I think I used to have a purpose / Then again, that might have been a dream [OPEN TO ALL]
Who: Allen Walker (akumahunter), Komui Li (coffee_tyrant), and anyone else who stumbles across the aftermath.
When: A day or so after his last entry, and Winry’s apparent departure.
Where: Garden.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Unable to accept that he couldn’t protect Winry, Allen heads towards the garden to try to kill Rex, and hopefully catch the doctor’s attention. After a long and lengthy battle, the exorcist comes close to succeeding, but loses his life in the process. Feel free to come gawk at his body?
Warnings: Blood, lots of it, and sharp objects. Tear-jerker possibly?
If someone had told him the day before he’d seriously be thinking of fighting that thing, he would have smiled politely and shaken his head. He’d learned his lesson with those man-eating plants in Crowley’s castle, Allen would explain, and without any real weapon to use against them he wouldn’t stand a chance. But yet here he was now.
It happened so quickly. A sketchy plan, which slowly became clearer. Throwing his computer to the ground and breaking it, sifting through the mess for something to use as a weapon. And then finally throwing his door open and heading down to the garden, where Allen now stood regarding a certain man-eating plant, trying to mentally calculate the odds this gamble would succeed…and how long he would last before someone came to drag him back.
Allen may not have been as experienced as they remembered, or as battle-worn. He may not have been able to deal with knowledge of the mysterious fourteenth Noah, or use his Innocence, or fight akuma here. But there no way he’d let a lack of anti-akuma weapons or maturity keep him from hurting the doctors in the only way he knew how.
Shinji, Chizuna, Commander Hayes, Miranda…it had hurt when they’d left. Normally, Allen tried to keep these disappearances from bothering him too much…blocking them out and focusing on all the good things he had to be grateful for; what he could do to help the people here and eventually leave. But there were some things not even Allen could let go. As distant as Winry had been compared to his other friends, the difference lay in the fact that he’d been trying to protect her. He’d looked all over the asylum for Shinji and Chizuna, and even Miranda quietly…but Winry. Winry was someone he thought he couldn’t lose. And after the nightmare…
Allen gripped the shards of metal in his hands harder, small trickles of blood dripping down onto the formerly sterile floor. After those damn nightmares…he just knew he couldn’t let things go on like this. The teenager could feel that he’d be leaving soon…going away to who knows where, away from his friends and newfound family. And there was no way he’d be going without a fight.
The giant flower loomed over him, and the exorcist looked up at it with a blank expression, though nevertheless gritting his teeth. His goals and expectations were clear, but for all he knew he had only a few seconds to meet them. Shifting into a more familiar fighting posture, he waited for a curious Rex to come just close enough…
And Allen struck. A blow to the stem, carefully placed and executed so he wouldn’t end up losing his arm to those teeth. Followed by another one, this time delivered to the side. A vine grabbed him, tightening around his waist painfully. He slashed at it, before being flung halfway across the garden and barely managing to land on his feet, catching Rex off guard when he recovered so swiftly.
The grass was soon caked with a strange green fluid as he delivered blow after blow, followed quickly by a sizeable share of red blood. Allen reeled back, clutching his shoulder, the blood dripping down his left arm; he hesitated for only a moment to register this before throwing himself at the plant again. Blinded by anger, pain, and the exhaustion that this place seemed to produce in people whether they were fighting for their lives or not, Allen lost track of time. Slash after slash, wound after wound…they all mixed in with each other, as his thoughts became murkier from the sheer amount of blood loss he had endured so far.
Which is how he eventually found himself lying on the ground, bleeding from multiple bite wounds and deep cuts. It was almost impossible to move, and breathing was both painful and alarmingly uncommon. Every bit of him throbbed with pain, and he was sure he was dying now. He could see Rex, unmoving and even worse for wear than Allen, out of the corner of his eye. That made him feel somewhat satisfied, if only for a second. He smiled.
But I’m not going to come back, am I? I’ll never get a chance to try that nice lady’s cooking, or talk to Souseiseki, Komui Hikaru or Lavi…or even Badou again. I’ll never get a chance to say goodbye to Garrus properly…and make sure he gets better.
The smile disappeared.
I’m going, I’m really going back home…or wherever the people who leave normally go. Can’t be heaven, since I’ve been practically stuck in purgatory this whole time. Pointless thoughts, cheerful thoughts...but important and sad at the same time. He’d never see any of them again…and even if he did come back, he wouldn’t remember anyone outside of the Order. Would he even be able to form the same friendships again?
Tears started to quietly stream down his face, clearing some of the blood on his face away but leaving apparent trails in their place. He reached up to rub them away. He could hear something now…where was it coming from? A waltz…a very strange waltz, out of tune, scratchy and distant, like something being played on a phonograph…
He closed his eyes.
((Since my internet was horrible this weekend and I still have lots of tags left, I'll be sticking around long enough to get them finished. >>'))
When: A day or so after his last entry, and Winry’s apparent departure.
Where: Garden.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Unable to accept that he couldn’t protect Winry, Allen heads towards the garden to try to kill Rex, and hopefully catch the doctor’s attention. After a long and lengthy battle, the exorcist comes close to succeeding, but loses his life in the process. Feel free to come gawk at his body?
Warnings: Blood, lots of it, and sharp objects. Tear-jerker possibly?
If someone had told him the day before he’d seriously be thinking of fighting that thing, he would have smiled politely and shaken his head. He’d learned his lesson with those man-eating plants in Crowley’s castle, Allen would explain, and without any real weapon to use against them he wouldn’t stand a chance. But yet here he was now.
It happened so quickly. A sketchy plan, which slowly became clearer. Throwing his computer to the ground and breaking it, sifting through the mess for something to use as a weapon. And then finally throwing his door open and heading down to the garden, where Allen now stood regarding a certain man-eating plant, trying to mentally calculate the odds this gamble would succeed…and how long he would last before someone came to drag him back.
Allen may not have been as experienced as they remembered, or as battle-worn. He may not have been able to deal with knowledge of the mysterious fourteenth Noah, or use his Innocence, or fight akuma here. But there no way he’d let a lack of anti-akuma weapons or maturity keep him from hurting the doctors in the only way he knew how.
Shinji, Chizuna, Commander Hayes, Miranda…it had hurt when they’d left. Normally, Allen tried to keep these disappearances from bothering him too much…blocking them out and focusing on all the good things he had to be grateful for; what he could do to help the people here and eventually leave. But there were some things not even Allen could let go. As distant as Winry had been compared to his other friends, the difference lay in the fact that he’d been trying to protect her. He’d looked all over the asylum for Shinji and Chizuna, and even Miranda quietly…but Winry. Winry was someone he thought he couldn’t lose. And after the nightmare…
Allen gripped the shards of metal in his hands harder, small trickles of blood dripping down onto the formerly sterile floor. After those damn nightmares…he just knew he couldn’t let things go on like this. The teenager could feel that he’d be leaving soon…going away to who knows where, away from his friends and newfound family. And there was no way he’d be going without a fight.
The giant flower loomed over him, and the exorcist looked up at it with a blank expression, though nevertheless gritting his teeth. His goals and expectations were clear, but for all he knew he had only a few seconds to meet them. Shifting into a more familiar fighting posture, he waited for a curious Rex to come just close enough…
And Allen struck. A blow to the stem, carefully placed and executed so he wouldn’t end up losing his arm to those teeth. Followed by another one, this time delivered to the side. A vine grabbed him, tightening around his waist painfully. He slashed at it, before being flung halfway across the garden and barely managing to land on his feet, catching Rex off guard when he recovered so swiftly.
The grass was soon caked with a strange green fluid as he delivered blow after blow, followed quickly by a sizeable share of red blood. Allen reeled back, clutching his shoulder, the blood dripping down his left arm; he hesitated for only a moment to register this before throwing himself at the plant again. Blinded by anger, pain, and the exhaustion that this place seemed to produce in people whether they were fighting for their lives or not, Allen lost track of time. Slash after slash, wound after wound…they all mixed in with each other, as his thoughts became murkier from the sheer amount of blood loss he had endured so far.
Which is how he eventually found himself lying on the ground, bleeding from multiple bite wounds and deep cuts. It was almost impossible to move, and breathing was both painful and alarmingly uncommon. Every bit of him throbbed with pain, and he was sure he was dying now. He could see Rex, unmoving and even worse for wear than Allen, out of the corner of his eye. That made him feel somewhat satisfied, if only for a second. He smiled.
But I’m not going to come back, am I? I’ll never get a chance to try that nice lady’s cooking, or talk to Souseiseki, Komui Hikaru or Lavi…or even Badou again. I’ll never get a chance to say goodbye to Garrus properly…and make sure he gets better.
The smile disappeared.
I’m going, I’m really going back home…or wherever the people who leave normally go. Can’t be heaven, since I’ve been practically stuck in purgatory this whole time. Pointless thoughts, cheerful thoughts...but important and sad at the same time. He’d never see any of them again…and even if he did come back, he wouldn’t remember anyone outside of the Order. Would he even be able to form the same friendships again?
Tears started to quietly stream down his face, clearing some of the blood on his face away but leaving apparent trails in their place. He reached up to rub them away. He could hear something now…where was it coming from? A waltz…a very strange waltz, out of tune, scratchy and distant, like something being played on a phonograph…
He closed his eyes.
((Since my internet was horrible this weekend and I still have lots of tags left, I'll be sticking around long enough to get them finished. >>'))