the azure gem on his forehead beginning to glow softly. Allen then followed his lead, activating Crown Clown with a soft command, feeling more relaxed once the soothing weight of the radiant, white cloak rested on his shoulders, his left fingers elongating into familiar, sharp claws. Claws that now knew the taste of blood… Allen angrily shook his head at the thought, shoving the memories towards the darkest and deepest crevices of his mind.
"Here it comes," Allen was quick to warn the younger boy, taking a hold of his shoulders, and just as the Level 3 burst through some nearby trees, the white-haired teen felt Timothy's weight suddenly drop as his spirit departed. Allen gently set him down, eyes glued to the struggling Level 3.
"What is…?!" chocked out the Level 3, as Timothy's spirit relentlessly attacked him, looking for a way in. Allen grimaced as he watched the continued thrashing of the Akuma, and he was about to demand for Timothy to return, when suddenly the Level 3 came to a forced halt.
"Did he—?" Allen wasn't a given a chance to finish his thought, as the explosion of the Akuma rocketed the small clearing, and Allen shielded them both with his cloak as Timothy's spirit slammed forcefully back into his body.
"I—!" Timothy wheezed, seeming to choke on his own breath, gasping and coughing before his eyes rolled back and he became limp once again.
"Damn it!" Allen cursed frantically, already blaming himself as he checked to see that Timothy was still breathing, but even confirming that brought little reprieve. "Timcanpy!" Allen demanded anxiously, becoming slightly relieved when the golem flew down and began to flutter restlessly before him. "We've been here before! Do you remember where the Asian Branch is located? It shouldn't be too far; do you think you could lead us there?!"
Tim bobbed his head up and down in confirmation and then began to lead the distressed boy as fast as he could and Allen could only continue to run with all his might, gently cradling his young apprentice in his arms.
Time Frame — Night of April 10th, 1896
"You're lucky he received so little damage. Forcing himself to synchronize like that… Certainly not as bad as Lenalee, from the reports that I read, but it's still a cause for concern. He'll need bed rest for at least a couple of days, to regain the energy he's lost, but fortunately for him, his synchronization doesn't seem to be damaged from the stress he caused it. Despite that, I'd recommend for him to at least go easy once he returns to using it," Bak Chang finally finished in his solemn tone of voice.
Allen didn't even bother asking as to why it wasn't the doctor caring for Timothy that was informing him of this, but rather, every word coming from Supervisor Chang only seemed to add to the weight resting on Allen's shoulders, growing heavier with every word he spoke. "Right," Allen croaked, "I apologize for this."
Bak eyed him critically before finally saying, "You know, I spoke with Timothy when he momentarily regained consciousness. He didn't say much, but he did admit it to it being his fault. I know he's your charge, but as an Exorcist himself, he's within his rights to be treated as an adult. You can't always be held accountable for others' actions."
Allen shook his head furiously in protest. "No! I… It was still me who gave him permission to attempt to do what he did. So it's me who's responsible for what happened."
"He said something along those lines too," Bak admitted, expression softening, "About you blaming yourself. I'm guessing you also blame yourself for what happened to that Exorcist; Miranda, I believe her name was."
Allen could practically feel his heart come to a stop, breath catching in his throat as he became rigid. "You've been speaking to Komui," Allen finally commented blandly, once he regained his breath.
"Maybe," Bak eluded, and then continued, "But you avoided my allegation, so am I right in assuming it's true?"
"And if it is?" Allen had yet to relax from his stiff posture, this being the last thing on his mind that he wanted to converse about.
Bak shrugged in a seemingly uncaring manner. "Nothing, really. Just a curious thing is all."
"What's curious?" The silver eyed teen could feel his irritation beginning to intensify.
"How we can so easily blame ourselves for the actions of others. I mean, I bet you could hardly predict what that Noah was planning on doing. And even you did, what then? Battle is always unpredictable; maybe you could have kept his sights off of Miranda, but what would he have done next? Probably targeted one of your other comrades, and then you'd only end up feeling needlessly guilty over another's death. War is a vicious and endless of cycle of death; we all know that, but even so, the moment someone close to us dies, we think up all sorts of scenarios in which we could have prevented it, no matter how hopeless it is by then. And you, Allen, for someone who didn't seem very close to Miranda, according to Komui, have dug yourself into a pit of unnecessary self-reproach and shame. Why is that, I wonder?"
Allen couldn't find it in himself to respond, because every argument he'd come up with had been forcibly dredged up and crushed to pieces. Because even if he had decided to stay on the known path, would it have assured her survival? How could he even begin to imagine the Level 4 attack occurring in the exact same way, and in the exact same manner as before? Hell, the first time around, Cross had forced his hand into saving her when she'd been captured by Lulubell! Who's to say he'd have made it on time like he had previously?
And furthermore, Jasdevi could have ended up targeting someone else. Killed someone else. Bak was right…
Yet, despite all that…
Allen finally turned to look at the Asian Branch Supervisor in the eye, saying with determination, "You may be right. Blaming myself… Maybe I couldn't have prevented her death. But even so, coming here, earlier than I was ever meant to… I'm causing changes, Supervisor; changes that I never could have imagined. Both good,"—befriending Daisya, saving Alma—"And bad,"—Miranda dying, giving into the Noah—"And I am willing to take full responsibility for it all."
Bak frowned, "Now listen here, Walker—"
But Allen shook his head. "I'm sorry, Supervisor. I'm sure Komui must be worried, if he went to the trouble of talking to you, and I appreciate it, but I'll survive. For now, just allow me to focus on my apprentice. Still, I thank you for what you said. I've been beating Timothy into the ground with all the constant training," Allen admitted with a strained chuckled, and then became shamefaced. "I think going home would do us both some good."
"Yes, General Walker," Bak nodded gravely with a small frown, "I think you might be right on that account."
Time Frame — Afternoon of April 15th, 1896
"Wow, this is just sad," Timothy grimaced, as they walked through the crumbling corridors of the Black Order, and Allen could only nod in agreement as they carefully made their way around the wreckage. Once Timothy had been deemed fit to leave his bed, Allen had made sure the boy was truly well, and after Timothy finally complained—quite loudly—that he was stressing over nothing, Allen finally relented and opened an Ark gate leading back to headquarters, which was just a depressing sight for them both. Especially considering that every room in the large tower had been completely emptied, whether objects in said room mattered or not. After all, it wouldn't due for someone to come snooping once they vacated the place, only to find something unsavory on the Black Order.
"General Walker? Is that you?!" a young, feminine voice called from further down the corridor.
Allen and Timothy were careful to walk around the cracked pathway, until they finally ran into the source of the voice. "Mei-Ling!" Allen exclaimed, mildly surprised. "What are you doing here? And is that a new uniform you're wearing?"
"Huh? Oh, yes!" Mei-Ling nodded swiftly, a small grin lighting up her face. "Johnny just recently made them!" Mei-Ling twirled for them both to see. The young girl was wearing a formfitting, long-sleeved bolero jacket—similar to Bak's, in fact—though it was black, and rather than being lined in silver, the lining was dark crimson. Beneath it, she wore a sturdy, scarlet dress, with ruffles at the end and a thick belt strapped to her waist, along with stockings and ankle boots for her lower half.
"It's very nice," Allen smiled genuinely.
Mei-Ling beamed. "And don't worry, I know Johnny also made uniforms for you two as well!"
"Hey!" Timothy suddenly exclaimed, leaning over to her other side. "Is that your Innocence weapon?!"
"Ah, yes!" Mei-Ling nodding enthusiastically, turning slightly, and allowing Allen a clearer view of the scabbard strapped to her belt. She then unsheathed the blade, which wasn't extravagant, only appearing to be around the length of her forearm and then some. It was beautiful though, Allen had to admit, as he carefully observed, the crystal-clear reflection on the blade shining brilliantly. "It's easier now," Mei-Ling admitted, "I can still see the visions on the blade, but they came much more quickly now! I only need a quick glance for me to get the whole picture, which certainly is helpful when I actually need to use the blade in order to defeat the Akuma."
Timothy scrunched his face up. "What about when it gets covered in blood?"
"It's pretty slick," Mei-Ling shrugged, "So it usually tends to slip right off."
"Wicked!" Timothy grinned, and Allen couldn't help but feel relieved that the boy didn't have any type of blade as a weapon. God help him if had to deal with a seven-year-old trying to stab everything in sight!
"Anyway," Mei-Ling began, "General Cross said that if you came any time soon, to take you right to him! To be honest, I think he's been very worried about you, so you should probably go now."
Allen winced slightly, knowing that after giving his Master the cold shoulder, he hadn't bother talking with him, and had left soon after. He could already imagine the thump to the head he'd receive, but ultimately, Allen decided, he probably deserved it. "Alright," Allen finally nodded, "Do you mind leading the way? I'm not really sure where his room is located."
"Of course," Mei-Ling agreed with a kind smile, "The General has a habit of demanding my Mistress' attention, so that's where I can usually find her. Come on!"
The duo quickly followed after the young girl, and after climbing over numerous piles of rubble and navigating rickety staircases, they eventually reached the door leading to his Master's room. With no small amount of trepidation, Allen mentally prepared himself and then cautiously peeked in. What met his sight though, through the small crack, made him freeze.
"Something the matter, General Walker?" Mei-Ling asked, though her tone remained jovial. She made a move to push the door open.
"Don't—" Allen attempted to choke out, but it mattered not, for the door swung open anyway.
Both children took a sharp inhale.
Because before them, laid the bloodied corpses of Generals Cross and Nyne.
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