Bullet with Butterfly Wings


Key Six: Scars:

Road stood at the cage door. Allen looked up with worn out. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest. There was no emotion tied to it, however. His heart wound up working extra hard to keep up with the blood supply. Aizen kept eating it faster than the heart could keep up. Allen shut his eyes. The pounding made his ears hurt. I would be dead if I wasn’t angel.

“Are feeling okay?” Road asked.

“No!” the angel shouted. “I am going to die!”

“No, you won’t,” she said. “I won’t let you.” Both were right. He was no good to her sick and near death. Allen opened his eyes. His mistress stared back at him. He could never escape her. She saw to that herself.

“What… do you want… from… me?” Allen asked. A tear spilled from his eye.

“You,” was all she said. The monster licked her lips. But she kept staring at him. Almost like she was looking for something.

“What?” he asked.

“Shhh,” Road whispered. Allen opened his mouth but she shushed him again. The angel fell silent. Her eyes trailed up his body. They froze on his chest.

“There!” she said.

“Huh?” Allen asked. She landed a finger on his chest. The angel froze with a gasp. Suddenly, Aizen stopped too. Allen found it much easier to breathe. He looked Road in the eye.

“What did you do?” he asked. Road gave him a little smirk.

“I slowed down Aizen from feeding,” she said. Her pet looked so confused.

“You can do that?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “That’s only for me to get you to a doctor.” Allen didn’t get time to ask. Road plucked him from the cage and carried him with her to the hall.

They made it to the doctor’s office. Road pounded on the door.

“Tyki!” she shouted. “I brought him! He’s here!” Allen didn’t have to look up to know where this was headed. The door creaked open. Tyki peeked outside.

“Do you have it subdued?” he asked. Road nodded once. The door opened wider.

“Come in,” he said. His niece dragged Allen along with her. The door closed behind them.

Allen lay on a cold metal table. Road and Tyki strapped them down. Allen didn’t even try to fight. His heart pounded to keep up. He took in heavy breaths.

“He’s waking up again,” Road said above his head.

“Quick! Subdue it again!” Tyki said. “You have to find it fast!”


Allen couldn’t speak. His eyes stayed to the ceiling. Every sound around him was amplified. He started gagging in pain. He couldn’t breathe.

“Go faster!”

“I’m going as fast as I can!”

Everything began to blur around him. The pain spread to his head. He began breathing like he had been running for miles. Aizen started to run faster. I am going to die! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to be in the tank! I have to get out of here. Save me. Save me!

But then, it all stopped.

Allen opened his eyes. A small prick struck him in the chest. A tube was pushed into his heart. Black fluid started to drain from his body. His heart started to relax. His breathing became easier. When his vision clearer, Tyki and Road stood over him.

“How long will this take?” Road asked.

“About three hours,” he said. “The candy just made Aizen’s hunger that much stronger.” The doctor looked down at Allen.

“He ate so much that the host had to work extra hard to keep up,” he said.

“So what should I do?” Road asked.

“I will keep him here over twenty-four hours,” Tyki said. “How much candy have you been giving him?” His niece counted up for a moment.

“Just the normal amount,” she said.

“Hm,” the doctor said. “You will have to cut that amount in half.”

“Won’t that be…?”

Tyki held up his hand. “It will be okay. I have been working on a less toxic version of the candy. I would like to try it out on Allen if you don’t mind.”

“This won’t kill Aizen, will it?”

“No, not at all.”

Road took a moment to think about it. “Fine. I will leave you to him.”

“You can pick him up by morning,” Tyki said. Road turned to Allen.

“I will see you in the morning,” she whispered. The monster kissed him on the forehead. She turned and walked out of the room. The whole time, Allen couldn’t speak or move. He was just left lying there with black fluid pumped out of his chest. What choice did he have? He didn’t want to “die.” He didn’t want to “die”.

He had to escape again.

The whole time, Tyki sat in the corner, watching without a word.

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