Clownish Days
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Note-I do not own D.Gray Man or any characters; they are strictly the property of Hoshino Katsura.
Chapter 1: The Lost Child
He was a little boy, a little boy who had lost his birthright, parents, future, and last name due to this accursed left arm of his. It was a hideous arm; blood-red in color, coarse and rough in feel. This boy had no idea why this arm was his, why he was cursed, yet that couldn't stop the pain in his heart. This boy's name is Allen.
In the end of the fictional nineteenth century, the beginning chapter of the stage opens
A small, brown-haired boy was running in the alleys, being chased by men with large knives.
"Get back here you little thief" said the one in the front.
"I've got to escape" thought Allen as he turned a corner.
Allen slipped and fell to the ground, dropping the piece of meat he stole.
"Heh, serves you right, you little thief, maybe now you will know not to steal" said another man.
"Let's see if the kid has any money with him" said the leader.
They searched through Allen's pockets, until they saw his left arm.
"He's some sort of monster" said the third man "Let's kill it."
They began hitting Allen with the blunt edges of the knives, until the boy began to bleed.
"Look, he isn't a monster, just a freak" said the last.
They left the boy alone, leaving the piece of meat behind as they laughed into the darkness.
"Damn, why was I cursed with this left arm" said Allen as he ate the dirty meat raw.
"What I would do to remove it" thought the boy.
The next day
The burning sun was rising. "It wasn't fair" thought Allen. Every day, the sun meant another day to live in this hell that was his world. He wondered what was next. It could not be too bad; the wounds from the previous day still hadn't fully healed. Allen would have to be careful, or he might die.
Well, first was food.
Allen was walking in London, the southern slums to be exact. The air was thick with the smell of motor oil and despair. Allen's stomach gnawed on his will to continue walking. The smell of cherry pie was the only thing to look forward to. It was coming from a shop in northern London district, where the wealthy and powerful lived.
"I've got to eat or die trying" that idea was what Allen had in mind as he walked toward the district.
As Allen was walking in the town circle, the middle of the city, he heard a loud noise. He put his hands to his ears, the noise coming from a brightly colored troupe of people; a circus.
"How stupid, they think they're so happy. Laughing and being so full" thought Allen with contempt as he looked at the strange people. "And what about that clown, why is he looking at me" thought Allen.
"Whatever" said Allen as he headed toward the north district.
In the north district
"Time to eat" said Allen as he nicked the pie.
"Hey, some urchin is stealing food" said a random businessman.
They soon started chasing Allen through the district. After accidentally hitting one of them, they brought weapons, sharp weapons. After an hour of running, Allen collapsed into the town square, sweating and exhausted.
"I'm sorry, I was so hungry, I'll never do it again" pleaded Allen to the cruel eyes in front of him. He put the pie to the ground.
"Look at this little urchin, stealing from his superiors, then having the gall to return tainted food touched from his dirty hands" said a man in a suit and hat.
"Let's beat him" suggested the man's friend, "or kill him?"
"Yes, I think that idea will work the best" agreed the suited man.
In a sudden movement, the suited man brought Allen to the man's face by Allen's jacket, and then threw him into the middle square, breaking the boy's leg.
"I'm going to die here" screamed Allen as loud as he could.
Some of the people looked sympathetic, but none dare voice their concern to this man who owned their lives.
The suited man drew a gun and, with the skill of an accomplished marksman, aimed it between Allen's eyes.
Allen couldn't move, he was frozen with fear from death, paralysis from hunger, and pain from his broken leg.
"Goodbye, hell on Earth" whispered Allen as he saw the hammer on the gun draw, and closed his eyes.
CRACK!!
Allen opened his eyes once more and saw blood, but not his own. The clown from before, the one that had looked at him before, had shielded Allen and taken the bullet in his right arm.
"Don't stop walking, continue to walk until the end, follow your own path" said the clown to a near unconscious Allen.
Allen passed out after hearing the clown's words. Maybe from relief, or loss of blood, yet smiled as he reminisced on the clown's words, and how he had given up at the thought of death.
The clown had stooped over to examine Allen. The suited man had given up killing Allen
"Those two are so pathetic, they aren't even worth the price of the bullets" said the suited assailant.
As for the clown, he stroked Allen's cheek in a gentle motion
"You poor child, you have been through so much. Goodnight"
He then picked up the little boy, and took him to the tent
"Hey Mana, who is that kid" said the ringleader.
"My new assistant" replied Mana Walker.
So how was that for the first chapter? Please review and give me tips, but please no flaming. Oh, and the title for the next chapter
The Circus and the Clown