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The Heart of Life

Prologue:

Allen sat on the remnants of a bed in a tiny, dingy room. The floors were dusty and worn out. There was a small window on the right wall. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a dresser with an old picture on it and the grimy, old bed he was sitting on.

The boy sat with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His eyes glazed over. He wore a ragged dress shirt and some khaki pants. His white hair gleamed in the light from the window. A scar tore at the left side of his face. His silver-blue orbs were tear stained and distraught. Moreover, his left arm was disgustingly deformed. Red with rotting skin and cuts that ran the length of his arm. However, most of the cuts were self-inflicted.

No one cared that he existed. At least… that's what he felt like. The pain of solitude had left him heartbroken so many times. He wanted to relieve the pain. He had tried five times. Five instances that he could have died. However, by some trick of fate, he lived.

Why couldn't he die? That's all he ever wanted.

Well maybe it wasn't the only thing he wanted. He wanted to be cared about. To be seen as more than a monster or a freak. To be loved, not tolerated like most people did. He wanted a person he could count on. Someone he could talk to. Share happiness and sadness with. Let all his feelings out for once in his life and have someone care.

He stared at the little old picture on his dresser. A picture of a small happy boy with eyes of silver and hair of chocolate brown with a big smile on his face. The boy was on the shoulders of someone. A man, wearing a black top hat and a dark gray coat. His face was hidden, but you could tell that the man was smiling. They were happy.

After his real parents discarded him, Allen was left all alone. But then a man named Mana took Allen in. He cared for the boy and taught him many things. Allen had the best years of his life, traveling the world with Mana. However, all of that happiness disappeared when the accident happened. His foster father lay on the ground. Dying in a pool of blood. And Allen, a mere ten years old, could only watch as his only family slowly slipped away. That's when Allen felt his life had ended. The accident left him with a disfigured arm and a scar that covered most of the left side of his face.

'Why couldn't I have been stronger?' He thought to himself as more tears fell from his eyes.

All he had now was a womanizer named Cross Marian, who had decided to take him in. He tolerated the boy more than he loved him like a son. Cross had all the fun, while Allen would have to pay for Cross's "fun". Basically, Cross spent money and poor Allen would have to work for more money in order to pay bills and debts, that Cross frequently piled up on, on his nights out for beer and women. Debts always piled up and Allen would always be scolded for Cross's debt issues.

They lived in an apartment or sometimes rented a room from someone. What ever they could afford was what they got. They had been staying in this rinky-dink apartment for the past six months. But since Allen had made a few extra bucks, Cross decided it was time for them to move on. And so now, with all his clothes and belongings packed and ready to go, he stared one last time at the little room. It was time for him to start a new chapter. And maybe this one would have a happy ending. Just maybe.

The boy got up from his bed and went over to the dresser. He grabbed the picture and made his way towards the door of the now empty room. He looked at his room one last time, and then he closed the door for good.

A/N: This part is just something to start with. Next will be the intro of all the rest of the DGM characters. Next week I am hoping to post the next chapter and maybe not this late at night. So please feel free to critique or leave comments or just say that you liked it. All right so until next time. Bye and R&R 

Allen:So is Bakanda going to be in this?

Oracle: Yes Allen he has to be in it.

Allen: Great. *rolls eyes*

Oracle: Don't worry Allen; Lenalee will be in it too. *Winks at him*

Allen: *blushes* I don't know what you're talking about.

Oracle: Uh-huh. *smirks*