I'm not dead! I've been concentrating on my other story, Mana's Son and sort of forgot about this. Please enjoy this chapter.
My master was leaning against the grave of his foster father, Mana. The kind man had died less than a week ago, in a carriage crash. Tears flowed down Allen's pale cheek, as he sobbed silently. I tried to calm him, but he had seemed to have blocked off his mind. I couldn't blame him; Mana was the first person who had ever been kind to this broken child. That man had given Allen a name, and with it, a life.
Suddenly, I sensed the overwelming presence of dark matter. No. It can't be. NO. A shadow fell over the grave and a sickly sweet voice descended through the air. "Would you like me to revive him for you?"
Allen, run! Don't listen to him! Damn it, he's closed off his mind. Despite my protests, Allen looked up into the Millenium Earl's grotesque grin and circual glasses. Tears stained the boy's face and matted his hair as broken silver eyes met hard golden ones. The noah bent over the gravestone, his terrible grin widening and contorting the rest of his face. "You...can bring Mana...back?"
The Earl straightened up and waved a glove hand to his right. A swirling mass of dark matter emerged from the ground a formed itself into the crude skeleton of an akuma. Instead of arms, there were two blunt blades, almost like clubs. The monsters eyes were hidden, like the pain and suffering all akuma lived in. The very sight of the monster made my blood boil. "Just call his name and Mana will return from your despicable god!"
Allen weakly stood, looking at the skeleton with longing. "He'll..come back?" said Allen, his voice weak from crying. No! Allen! However he couldn't hear me and the air was filled with his shout. "Mana!"
The name was enscribed on to the skeleton's fore head in loopy cursive as it jerkily raised its head as it stepped out the frame containing it. With a voice like nails on a chalkboard, it croaked," Al..len?"
A brillant smile lite up Allen's face, but it was wiped off his face with Mana's next words. "How dare you turn me into an akuma?"
The skeleton approach my master, raising its dull, club-like arms. I willed my master to move, but it was fruitless. Mana slashed downwards, raking across the boy's left eye." I curse you, Allen Walker!"
I was dully aware of the pain in my master's eye as I activated. His mitten ripped apart as what used to be his arm transformed into an enormous silver claw, a ring of spectral green fire circling his shoulder. Wait. Claw? I could feel Allen's will tugging me back, preventing me from fully activating.
I cleaved through Mana, destroying him partly, and sending him sprawling. Despite Allen's protests, I scuttled towards the half demolished skeleton.I couldn't let Allen get hurt.
"Allen... I love you. Please destroy me." Mana's voice seemed to filled will static. A moment later, I slashed through him.
I hope you enjoyed that. I REAPEAT. I AM STILL ALIVE! REVEIW!