Fic: 04 14th
It's not helping is it? No matter how many pills you take, or how many injections...I'm not going away.
Allen Walker sat near the window, his breathing having slowed since his last injection. His right arm lies next to him, a bright yellow strip of rubber tying off his upper arm. Small marks, track marks create an interesting tale of what he'd been doing. Next to his arm, lies a pile of pills and needles. Timcampy sat next to him, the yellow labrador has been his constant companion and loyal friend.
You've been upping the dose, but it's not enough. You can still hear me. Can't you?
He inhales sharply, closing his eyes, ignoring the throbbing pain on his face. To him, as he stares at the window, he could see something or someone staring back. His thoughts collect and then fall away, recalling many important things. That man with the grey skin and the infuriating smile. The opposite team who tries to steal their prize and takes away their winnings. It wasn't a game, and yet he treated it as such. But even then, despite all that he did, despite all that they did, Allen will still extend his hand out to them.
"Walker!" A sharp rap on the door, stirring Allen from his drug stupor. "It's time."
Allen slowly stands, gripping the brick wall with his hand. "I'm coming, Link." He can't break down now, not when there were so many people relying on them and their success. His shaking hand sweeps the rest of the drugs into his pack. His steadying hand grabs his chrome shotgun, and his pack.
Don't worry. I won't let you die.
The door swings open, revealing the rest of the team and Link.
Even if he will.
Allen had this very unsettling feeling of arms wrapping around his torso, and a head resting on his shoulder. He waves it away with a grin, a smile that shakes away his own anxiety and hides it for another day. He ignores the deep chuckle, the way his hand shakes when he isn't concentrating.
They step out of the safe house and start on their journey.
"Hello, shonen~" The distraction was welcoming.