Allen walked down the path to the garden on the outer edge of town. He made sure not to draw any attention to himself, because if word reached the Earl that he had found 'it' he would be killed. The Earl was a of great proportions (especially around the stomach area) and his face held a smile the devil would envy for how cruel it was. Not only that, he had taken control of the town after he cursed its people to live the same day over and over again. None of the towns residence knew that they were repeating the same day over and over, except Allen Walker.
Allen slowed his pace as he closed in on what he was searching for. The small statue of an Angel stood only three feet tall. Suddenly it began to rain and Allen stood staring at the Angel. She held her hands up to the sky palms facing up. She wore a long dress that stopped right before her two feet which were bare to face the elements. To Allen she looked like she was crying where the rain ran down her face. Whom do you cry for? Allen stared into her lifeless eyes. Me? Or those who stay?
With a sigh Allen left his thoughts and advanced the few remaining meters to the Angel. Lifting his right hand he touched the Angel's face wiping some of the rain aside. Then he put his bandaged left hand on the Angel's waist. Allen began pushing. At first the Angel did not move and then suddenly it slid aside. There underneath the small Angel were some stairs.
Quickly, Allen walked down them making sure not to slip on the now wet steps. Leaving behind the world he knew better than any other. And hopefully a better life.
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My Past, Our Future
Fanfiction**I do not own DGM** Allen Walker is from a small town named Mater. One day, a man named Millennium Earl cast a curse on the town, that the same day would continue to repeat over-and-over again. Angered by this Allen attacked the Earl and he was cu...
