Scientixt: Hey guys! :D :D... :)... :l... :(... :'(... x(. I'm SORRY! My life has been haywire since the last 3 years, and I was inspired to write this because my friends thought I was a great writer. They thought I should keep writing and share my "talents" with you all. Unfortunetly, I haven't for the last 3 years, and I'm nervous on this story.

Allen: Ya, you should be.

Scientixt: Hey! Allen, be a gentleman! Goodness!

Allen: Well, you didn't exactly make me one in this story, did you?

Scienctixt: Don't ruin the story! Lenalee, please help Allen exit the stange.

Lenalee: Come on Allen, Lets go. *Forcefully grabs Allen by the shoulders and pulls him off the stage*

*Speakers*: Scientixt does not own Man in any way, shape, or form, even though he dreams about it at night.

Scientixt: Thank you Lavi, now, on with the story! :D

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Chapter 1
Allen POV

"A domino effect is in play
Once an action is played out.
And the only thing the person can do
Is to wait and see the outcome.

The builder and the cold touch, a powerful contributor when combined.
The light of flames with the dark shadows of the corner
And that beautiful poisonous rose, who can ever resist?
Last but not least, where is the fun without the gun?

The power to rule is not in one, but in many.
The choices are in their hands to either make things right or wrong.
They must a work together, a person out is like a body without a leg.
A body without a leg is just extra baggage.

Now rise and walk the road that you build.
The world is in need of saviors,
and a bunch of loners won't fill the need.

Remember this.
An action cannot be taken back,
A word cannot be taken back,
A memory cannot be broken,
A soul cannot be broken,
So stand, stay strong, and heal the broken."

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"I want that blood to be checked for cleaning! We need to get him back to his senses before he goes back in. If he goes back in again, the spectre won't have enough energy to give us this opening again! I want the R.E.R on him pronto!" I heard a man's voice yelling. Everything was pitch black, and my entire body was burning deep within and would not budge one inch at my command. My throat was parch and my throats were yelling for any cool liquid to release it from its terrible pain.

"On three! One, two, three!" Then a giant electric volt shot at my chest. The pain was excruciating, but then, my eyes quickly opened, and I sucked in a deep breath. It was like I was getting freed from prison chains that held my body against its own will. My eyesight was very blurry, and all I could see was a ray of light.

"We got him! You were in quite a pinch. A large gash across the chest, multiple bullet wounds from on your… left hand, and other wounds on your legs and right arm. If I were to guess, I'm guessing you were caught in Cross Fire Grounds. Are you a participant of The Game? And what is your name?" The voice asked. Questions could be so annoying.

"Allen… Walker…. Water…" I barely managed to choke out. Then I felt a cool metal tip of a bottle on my lips, and soon, I was drinking cool water. Once the first wave of water hit my mouth, I quickly got up, took the water bottle, and chugged it all down. Soon enough the pain in the throat eventually eased away. I looked up, and the fog that blocked my eyesight had cleared away. I quickly took a view of the room that I was in. It was obviously an operating room. I eventually looked at the man that was speaking to me. He seemed around 6'4" tall, purple hair, wore glasses, and wore a white robe.

"Ah, where are my manners! My name is Komui Lee. It is, even under awkward circumstances, a pleasure to meet you. Now Mr. Walker, are a participant?" Komui asked me. A participant, yes, indeed I was. However, I didn't trust this man. I didn't trust anyone. So my answer?

"I don't know what you mean by participant Mr. Lee," I said back at him. He made a small smile. He asked someone to bring him a chair, and it was brought to him. He sat down, crossed his legs, and intertwined his hands.

"If you are not a participant, then it seems as though you have been caught in some nasty business. However, you do know what the world is like today yes?" Komui asked me. Of course, it has been 50 years since THE END. THE END being the large war fought by the countries creating a completely new planet earth. Many countries perished and many people died. So many people, that half of the population of the world perished in one year. One day, some bastard decided to give special powers to half of the surviving population. These powers, or Soul Companions, became known as Specters. And the people that gained these Spectres, were known as participants. After all, it was supposed to be a game to him. He gave them power, he was looked as a god, and he made the world into a bloody battle ground. Of course I knew all this, except I answered very simply.

"Yes, I had some problems with some money lenders. They don't let things go by easily," I said. Komui nodded and asked someone to bring him his clipboard.

"Well, Mr. Walker, may I call you Allen?" Komui asked. I just simply nodded my head. It didn't seem like it mattered much.

"Anyways Allen, it seems we have a spare apartment complex in our organization. We could lend it to you, if you decide to join our organization. It's a great opportunity actually. Its home to what we call participants. I will explain what participants are later, for now, it seems that getting you to the room for a good amount of rest seems like first priority," Komui said. I didn't really have a choice right now did I? Oh well, it couldn't hurt right?

"Well, it doesn't seem like there's a better opportunity than this right now. Would you care to tell me the name of this organization that you have here?" I asked. Komui stood up and lifted his hands for a handshake.

"Welcome to the Black Order, Mr. Allen Walker," Komui said. I looked at his hands for a couple seconds, and then I put out mine to shake his. It was a regular handshake, now stabbing the stomach or anything, just a regular handshake that everyone did. What it would be like to be normal...

"Oh and Allen, is that a robotic left arm?" Komui asked me. I looked at my left arm. It was a weird arm indeed because the skin seemed like a real arm, but it actually was smooth, harder than steel, and black, connected to my shoulder. The hand had the fingers and nails, but was completely black with a white cross on it. Well, I didn't feel like letting the truth go to this guy just yet.

"Yes it is, I lost my left arm in an explosion. My foster father was able to find a replacement for it luckly," I said. Komui nodded. He called for a wheel chair, a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of pants. I was able to put on the shirt painfully, but the pants were going to have to wait. I got on the wheel chair, and started to follow Komui to my new room.

"This is your room Allen. I hope that you rest well. You'll need it," Komui said. I nodded and pushed my wheel chair into the room. The room looked like a 400 feet square room; plenty of space for a boy with the smallest amount of belongings in the world. I got off the wheel chair and slowly made my way towards the bed. I fell on my bed, and just before I fell into a deep slumber I whispered to myself.

"A home… Wonder how long I'm going to able to stay here."

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Next Morning

I woke in the morning from a warm tongue licking the side of my face. I slowly opened my eyes to see Timcampy, my robotic golem. He was practically my main and more precious possession.

"Timcampy, I thought I lost you in the crossfire!" I yelled as I pulled the yellow golem to my chest. With Timcampy at my side, I felt that I had to get out of bed, and thanks to being a participant, any wounds that was inflicted upon me, would heal quickly. I walked out of the room to get a better look at the organization head quarters. It was pretty big, and I could tell that it held many people.

((A.N: Just like the real show guys. Describing it would make me feel suicidal. xD))

Then my nose caught one of the most delightful aromas I've ever smelt. What was it? Curry, steak, teriyaki, ramen? No, it was much more. It was like 15 different food aromas blending into one, as they were being cooked at the same time. Then my stomach released a loud grumble. Well, it has been a while since I had last eaten, might as well find the source.

Eventually, the smell led me to what looked like a cafeteria. There weren't many people present, but better for me because that meant the line was shorter. I walked over to the ordering window, and I checked to see that my left arm was being hidden by the shirt. When a reached the window, an Indian man with purple hair that was kept in braids, and sunglasses, was looked at my body up and down.

((A.N: I didn't really remember how he looks like, so I kinda tried to remember from memory!))

"Oh my, you must me the new comer here! Well let me explain to you what happens here. My name is Jerry, one of the best chefs in this new world! You can order any and as much food as you want. What's your name, and then give me your order," Jerry said in a kind voice. Any and as much food as I wanted? This man was going to get busy very soon.

"Ok then. My name is Allen, and I'll take those words to heart. I'll that 5 bowls of ramen, 6 boxes of the teriyaki special that you have, 2 bowls of udong, 8 pieces of large steak, 4 bowls of fried rice, 4 boxes of tempra, and 10 banana split sundaes," I said. Yes, also with the quick healing came the passive unknown reason to eat much more than a regular man. I looked Jerry that had his mouth wide open, and then his mouth turned into a large smile.

"Finally, a challenge comes before my feet! Allen, your order will be finished in a couple minutes!" Jerry said as he dashed off to the inner kitchen. I was going to enjoy living here.

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20 minutes later

I was trying to eat my food in peace, but of course people had to stare at the large mound of food, and me that was finishing it off. The stares were getting quite annoying, and I wanted to ask them to stop staring. Then, a man with spiky red hair, a green head band, eye-patch, and some sort of uniform, came to sit next to me. He put his food down, took a seat, and gave me a goofy smile.

"Hi there! You're the new comer huh? Well, you don't look like a bad guy... The stares getting at ya huh?" He asked. I looked at him like his was a completely stranger, but slowly nodded my head.

"I see, well with a person eating very large quantities of food that no man could ever finish without dying would be a good reason, along with that white hair of yours," He said. I hated this guy already. Couldn't he just leave a person to eat in silence?

"Anyhow, my name is Lavi. Lavi Bookman. Yours?" Lavi asked me. I swallowed the large amount of food in my mouth and took a deep breath.

"Allen, Allen Walker's my name," I told him. Lavi nodded and took a bite out of his sandwich. In a couple minutes, we both finished our food, and left the cafeteria.

"Hey, is there anything interesting to do around here?" I asked. I was completely bored out of my mind. Lavi scratched his head looking for an answer. He did look like the smart guy around here. Then apparently he thought of something, but I didn't think I would like it because of that mischievous smile that was on his face. He grabbed my arm, and ran down multiple hallways until we entered a rectangular shaped park. When I looked, it seemed as though it was a training ground for participants.

"Ok, so this here's the training ground. Might was well see what use you'll have with us!" Lavi said with a large smile on his face. What a guy, treating people like they were some war machine. Well, I didn't really care, but what a way to be rude. Then as a large, muscular fellow was passing by, Lavi shoved me at him, and I crashed at the fellow making him fall on his back.

"What the hell… Hey! Damn new comer! What the hell, you looking for a fight!" The man said. I quickly shook my head no to avoid any unnecessary violence. The man smirked, and stood up.

"I think that you have to teach you manners! My name is Borgia, and I'm going to give you the beating of a life time!" Borgia yelled at me. He picked me up by the collar of the shirt, and practically threw me all the way to the other side. My impact made a large indentation on the wall, and the activities on the park all stopped to look at what was going on. I stood back up, and spit the blood that was in my mouth to the ground. This guy was messing with the wrong person on the wrong day.

"Guess what little buddy! I'm a participant, and my Spectre's to turn any part of my body to steel! I'm going to hit you on the head so hard, you're going to forget everything!" Borgia yelled. I hit his fists together, and then the hands started to become steel. Borgia kept of smirking as he ran at me full speed.

"Say bye bye!" Borgia yelled as he pulled his fist back for a punch. But before his fist reached its target, I did a quick low 360 turn, and elbowed him in the stomach. The impact made him shoot all the way to the other wall, and basically breaking through it. I could feel the eyes looking at me, and it made me kinda embarrassed. But then, Borgia walked out of the large crater that was on the wall, and I could see his muscles bulging out.

"You'll regret that!" Borgia yelled at me. He then hit his chests with his palms, and soon enough, his whole entire body was covered with steel. He then ran at me at a much faster speed, and delivered quickly blows to my stomach then an uppercut to my chin. I landed on the ground with a thud, and Borgia intended to end this battle with a finishing blow. This guy was going to be sorry for messing with me. When his fists came down, it was stopped.

"You know, you're really pissing me off right now. Care to scurry along with your regular activities?" I asked kindly. I had put up my left hand at the last second, and was able to stop his hand. Borgia stood there completely flabbergasted at what he was seeing.

"How is this possible! You're not a participant! No regular man would be able to stop this punch!" Borgia yelled. I smiled and then I quickly delivered a kick to Borgia's stomach that made him shoot 15 feet into the air. I slowly got up and dusted myself off.

"Well, you're right. I'm not a participant," I said lowly. I put out my right hand and pointed a finger at Borgia. Then, I pulled my hands up in the air, and a giant spike came out of the ground from which Borgia was laying at. The rock spike had impaled through the steel coating, and through the entire stomach. I guess that he would have time to reflect what he did, in hell.

"Allen Walker, I need a word with you," I turned out around to see Komui with a serious face. I gave a sad smile and walked towards him. I guess this would be a long talk. I didn't mind all the staring, but I felt a cold glare at my back. I turned around and saw a girl, with dark lavender hair tied into 2 long ponytails, deep purple eyes, and a black dress, giving me a glare that was asking me, 'Why did you do it?' Well the answer was simple.

I was a Game Master.

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Scientixt: So guys! Pls Review! PLS PLS PLS REVIEW! If you don't review, I have nothing to work off on!

Allen: Ya guys, don't review to hurt his feelings and make him be in pain. *whispers* Seriously, don't.

Scientixt: Lenalee.

Lenalee: *Drags Allen off the stage by the neck*

Scientixt: Anyhow! Hope you enjoyed! Pls review, and wait for another chapter eventually! Thank you bunches of honey for reading!