Key Five: Blood:
Physical torture wasn’t the only way to get Allen off. For this, Road needed to get inside his head.
She knelt down beside of him.
“Tell me something, Allen,” Road whispered. “Who made you?” The angel looked up at her. She had her eyes locked on him. Her lips curved into a smirk.
“I asked you a question,” she said. He looked at her with empty eyes.
“I…” he said.
“Hm?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Allen said. Road frowned.
“This will not do,” she said. Her face came within inches of his. His stomach turned.
“Come on,” she said. “Answer me.” The angel stared blankly. Road sighed.
“This is not good enough,” she said. She grabbed Allen by his hair. He didn’t make a sound. Putting him down into the basement graveyard wouldn’t work. Paradise wouldn’t work either. Still, there would be one thing to do the trick.
“Heh,” Road said. She let go of his hair. Allen looked confused. His mistress patted him on the head. She leaned in close to his ear.
“Wait for three days,” she said. The angel froze.
“What… What does…?” he began to ask. Road put her finger to his lips.
“Uh-uh,” she said. “You will have to find out in three days.” She licked him on the ear lobe. Allen shivered. Road patted him on the head and walked out of the room.
Road knew the right place to go.
She made her way down to the basement graveyard. Only one would have to do for this. Another angel in Paradise broke last night. They keep breaking at an alarming rate lately. It could be a sign or something. It didn’t matter to Road.
She looked at all of the angels encased in the tanks. Their blank eyes stared at her. She just ignored them. Something that trivial met nothing to her.
The monster just needed a body to make an example.
“Come on,” she said. “Where are you?” Road came down to the end of the line. Ah, there she was. This angel had been in the tank for two years. Long abandoned by the monster who owned her. His name long forgotten. Road ran her hand along the glass. A cold smirk spread across her face.
“Yes,” she said. “You will do just fine.” Road pressed the small black button on the wall. A soft crackling noise filled the air.
“Hello,” the monster said. “I found what I wanted.” Static jumped around in the air. Road nodded.
“Good,” she said. “Have her ready in three days. Thank you. Goodbye.” Road took her finger off of the button. That was done. Now to wait.
-Three Days Later-
Allen sat in his cage. He dreaded what Road was planning for him next. He could feel Aizen running in his body again. Allen clenched his teeth. Damn it. Stop!
Then the door opened across the room.
Allen lifted his head. Road stood in the doorway, smirking. The angel braced himself for what she was about to do next.
“Come!” Road commanded. Allen rose onto all-fours. His mistress giggled to herself. This was just elementary level. After today, they would go to higher levels. Road held out her leash. Allen looked up at her with contempt in his eyes. She hooked the leash to his collar.
“Let’s go,” Road said. Allen didn’t say a word. They walked out of the room.
Road led him into the elevator. She pushed the up button. The doors slid open.
“Go in,” she said. Allen walked into the elevator ahead of her. Road followed behind and pressed the top floor. The doors slid closed and the cab started to work upwards. The monster grinned the whole time. Allen looked up at her. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Uh-uh,” Road said, wagging. “No talking. I will not tell you. You will have to see it for yourself. We wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we?” She patted him on the head. Allen glared at her. How dare she treat him like this. He dreamt of getting his revenge once he rid of Aizen once and for all.
The elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors slid open. Road nudged Allen forward. The angel had no choice but walk forward. They walked down the hall. The silence did little to ease Allen’s nerves.
“Keep walking,” Road ordered. Allen frowned as he walked forward. This finally came to a giant window at the end of the hall.
“Behold,” the mistress said. Allen sat up on his knees and looked out the window. The dying city looked so small from the top floor.
“Here,” Road said. She brushed her hand over the window. The image grew bigger. The mistress smiled to herself.
“We are just in time,” she said.
“What?” Allen asked. Road pointed to the window. The angel took a closer look as the enhanced view turned to the side of the Tower. A faceless angel held a “lifeless” angel over a balcony. The head and arms hung over the edge. The color drained from Allen’s face.
“What is he doing?” he asked. Road only chuckled to herself. She turned half of the window back down to the ground. By now, a sea of city angels started to gather below. The monster on the balcony said something. Allen couldn’t make out what it was saying. No sound came from the window. The angel wanted to run over and stop that monster but he was too far away. Then, the unthinkable happened.
The monster threw the catatonic angel to the ground below. She looked like life-sized rag doll falling at a fast pace. Allen wanted to scream out but Road wouldn’t let him. The only thing he could do was watch as the body near the ground. She landed with a soundless crash to the ground. The horror didn’t end there.
No sooner had the body hit the ground, the angels pounced upon the body and started to tear it to pieces with their teeth and fingers. The female angel just lay there with her empty eyes as she was torn to pieces. Her murderers stuffed their faces with her flesh and organs. Allen had to force himself to turn away. Road forced him to keep watching.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked. “This is what happens when the graveyard is overcrowding. With the rate of angels in Paradise breaking down, this will become the norm.” Allen could only watch in horror. When the angel on the ground was nothing but bones, the other angels turned on each other, hungry for more. Road tugged on Allen’s leash.
“Time to go,” she said. They walked back to the elevator at the other end of the hall.
Allen couldn’t get those images of that angel’s death of his head as he dry-heaved in his cage. He lay on his side with tears in his eyes. How could they do that to each other? She was still alive. Probably didn’t even know what was happening to her. How? Just… how?
Allen closed his hands into fists. It all became another motive for him to escape. If he could keep his mind together.