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Yeah it's been a while since last time... But I really wasn't in the mood to write since my dog died... So everything I write may seem a little bit depressing, I'm sorry about this. Also, school is a real pain in the neck *sigh*. I had a lot of homework and couldn't even go on my computer... I don't wanna go to school T^T ! And lastly, I had a problem with my account on FF : a problem with a code call2, this thing is a real pain but now, everything is okay ;)

So, thank you everyone for your support !

And like always, I'm very sorry if there is any mistakes ^^ (I wanna be the goddess of english !). The words in italic are the thoughts of the person.

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Chapter 10 : Deep in the abyss.

Everything was black. He felt nothing, saw nothing. There was no noise, just a low whisper in the distance moving away slowly. Raising his look, he could only see a black abyss, without light nor hope of escape. He didn't know since when he was sinking into the darkness, he had lost track of time.

What had happened to him? He had no idea. And there was no one to give him an answer. He was alone, abandoned. Abandoned? This feeling was vaguely familiar.

"Allen..."

A voice. The word was familiar. He repeated it several times in a whisper, leaving the sounds roll on his lips. He knew it. He knew it deep within himself. But he didn't remember it, which frustrated him. His eyes narrowed, a serious look on his face. He had the feeling of having forgotten an essential element...

His name. He didn't remember it.

"Allen..." repeated the voice, more insistent.

He continued to sink into the darkness growing thicker. He couldn't even distinguish his own hand. The voice repeated the word again. He was thinking intensely, trying to find out what was bothering him: what had he forgotten? What was the relationship between what he had forgotten and the word that echoed in the void?

Suddenly, he froze, eyes wide. "My name, my name is Allen...I had completely forgotten! How is this possible?" The panic suddenly began to submerge him when foreign memories passed before his eyes. He blinked several times, a little surprised at his reaction. "No...They are not foreign to me...But rather familiar..." He immediately understood that it was his own memories. Suddenly, the torrent of image stopped. He shook his head a little, slightly dazed.

He knew who he was now. He knew why he was in that abyss. A nervous laugh escaped him and echoed in the darkness.

"So, everything is finished..."

The voice was silent, she didn't call anymore. He had probably imagined it or it was just a ghost of his memory. He didn't know. His eyelids were heavy and he would soon succumb. All he wanted was to be engulfed by darkness and to finally rest, disappear forever... To leave...

No.

His revenge. He hadn't completed it yet. He had sworn... A sigh escaped him. He couldn't help it. He couldn't leave the soul in peace. "Too bad... I hope no one will regret me..."

His eyes finally closed, finally giving in, and his back gently hit a surface.

He had hit rock bottom...

Northern China.

The small group dressed in black and tired entered the city. They crept discreetly from shadows to shadows, trying not to be noticed. That seemed to work well because nobody paid attention to them.

Soon their footsteps led them to an isolated inn where they settled for the night. It had already been two days that they walked without stopping. They had met no enemy and hadn't even heard of the person they were supposed to find. This didn't worry them particularly given that for the moment, what mattered for them, was to try to forget one of them. They had all a grave face, a heavy heart. Bookman stood alone, impassive, quietly smoking at the window. The other Exorcists were sitting in a circle, trying not to show their emotions. But for the two youngest of them, it was an insurmountable ordeal. They had become attached a lot to the animal. Big tears rolled down their cheeks and Timothy cried loudly, getting a weak smile out of the others Exorcists.

It is in this stony silence that someone suddenly knocked on the door.

The effect was spontaneous. All of them froze and quickly activated their Innocence, expecting to see in the room a group of Akumas. They glanced at each other and nodded their heads.

"Rock-Paper-Scissors!" they whispered.

A silence fell and a snort was heard.

"Lavi you lost." said Lenalee. "You do it."

The young man obeyed while complaining, showing his good will. He took a deep breath and opened it slightly, making sure to get into the blind spot of the door to avoid being shot if it was truly a group of Akumas.

To everyone's surprise, it was a man wearing a long beige coat who came into the room, his face hidden by the shadow of the hood. A finder. Immediately, all the Exorcists relaxed and sat down again, not without releasing a sigh of relief. The man stood before them, silent. Bookman was the first to intervene.

"What are you doing here?"

The man lowered his hood, revealing an old man with Asian features and white hair.

"My name is Wong. I was sent to your meeting by the Asian branch of the Order."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Their hands shook.

"After you contacted us, we went to the scene of the attack once the area was safe. Unfortunately we haven't found the body of the Exorcist Allen. We think he didn't survive."

The announcement that they had all feared had just been confirmed to them. The wolf was dead. He wouldn't return. Timothy turned his tearful face to the man.

"You are sure to have searched everywhere?" he asked with a small voice.

Wong gently shook his head. Timothy pinched his lips and said nothing else.

Bookman stared at the finder with narrowed eyes.

"You didn't come here just to tell us this news, isn't it?"

Wong jumped, looking surprised.

"No. Indeed. I'm here to announce a change in your mission."

Immediately, all the attention of the Exorcists was focused on him.

"What does that mean?" hissed dangerously Lenalee, her eyes narrowed.

"You no longer need to find General Cross Marian. He is at this very moment in the Asian branch."

All of them let go an annoyed snort.

"However, your mission doesn't stop there. I have a message from the Supervisor of the Headquarters." he said as he handed a crumpled paper.

Lenalee seized it immediately. The writing was unknown to her but the way the text was written corresponded to that of her brother. She slowly opened the paper, not knowing what to expect. She pursed her lips and her eyes immediately disappeared under her hair. Lavi raised an eyebrow and leaned over the shoulder of the girl. His unique emerald green eye widened.

The others looked at him with curiosity. Finally, he spoke.

"We're leaving. We need to find the Headquarters of the Earl."

He was feeling well. Nothing mattered for him. No. The only thing that was missing was a presence. Presence that was in him for years. He sighed and stared at the thick darkness that surrounded him. Actually, he was a bit scared: he didn't know what was going to happen and the fear of the unknown frightened him.

As he stood still in the dark, lying on an unknown area, something white approached slowly and ended up stopping next to him. He couldn't help but reach it with his hand. A smile played on his lips. Under his hand, the white fur was silky and flowed between his fingers.

"Yo Abyss!" he said happily.

At least, he was not alone. The wolf had a smile full of teeth.

"Any regrets?" asked the animal.

Silence.

"A little bit." whispered Allen.

"Mmh..."

Allen glanced at the wolf. He seemed a little bit sad. He fixed his gaze upward again.

"You wanted to see your country, isn't it?" he asked softly.

"Hm. I wanted to see it one last time..."

Allen pursed his lips.

"Sorry."

The wolf gave him an amused look but said nothing. A comfortable silence settled down between them.

"You think that we're going to stay there for a long time?"

"I don't know Allen, I don't know..."

The young man let out a sigh of despair. And here he thought that Abyss could answer his questions... They weren't more advanced the one than the other...

While everything again became silent, a white light shone far above them.

Beep… Beep...Beep...

The noise was regular. The machines hummed softly. Wheezing resounded. The room was completely white. There was a bed and a person was lying there. Electrodes were placed on his body. Threads sank into his skin. His face was calm but very pale. His pristine white hair was spread over the pillow. His eyes were closed. One could almost believe that he is sleeping. However, the machines, the bandages and the drips betrayed his poor health. One could almost believe that he is dead if it weren't for the steady beat of his heart and wheezing.

Nobody knew who he was or where he came from. But when the General who had disappeared from the face of the Earth and whose activities were unknown had taken him there by a thread of the death, they hadn't hesitated.

It was soon going to make a week since he was unconscious.

That day was like any other. The patient hadn't moved, his heart rate was stable, his wounds had begun to heal.

It was a morning like any other for the doctor of the Asian branch of the Black Order. Like every day for a week, he would check the status of his patient at the very least... particular. But it hadn't surprised him, given that the General hadn't brought him here for nothing. No. He must have seen something in this young man. Something important enough to caught his attention.

It was true that in his entire life, he never had to face such a special case, and yet he had seen a lot of mysteries!

Regularly, the patient was taken by the scientists to conduct a battery of tests to try to understand him.

Yes. This young man who possessed a fragment of Innocence was a mystery to him alone. Even the General didn't know what to expect.

The doctor finally stood before the door of his patient, his hands buried in the pockets of his white coat, a coffee swizzle stick stuck between his teeth, his hair ruffled and with an half asleep look.

He opened the door and entered the room. His eyes automatically stared at the motionless body. He sighed and began to examine his patient. A black golem filmed and recorded what was happening in the room 24/7. Even if the head of the branch, Bak, didn't want to admit it, he was a little afraid of this stranger. Both frightened and fascinated.

All the machines seemed to work normally. The golem crackled and a voice echoed through the room.

"How is he doctor?"

The doctor raised his glance towards the object then stared back at his patient.

"He looks more tired than usual." he noted.

On the other side of the golem, Bak stared at the motionless figure and said nothing. The doctor then began to remove the bandages around the chest of the young man. Immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Doctor?"

"Mr. Bak." called the man. "H-he has nothing..."

"Excuse me?"

"His wound, s-she is closed. There is only a scar!" panicked the doctor.

On the other side of the little winged device, the sound of a falling chair resounded.

"Mr. Bak? Bak?"

The only noise which answered him was the sound of a race and a door slamming. He immediately understood what it meant: the leader would himself see what was happening. So he waited and grabbed with a trembling hand the results that the machines had recorded.

It was true that since two in the morning, the patient's heart rate had greatly improved and stabilized. Some results also showed that on several occasions, the young man had almost woken up. However, the blood tests had nothing heartening: unknown objects as well as dark matter had been detected. What was disconcerting, was his compatibility with a fragment of Innocence which would have been impossible if this dark matter was present in his blood originally. This meant only one thing: it was because of the person or the thing that had hurt him that he had this matter, which was not exactly reassuring for the Exorcists.

He was focused on the results and therefore didn't hear the door when it swung open, revealing a breathless Bak.

The doctor jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and dropped the results which scattered on the floor.

"Doc!"

He turned and stared at his leader. He bent to pick up the papers.

"It seems that he will soon wake up. But the dark matter is still present in his body; it seems that it can't be eliminated."

Bak frowned thoughtfully and approached the unconscious young man.

"I see. Go into my office and contact Komui at the Headquarters. He may be able to help us."

"Yes!"

The doctor put down his papers and went out. When he was alone, Bak began examining where a bleeding wound should have been on the patient's torso. Instead a white scar stood. A growl echoed through the room. Bak stared at the young man's face. He seemed to suffer. The head of the Asian branch removed the oxygen mask that helped him breathe. The patient's breathing began to accelerate, alerting Bak. The beats of the machine accelerated and the young man's left hand tensed. Bak understood: he was waking up.

Allen looked with panic around him.

"Abyss! Abyss!" he called.

When the white light had appeared, a strong wind blew in the darkness and had separated the two friends. He was alone and didn't know what was happening. He was in pain and something attracted him towards the light. So he resisted, wanting to stay in the darkness, where there was no suffering. Where nothing mattered.

But this light didn't want that he gives way to the darkness. So she pulled him to her and made him suffer. A cry of pain escaped him and suddenly the white light surrounded him.

His eyes opened suddenly and the first thing he saw was a white wall. Immediately, the light blinded him and he closed his eyes, taking advantage of the moment to analyze the situation. He felt his body; his muscles all seemed to work. His chest ached but he knew that the pain would eventually vanish.

Then he understood. They were alive.

Bak jumped as all the machines started ringing all over the place. He turned abruptly to the patient, with just enough time to see a silver-blue flash.

He had just woken up. Without waiting, he rushed to the patient.

The latter opened his eyes and stared intensely at Bak, pinning him there. A glimmer of fear shone in the depths of his eyes. Suddenly, the young man sat up in the bed and pulled, knocking the drips and snatching a few electrodes. He seemed totally panicked. Bak knew that any move he made could be misinterpreted by the young man. He seemed to react like a wounded animal. And Bak knew that the injured animals were the most dangerous. So he didn't move.

Allen analyzed the situation. He was in an unknown place, an unknown person that could be a real threat was in front of him, there were unknown machines around him, he still had his Innocence, but none of his friends were there. He felt in danger. He had to act.

Suddenly, he got up and tore all the threads connected to his body. It reminded him of bad memories. The man opened his mouth to yell at him. His eyes sparkled and with a powerful kick sent the man hit the white wall of the room. The wall crackled but didn't fall. The man slipped on the floor and remained motionless, knocked out. Allen wasted no time and rushed out of the room. He was afraid. He was afraid of being back in that cursed place with rows of large tubes filled with blue liquid. No. He didn't want to obey Him anymore.

Panic overwhelmed him. He didn't know where he was, didn't feel any of his friends. In his mad rush, he crossed people dressed in white coats but didn't pay attention to them, concentrated on finding his way out of this place.

But nothing looked like his memories. Was it another base? Maybe she had been renovated since last time. After all, the last time he had been in this place, the base had been destroyed. He had personally made sure of it.

His path eventually led him into a huge room where there was a large carved wall. All was quiet. Only the sound of footsteps and muffled cries of those who were looking for him disturbed the silence. Sensing he was finally alone, he let out a sigh and dropped to his knees on the floor. Two white ears of wolf came out from under his hair and stood on his head, listening for the slightest noises. His wolf tail just as white came to wrap around him, as if to protect him.

He had to calm himself, to think, to flee out of here. That was all he wanted.

Suddenly, the rustling of wings resounded in the silence and something fell on his head. Allen immediately froze. The sound of a hoarse breath reached him. He slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on a man with a flamboyant burgundy hair. He smoked quietly, not in the least disturbed by the presence of the young man. Allen bared his teeth similar to fangs. An aura of danger surrounded the man. The thing which had settled on his head eventually flew away and settled on the hat of the man. It was a small golden golem.

Allen remained motionless and stared at the man. The latter eventually turned to him, with a predatory smile on his lips. Allen noticed the uniform the man was wearing and his eyes widened. He then realized that he was really in danger.

"General Cross." said the man with his hoarse voice.

Allen stepped back imperceptibly and growled, a shiver of fear shaking his body. The General raised an amused eyebrow and his accusatory look fell on Allen.

"I never thought that someone like you would have infiltrated the Black Order and would have been compatible with the Innocence, Ikimono..."

So, that was chapter 10 !

I hope you enjoyed it ! And thank you for reading ;3

So... Mmmh... I really don't know when I will be able to post the next chapter... I will try to post it before Christmas? Are you mad?

Sorrry TT-TT !

Yep school is a real pain but, it's not like I have a choice... *sigh*

So, until then... Have a nice day everyone ;3 !

Bye~!