A/N: Thought I'd give a drabble corner a try. I've got lots of drabbles, and some're too darn short to post by themselves. This makes it easier. xD Characters'll vary and so will word count, and probably rating and genre, too. xD I'm not very consistant. Hopefully some will be better than others, anyway. On with it.

Title: The Fallible.

Characters: Allen.

Word Count: 159.

Rating: PG.

Time: Ten minutes. At night, falling asleep.

Warnings: None, other than a slightly depressing Future!Allen. :D

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It's dark. Not black-dark. Empty-dark, and Allen doesn't know why.

Darkness is unknowing, darkness is smothering and cold and darkness held no color, so how could he tell, black or white? Darkness is instinctually frightening—things lurked, demons skulked…

(Tick-tock,

Hip-scop

This game's about to stop)

Hazy eyes pleading now, expression desperate, trying to see the faces of potential enemies—has to touch every one to make sure that they're flesh-and-bone-and-blood and not machine-and-gear-and-wire—madness now seeping into his aged and glassy eyes, and in the empty empty darkness, rain comes down.

Drenching. Slowing.

Maybe now he can hear the ting of water against metal instead of using sightless eyes, but he knows it doesn't work that way. Slumps down in the street, his Exorcist uniform nothing but dirty rags, rain pounding pounding downwards always.

Don't look that way—he's crazy, see that look in his eyes?

Blinks, and Allen stays in the alleyway, slumped over.

And it's dark.