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[Fanfic] Assailant
… I bring a short fic of questionable worth !
Title: Assailant
Characters: Allen Walker, Not-so-Mysterious attacker
Pairing: Lenalee/Allen (Implied)
Rating: PG
Summary: A fight to the death with an unlikely foe.
Whatever else: I was going for something ridiculous, so this exaggerated scenario was written. There is a hinted pairing throughout (Lenalee/Allen). In any case, said pairing is only mentioned in an exchange; there’s no actual romantic happening throughout this entire drabble of madness. If you’re confused at what’s happening in any part of the fic, then I’ve succeeded in my goal. Also, this might turn into a multi-chaptered fic, depending.
Assailant
A fanfic by wispyhollow; All characters © Katsura Hoshino
Cold metal scrapes past his skin as crimson speckles stream from bruised, battered cheeks, splattering onto pavement. A harsh cry is drawn from the young exorcist’s breathless form; a mixture of pain, hurt, fear and a plethora of untold emotions in between. He struggles, but is unable to break free from the steel stakes lodged into his uniform, and instead finds himself securely nailed to an icy, stony wall. Grit and blood grind into his face. Beneath shaggy white bangs, he jerks his head up, frantically searching for his attacker. Red, puffy eyes dart back and forth; his assailant is nowhere in sight. His breath is heavy, his gaze lidded, and his consciousness fading. Cuts and bruises that line his arms – now exposed through his ripped uniform – throb excruciatingly with each movement; with each breath.
A jagged choke is ripped from his throat before he hears a noise and his head jerks backwards on instinct. Eyes widening, his blurry pupils connect with the metallic form clinging to the ceiling, poised for its next attack. Mouth agape, he remembers he still cannot move, and braces himself for the oncoming attack. The grotesque machine scrambles across the ceiling tiles, projects itself from its handhold, every inch of its 10-ton frame aiming at smashing through each molecule in his head. Allen Walker can smell the burning steel – feel his imminent death approaching him within milliseconds – before a warm sensation shoots up his cursed arm.
A flash of white and a gnarled, clawed shield shatters Allen’s restraints. He skids away from the homicidal robot, elongated arm grinding past the metal projectile. As quickly as it appeared, crystal-white flakes disintegrate into nothingness, and Allen’s restored black hand digs into the ground, stopping his skid. Panting, breathless and exhausted, he faces the machine that instantly rights itself from the collision with his innocence, maniacal laughter resonating from deep inside the monster’s hull.
“ALLEN WALKER!!” White beret overhanging his eyes glinting dangerously, his opponent hisses a mixture of curses and threats before continuing his assault. “You WILL pay for what you’ve done to my beloved, innocent, sweet, endearing and adorable sister, you bastard!!”
“I’m telling you… this is all a misunderstanding!” Obviously at a disadvantage against a gigantic robotic catastrophe weighing several times his weight and several times his size, Allen desperately tried to reason with its infuriated driver, to no avail. Tripping over his own feet, he slammed to the ground, collided with the very wall that had previously held him captive. Allen whirled around to find himself face-to-face with the gleaming helm of the metallic beast, only outmatched in monstrosity by the death glare emanating from the individual within.
“And exactly which part am I misunderstanding, Allen Walker?!” His opponent’s every word was enunciated precisely with sarcasm and malice, as the steel prongs of his vessel again pinned Allen to the ground, weighing down on him, not far from crushing the boy.
“The part where you’ve been secretly dating my sister for who knows how long a terribly dark and sinister time period?!” The eccentric Chief’s voice was no more than a deadly hiss as his accusations continued.
“Or the part where you assaulted her pure, untainted lips with your filthy tongue in the hallway?!” His face was turning shades of purple, now.
“Or the fact that you were groping her breasts as a follow-up when I just HAPPENED to come across the two of you on my way to my office?!?” Unable to withhold his distress any longer, the enraged chief’s face swelled before he burst into tears, screeching loudly into the air as he unabashedly let his tears fall to the the floor of his cockpit:
“ALLEN WALKER!! RETURN MY SISTER’S PURITY!!”
Evidently reacting to its master’s distress, a series of arrows were launched from the metallic monstrosity towards Allen’s general direction. Wincing as he soon discovered these darts were mildly poisoned – he could tell by the look of his skin forming a grotesque blister around the point of incision – Allen sucked on his bleeding, pierced arm while madly trying to pry himself free. Internally, he cursed the day that the first Komurin prototype had been born.
“While you may not be misunderstanding those events which did indeed occur… you’re taking it out of context, Chief!” The white-haired boy yelped as another dart connected painfully with thigh, followed by one to his chest. The swelling followed immediately.
“I never did anything without her consent! Ever!” Allen’s pleading tone seemingly had little effect on the enraged man before him. He was, after all, protecting all that was holy and pure and this was his sister in question, but the fact that Allen barely registered his attacker’s hollering commands to increase the dosage of poison on the arrows did nothing to comfort him, either.
“You… you’ve changed her! It’s all your fault! Ingrate, wench… GIGOLO! You’ve turned my sister who was filled with nothing but innocent thoughts into… into… a…” The chief’s eyes expanded into tearful shock as he realized what he assumed his precious sibling had become. “SOMETHING UNSPEAKABLE!! Return my princess to mee~~~eee!”
While the chief’s screams turned into a lavish wail, Allen took the opportunity to dart out from beneath Komurin’s strangling hold, and create some distance between them. Realizing his prey was escaping, the chief’s tears fueled his drive as he shot after Allen, gears in full throttle. The exorcist found himself running for his very life, being chased by a psychotic killing machine that housed a certain chief, whose profanities were becoming more obscene by the second.
“Like I said…!!” Allen breathlessly tossed one last attempt at reconciliation over his shoulder, “Even if we went further than that, I never did anything without her consent…!”
Allen could have heard a pin drop to the floor in the silence that followed, and he had the faintest premonition that he could never make another statement of equal stupidity. The hairs on the back of his neck piqued in foreboding as a raspy voice croaked out, from deep within Komurin’s darkest depths,
”You’ve gone… farther… than breast groping?”
Allen’s subsequent blood-curdling scream resounded through the building, followed by Komui’s homicidal cackle. Wafting through the air, his voice echoed forebodingly above the Black Orders’ main branch once before falling silent. It was to become the fuel of fellow exorcists’ horror stories for years to come.
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END
Thanks for reading~
Title: Assailant
Characters: Allen Walker, Not-so-Mysterious attacker
Pairing: Lenalee/Allen (Implied)
Rating: PG
Summary: A fight to the death with an unlikely foe.
Whatever else: I was going for something ridiculous, so this exaggerated scenario was written. There is a hinted pairing throughout (Lenalee/Allen). In any case, said pairing is only mentioned in an exchange; there’s no actual romantic happening throughout this entire drabble of madness. If you’re confused at what’s happening in any part of the fic, then I’ve succeeded in my goal. Also, this might turn into a multi-chaptered fic, depending.
Assailant
A fanfic by wispyhollow; All characters © Katsura Hoshino
Cold metal scrapes past his skin as crimson speckles stream from bruised, battered cheeks, splattering onto pavement. A harsh cry is drawn from the young exorcist’s breathless form; a mixture of pain, hurt, fear and a plethora of untold emotions in between. He struggles, but is unable to break free from the steel stakes lodged into his uniform, and instead finds himself securely nailed to an icy, stony wall. Grit and blood grind into his face. Beneath shaggy white bangs, he jerks his head up, frantically searching for his attacker. Red, puffy eyes dart back and forth; his assailant is nowhere in sight. His breath is heavy, his gaze lidded, and his consciousness fading. Cuts and bruises that line his arms – now exposed through his ripped uniform – throb excruciatingly with each movement; with each breath.
A jagged choke is ripped from his throat before he hears a noise and his head jerks backwards on instinct. Eyes widening, his blurry pupils connect with the metallic form clinging to the ceiling, poised for its next attack. Mouth agape, he remembers he still cannot move, and braces himself for the oncoming attack. The grotesque machine scrambles across the ceiling tiles, projects itself from its handhold, every inch of its 10-ton frame aiming at smashing through each molecule in his head. Allen Walker can smell the burning steel – feel his imminent death approaching him within milliseconds – before a warm sensation shoots up his cursed arm.
A flash of white and a gnarled, clawed shield shatters Allen’s restraints. He skids away from the homicidal robot, elongated arm grinding past the metal projectile. As quickly as it appeared, crystal-white flakes disintegrate into nothingness, and Allen’s restored black hand digs into the ground, stopping his skid. Panting, breathless and exhausted, he faces the machine that instantly rights itself from the collision with his innocence, maniacal laughter resonating from deep inside the monster’s hull.
“ALLEN WALKER!!” White beret overhanging his eyes glinting dangerously, his opponent hisses a mixture of curses and threats before continuing his assault. “You WILL pay for what you’ve done to my beloved, innocent, sweet, endearing and adorable sister, you bastard!!”
“I’m telling you… this is all a misunderstanding!” Obviously at a disadvantage against a gigantic robotic catastrophe weighing several times his weight and several times his size, Allen desperately tried to reason with its infuriated driver, to no avail. Tripping over his own feet, he slammed to the ground, collided with the very wall that had previously held him captive. Allen whirled around to find himself face-to-face with the gleaming helm of the metallic beast, only outmatched in monstrosity by the death glare emanating from the individual within.
“And exactly which part am I misunderstanding, Allen Walker?!” His opponent’s every word was enunciated precisely with sarcasm and malice, as the steel prongs of his vessel again pinned Allen to the ground, weighing down on him, not far from crushing the boy.
“The part where you’ve been secretly dating my sister for who knows how long a terribly dark and sinister time period?!” The eccentric Chief’s voice was no more than a deadly hiss as his accusations continued.
“Or the part where you assaulted her pure, untainted lips with your filthy tongue in the hallway?!” His face was turning shades of purple, now.
“Or the fact that you were groping her breasts as a follow-up when I just HAPPENED to come across the two of you on my way to my office?!?” Unable to withhold his distress any longer, the enraged chief’s face swelled before he burst into tears, screeching loudly into the air as he unabashedly let his tears fall to the the floor of his cockpit:
“ALLEN WALKER!! RETURN MY SISTER’S PURITY!!”
Evidently reacting to its master’s distress, a series of arrows were launched from the metallic monstrosity towards Allen’s general direction. Wincing as he soon discovered these darts were mildly poisoned – he could tell by the look of his skin forming a grotesque blister around the point of incision – Allen sucked on his bleeding, pierced arm while madly trying to pry himself free. Internally, he cursed the day that the first Komurin prototype had been born.
“While you may not be misunderstanding those events which did indeed occur… you’re taking it out of context, Chief!” The white-haired boy yelped as another dart connected painfully with thigh, followed by one to his chest. The swelling followed immediately.
“I never did anything without her consent! Ever!” Allen’s pleading tone seemingly had little effect on the enraged man before him. He was, after all, protecting all that was holy and pure and this was his sister in question, but the fact that Allen barely registered his attacker’s hollering commands to increase the dosage of poison on the arrows did nothing to comfort him, either.
“You… you’ve changed her! It’s all your fault! Ingrate, wench… GIGOLO! You’ve turned my sister who was filled with nothing but innocent thoughts into… into… a…” The chief’s eyes expanded into tearful shock as he realized what he assumed his precious sibling had become. “SOMETHING UNSPEAKABLE!! Return my princess to mee~~~eee!”
While the chief’s screams turned into a lavish wail, Allen took the opportunity to dart out from beneath Komurin’s strangling hold, and create some distance between them. Realizing his prey was escaping, the chief’s tears fueled his drive as he shot after Allen, gears in full throttle. The exorcist found himself running for his very life, being chased by a psychotic killing machine that housed a certain chief, whose profanities were becoming more obscene by the second.
“Like I said…!!” Allen breathlessly tossed one last attempt at reconciliation over his shoulder, “Even if we went further than that, I never did anything without her consent…!”
Allen could have heard a pin drop to the floor in the silence that followed, and he had the faintest premonition that he could never make another statement of equal stupidity. The hairs on the back of his neck piqued in foreboding as a raspy voice croaked out, from deep within Komurin’s darkest depths,
”You’ve gone… farther… than breast groping?”
Allen’s subsequent blood-curdling scream resounded through the building, followed by Komui’s homicidal cackle. Wafting through the air, his voice echoed forebodingly above the Black Orders’ main branch once before falling silent. It was to become the fuel of fellow exorcists’ horror stories for years to come.
---
END
Thanks for reading~