"What do you mean you don't know Allen!? We have to help!" Johnny exclaimed, shocked, at Allen.
"It's not that I don't want to help… something just doesn't feel right about him…" Allen said, regarding the boy with skeptical eyes.
"If you are talking about why I am in here, it is because those people took over Pandora Headquarters. After all they can't be the good guys. They just left me here to die after they milked me for all I knew," the boy spoke slyly, only further erasing any sense of trust Allen felt for him.
"How do I know you didn't do something to deserve being locked in here?" Allen asked with his suspicion echoing in his slow words.
"And after I went to all this trouble to be the one to speak, it seems I can't convince you. How sad. I guess I will be trapped in here until the world or this body falls into the Abyss… Or dies… whichever comes first…" the boy said with a slow and creepy smile, as though he didn't care what happened. Allen could only stare at the strange boy, the smile unnerving him. Not only that, but what he spoke of made no sense. Allen had not a clue what he meant when he spoke of something falling into "the abyss".
"What are you talking about? What is the "Abyss"?" Johnny was the first to voice his confusion. The only made the boy's smile widen, his eyes narrowed in a queer fashion.
"You must be either stupid or foreigners. The Abyss is where sinners fall and where my sweet Lacie is waiting, thrown in for the sin of having the eyes of the Child of Misfortune. Soon the world she loved and hated will fall into it as well,"
Allen's eyes widened in surprise, the Abyss more than likely something similar to Hell, or so it appeared to him. But as Allen was about to voice this, the boy's face changed once more, fading back into its blank mask. His head fell to the ground where he appeared barely conscious. No longer did he feel uneasy around the boy, as though the entire sinister atmosphere vanished completely. The boy once more appeared to be nothing more than that; a lost and wounded child.
"Did you just see that Johnny?" Allen turned to his friend, wondering if Johnny might have made any better sense of it.
"If I would say anything, he might have been possessed or even have a split personality disorder," Johnny spoke, rubbing his chin. What he said made sense and was the only reasonable explanation for the dramatic change of personality.
Allen crouched down so that the boy could easily keep him in view. The white pony tail over hung over his shoulder as Allen leaned forward so his face was only inches from the bars.
"Are you alright?" Allen's voice was gentle and full of concern.
"It doesn't really matter… I won't die even if this body does… I am merely borrowing it…" The boy's words were scattered, spoken as though he was in a daze.
"Who did this to you?"
"Gilbert…"
"Who is Gilbert?"
"He was my servant and my best friend… now he is back with his original master again though…"
"Your best friend shot you!? How horrible!" Johnny interrupted loudly. He was rewarded with a hand over his mouth.
"Shh… You will alert the guards…" Allen's voice was hard and urgent as he said this. With an embarrassed blush, Johnny nodded. Allen sighed and released Johnny's hand, before turning back to the boy. For some reason he felt bad for him.
"To get shot by your best friend and then imprisoned must be quite the shock. That must be the reason you look so down, hm?"
"It doesn't matter… things are as they should be… I am a monster, who can only destroy and is completely incapable of protecting anything… Such rights as mercy, I do not deserve…"
Allen cringed inwardly at that. Whatever could make a person think such a thing!? Allen yelled in his mind, asking himself why. He knew that he was just being a hypocrite, but still… he had his reasons.
"You really should value your life more," Johnny said with an oddly friendly smile. The boy merely stared back at the two, with the eyes of someone broken.
"Tell me… is it possible for a fake soul to feel any real emotions on its own..? I only feel numb…" the boy rambled, his eyes gaining a faraway look as he was lost in thoughts before wincing at the results.
"You know what, I don't know. Say, how about you find out on your own?" Allen said with a smile, though inside he felt hollow. He had felt that way since he left the order. The more Nea took control of him, the more he was broken with his heart being eaten away. Still, he had to try and smile for the sake of those around him.
"Huh?" The boy's puzzlement was so obvious Allen had to suppress a small bout of laughter.
"I am going to break you out. You honestly don't appear the type to do anything to warrant this kind of treatment. But in return can you help us? We are kind of lost," Allen said, rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed.
"Yeah… I can… maybe…"
"Good! Now then, before I get you out I must ask you something really important,"
"What is it…?" The boy spoke after a few minutes, his words coming out hesitantly as though he was afraid to ask for some reason. Allen couldn't help, but wonder why, yet he kept his curiosity to himself. He had his own purpose for doing things this way. He knew he was no longer in his own world and he couldn't help, but feel this boy might be able to help explain why. But those thoughts were better left until later. So pushing down his own growing dread and wonder, he put on that fake bright smile.
"Tell me, what is your name?"
Well here is the next chapter of 20 Hearts 'til Gray. Oh and there is actually a reason behind the number 20. -smiles- That's how many chapters there will be!~ Isn't that great?~
So I hope you enjoyed it. Please do comment and tell me what you think. I absolutely LOVE to hear the opinions of others. Be sure to check out my other fanfics... none of which I have actually finished... -tear drop- Anyways chapter 3 will be out soon so until next time, see ya!