The Noah Clown

Chapter 26:

A fiery pain spread across his chest like a hot poker being dragged along his injury, from should to hip; it caused his blood to boil as crystals began to gather on his thick white lashes, cascading down sickly pale cheeks as rosy lips were parted in a silent scream. His back arching involuntarily away from the pain as an unknown force kept him pinned; the lava that was being poured on his chest felt as if his ribs were collapsing in on themselves as his breath came out in sharp bursts. Slender fingers were curled into fists as crescent indents were left from his nails; small droplets of blood bubbling from the marks. His fragile body trembled like a leaf in the wind as the searing pain receded to a dull burn, like a grazed knee being cleaned in warm water, a mild discomfort.

His lips were contorted into a frown as a faint hiss parted his dry lips; heavy eyelids slowly fluttering open as a cool cloth was placed upon his brow. A faint sigh was released as the cold cloth relaxed his muscles and caused a sense of refreshment much like the smell of fresh mint. Clouded grey eyes slowly adjusted as they met concerned molten gold and then pearly white teeth that were shown from a smile as the man with curled purple-tinted hair chuckled; his deep voice as soothing as honey on his dry throat, "Finally awake, you took your time… Everyone will be so glad to know."

Confusion crashed into him like a tidal wave smashing against sharp rocks; fine white brows knitted together as hazy grey orbs travelled over the peculiar grey coloured man. Molten gold orbs with slitted pupils that held nothing but an unyielding fondness and compassion, marked with a beauty mark below his left eye. Black scars etched themselves across his brow as they reached to the edge of his hairline, there appeared to be seven visible like the beginning of a thorned crown that would wrap around his cranium. Though as his sliver orbs gradually descended; another inky black scar was etched into the man's throat along with the faint sighting of scaring that could be seen from under his white dress shirt which had the top two buttons undone. 'Who is he?'

'Butterflies, he is the man that harbours butterflies.' The deep melodious voice rebounded in his head like a constant echo as black butterflies that illuminated a faint purple and razor teeth that felt like burning acid came to mind.

"Hey boy, is something wrong?" The mysterious man leaned forward as he studied the injured male; molten eyes widened slightly as he hesitated, "What do you late remember?"

What did he remember?

Suffocating. Darkness.

Air, where was the air he craved.

He didn't know how long had he been holding his breath? The mere moments felt like years. Years of craving something that seemed too far out of reach, fingers only brushing underneath the surface of the water, tormenting him and jeering him to do something, anything. Slender fingers outstretched and desperately trying to reach the surface of the water; air bubbles having left his blue-tinted lips and brushing against thin arms and ivory fingers.

The sheer will to keep his mouth shut, to hold on just for another second was nearly unbearable. His lungs having been set alight with fire as it swirled dangerously and scarred his insides like a bushfire. Lips quivering as his teeth were harshly grating against one another keeping the will to gasp for breath at bay. However, his fight was futile, because, in the end, he would automatically take a gasp for breath; it was the body's natural response to do so.

Slender hands curled back into his frail form as porcelain hands covered his mouth. He needed to last just a few seconds more. Someone would come for him. Someone would save him, right?

As those thoughts passed, his hands flew from his mouth to his throat as a large bubble burst from his lips. The water rushing past his teeth like a broken dam as the water replaced the fire with winter winds freezing every part of him on the inside. Eyes squeezing out tears that disappeared in the slight current of the dark depths, a glinting white light broken by ripples shone down at him. His vision wavered as black dots made themselves present in his sight; his warm polished silver eyes melting away to become a dull grey as consciousness slowly left him.

A harsh tug pulled him from the depths as he sputtered and tried to cough out the waters from his lungs; throat burning like it was from hydrochloric acid as his ragged breaths struggled to even out. His entire body trembling from the fresh breeze that raked against his slender form; narrowed icy blue stared down at the frail form before motioning the others in the room to lower the body back down into the dark abysmal wavering liquid.

A broken cry left his dry lips as his pale nails scratched at his throat; trying to create new airways from his clawing. Tears cascading down flushed cheeks as ivory lids were scrunched tightly together as his entire body trembled.

'Just submit filth!'

Firm hands grasped his slender shoulders; a warmth radiating from them as they slowly trailed down his arms and curled around him. A firm chest with a rhythmic beating played in his ear as he was encased in a comforting heat, relaxing his tense muscles as if he was laid into a warm bath. His shaky uneven breathing slowly evened out as crystals slowly stopped falling from silver orbs. A feeling like butterflies fluttering in his chest caused a sense of peace as trembling hands gently clasped onto a wrinkled white dress shirt.

His sudden crushing feeling of panic was replaced with a soothing warmth like hot tea running down his throat to his belly. A quiet hum met his ears as the owner let the solace of the melody rumbled in the strange man's chest as a singular hand traced circles on his frail spine and shoulders.

Nostalgia rattled his brain as silver met molten gold, an underling concern swirled in the amber as curiosity rained in the stormy grey. His soft voice grated in his throat as he let a slender finger trace the man's sharp jawline, "Who are you?"

Hello, my Lovely Readers~!

It has been a long time, a very long time. I pushed myself to have this done on/before my birthday (30th of August), I wanted to give you a gift of a chapter. I know I don't update often and honestly, I just don't feel bothered sometimes to even write for these stories, however, I do enjoy writing them too. I hoped you like the flashbacks into Allen's time at the Order, I had fun writing them (a little too much fun). Also, sorry that the chapter isn't very long.

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