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[One might be outside or catching a glimpse of the scenery through the window. But wait, Wasn't it bright and sunny just a moment before? The clouds have rolled in blocking out the golden rays, but they can't obscure them completely. The area is left in a haze of oranges and golds as if a fog had settled in. The door just passed by? Gone. The
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Something she hadn't noticed when she and Allen tried to save Suman: the skin is cold. Cold and thrumming. Like they're already dead (because they are, aren't they?), but just haven't stopped moving yet. She wrenches her hands back, and as much as she wants to scream his name, she can't, because that makes it real.
It's not real. This isn't real.
There is no way to save someone once they've begun to Fall.
Not real, not real, not real...
And while she doesn't need to look up to know she'll see a halo perfectly centred over a severed neck, that doesn't stop her. Of course it doesn't. Self-preservation didn't stop her when they did things to that boy, and now all it does is make her feel like vomiting as her eyes raise almost of their own accord- and that's when she knows it's over. The second Lenalee catches herself looking without telling herself to look (notrealnotrealnotreal), it's over.
A sour taste floods her mouth as bile rises in her throat, and as much as she hates herself for it, she also falls (oh, puns; she's so sick- oh, and there's another). This time, Allen isn't around to catch her, and that's funny, too. Up comes her empty stomach, but she's less aware of that and more of how white her clenched hands are, of how little time she has left to get away before the carnage starts...
(Fallen. Five seconds left. Go.)
But.]
You promised! You promised that I could go back to him in the end- you can't take him, too!
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It wasn't human anymore. With no head and most likely no heart how could it be? But unlike Suman's appearance or that child many years ago the creature wasn't white. No, it was red. Red like the color of her anklets should she have them. Red like blood, like life running through veins. And the texture, the texture was wrong to. It looked like broken crystal. The same as that creature she made a promise to that night when all hope seemed lost. But despite these appearances even if she bothered to see them, it wasn't Komui. It was a Fallen. Or close enough to it that it didn't matter either way.
A exhale from the back of the room. Wasn't she supposed to be the quickest, this female Exorcist? Tyki finds a more comfortable spot on resting on the table. That would make five. Five dead people. Always on the hour. A slave to the clock. Their chance of success was abysmal at best. Impossible at worst. If only time had been kinder to her. If only she had gotten here not a minute before. Things might have changed. Should have changed. But time was the enemy. A foe that couldn't be matched with swords or steel.
As she screams and shoots, Lenalee will feel something wrap around her. Something old yet new. Familiar and foreign. It settles on her shoulders and she can feel part of it go over her eyes without blinding her. In one hand there is a tremendous weight pulls it down as the handle of a weapon appears in it. And for a moment all Lenalee can see is white. Pure white.
Crown Clown.
The Innocence didn't belong to her but had wrapped around her like a protective shield regardless. It had a mind of its own. It always did. When other shards of Innocence felt so lifeless, so mechanical, this one always felt alive, considerate, watching. And as the white enveloped her words echoed in her head. Even if she plugged her ears or tried to shake it away, she'd be able to hear it completely.
Destroyer of Time
And who was the prophecy for? Allen Walker, Neah, or the Innocence wielded by both.]
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