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|Angel With A Shotgun| 2P!America x Reader PT 1/2

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“I don’t care if Heaven won’t take me back. Not without you.”

 

You felt your eyelids slowly flutter open. Something didn’t feel right.

You shifted around. Rough gravel, pebbles, and cracked pieces of cement clawed into your back and elbows. Your eyes instantly widened in surprise as you shot up, sitting upright and gently rubbing the scraped pieces of skin.

“Where… am I?” You wondered aloud.

Everything surrounding you was pitch-black. You couldn’t see a thing. Only pure darkness came to your vision. Did I… go blind? you suddenly thought.

You glanced around frantically, but it was useless. It was as if you were wearing a black blindfold.

Instinctively you reached up to touch your face. Nope, no blindfold. You held your hands out in front of you. Still only darkness. You couldn’t even see two feet in front of you.

I’m… blind? the thought repeated in your mind. It seemed like the only logical explanation. You stood up, and waved your arms around. Nothing came to touch.

-What’s going on? you asked yourself.

That’s when it suddenly dawned on you.

Your name. What was it again? Oh yeah, ____. But what was your last name? You couldn’t remember. You tried to think back how you may have wound up here, but nothing came to mind. You’ve lost your memories.

All you knew was your first name. You didn’t remember any kind of life you may have had before now. And this, was it even life? Or were you… somewhere else? What… happened?

Oh, maybe you were in an accident—and it caused you to go blind and obtain amnesia. Yes, that must be it. But if that was the truth, then why did it feel like you had been lying on the cement ground? If you were injured, shouldn’t you be in a hospital bed?

You took a step. The ground beneath you indeed felt like cement. Why were you lying down earlier? Were you really sleeping on the cold hard ground?

You shook your head. Nothing made sense. Where were you, what happened to you, and most importantly, who were you?

Someone… there has to be someone here who can help me… you thought to yourself weakly. I have no idea where I am, but there has to be someone, right? you thought as you began wobbling forward.

You felt weak, completely drained of energy, and nearly lifeless. Is this what Hell is like? you suddenly pondered. Is it pitch-black in Hell? But… why does it feel so cold here?

You took another few shaky steps. You couldn’t recall ever being blind. But then again, you couldn’t remember anything from your past.

Just as you took another step, you felt your foot hit against something hard. It caused the object to fall over, creating a loud crashing noise against the cement. What was that? you wondered, and bent over to inspect where the object had fallen.

You lowered your hand around where the noise had come from, and instantly came in contact with something smooth and chilled. Is this… glass? You picked up the item, which wasn’t too heavy and felt about the size of a football.

It was strangely shaped. It was made with either glass or medal, or both. You felt around it in the darkness until your fingers touched something familiar.

It was a knob. Heart skipping a beat, you cautiously turned it.

A light instantly turned on.

You gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the lantern. So I’m not blind? you sighed in relief. Placing one palm over your pounding heart, you used the other hand to hold up the small source of light.

The lantern did little to help your situation. Everything was still pitch-black, except for about four feet in front of you. Looking down, the ground indeed was cement. Thick fog rose up from the pavement to around your knees, but you could still see the gravel below your feet. So that’s why it feels so cold, you thought as you began walking forward again.

I don’t know what to think about this. If I’m not blind, then I must have amnesia. I’m clearly lost, but there’s no other source of light…

You looked up, but it was in vain. There were no stars. No moon. Is there a total eclipse of the sun going on right now? you’d do anything to get some answers.

…All the more reasons to keep walking.

Maybe you’d eventually walk into civilization. Someone could tell you where you are, and how you could get home.

…If you even had a home.

You couldn’t even remember the faces of your own parents. Did you even have parents? Every time you tried to remember, you got a painful throbbing in your head.

You kept walking, nearly blindly, into the darkness. The only light that guided you was the flickering glow of the lantern.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. You didn’t feel tired, which was odd. As you were walking, you checked yourself over for any signs of identification. There wasn’t anything in your pockets. You only wore a t-shirt, jeans, and average shoes. Nothing to give you any hints of your identity.

After what seemed like hours, another light came into view.

There, on the horizon, was a dim, circular blue light. You gasped and instantly began running. Nothing was in your way—you had been walking on average cement the entire time.

Maybe that’s a city. Or a house. It’s hard to see from here… you thought as you kept jogging over to the light. Once you got a bit closer, you noticed the place was somewhere in between when it came to size. Smaller than a city, but bigger than a house. It looked more like a mansion or large public building.

You kept a firm hold on the lantern as you got closer. You almost stopped running entirely when the place came into full view. It was hard to pinpoint exactly why, but the area gave off an ominous feeling and dark aura that sent chills down your spine.

In front of you was an enormous building, lit up with multiple, tall lighthouses that gave off an eerie, dim blue glow. The fog was still visible above the ground, but not higher than your knees.

The building looked like an abandoned government base. It appeared as though it hadn’t been used in ages, and there wasn’t a single person in sight. Curious, you decided to keep walking. Just for a little bit.

You glanced around as you slowly inched forward. If I see anyone, would it be safe to ask them what’s going on? you briefly wondered. Maybe you weren’t supposed to be here.

Dusty government tanks and dented helicopters were scattered around the area. None of them looked like they could still operate. Used bullets, broken guns, and various grenade pins littered the cracked pavement. An old barbed-wire fence surrounded the property, but was left open—allowing you to enter.

Maybe I should turn back? you briefly realized. It doesn’t look like anyone would be here. You turned to leave, but felt yourself stop. What if I don’t run into another building for a long time? What if I’m stuck in an abandoned ghost town? Would it be better to stay here and hide until help comes? You were too young to know exactly what to do. And the fact that you had no idea who you were and or anything about your past didn’t help either. Maybe that building is open too. I could have a place to rest, and there could be more lighting inside…

You felt yourself moving forward again. I should still be alert. Cautiously you crept up to hide behind a tank, and looked for any signs of danger. Who knows, there could be wild animals roaming around this weird place.

You were off to the left side of the building, near one of the barbed wire fences. “…Alright, it seems safe enough. No one appears to be here.” You said aloud, and sighed in relief. You were starting to talk to yourself out of pity. And to stay sane. “Now to check out the inside of the buil-”

“-You don’t want to do that.”

You almost jumped out of your skin.

You gasped sharply as you whipped around so fast your neck almost snapped, “W-Who the hell are you?!” Your heart pounded so hard at the sudden voice that you nearly feared cardiac arrest.

A dark chuckle was heard off to the side. “I’m your worst nightmare~”

The throbbing in your chest intensified. Carefully, you stepped over to where you heard the voice. From the lowness of it, you knew it belonged to a male. “Excuse me…?”

Another laugh. More lighthearted, but just as teasing. “I’m kidding. I heard that in a movie once.”

You walked another few steps and emerged from behind the tank. When more light came into view, you caught sight of someone crouching down; his back to you. “A movie…” The words came out sounding as confused as you felt. From your current position, you could only see a brown leather bomber jacket with the number ‘50’ on the back.

“Yeah. Don’t ask which, ‘cause I can’t remember.”

You squinted. It was difficult to see with all the shadows, but you could slightly make out that he was aiming a shotgun. One of his knees was on the ground, while the other was bent with his sneaker on the pavement. He was clearly focusing more on aiming his weapon than his conversation with you.

He doesn’t seem dangerous… you began to think, but then instantly shook off the thought. Of course he’s dangerous—he was aiming a freaking shotgun!

“Um… I…” You wanted to ask him where you were, but at the same time, you felt the need to bolt right out of there. Something about him gave off a dark feeling that you didn’t like at the moment.

His large gun was pointed between the open square shapes of the barbed wire fence, but you couldn’t see what he could possibly be aiming at. There was nothing out there but darkness. “You want to know why you’re here, don’t you?” He asked, again without turning his back to look at you. He kept one eye looking into the shotgun’s magnifier.

You instantly stiffened. So he had an idea about what was going on? Why everything was so dark, why there weren’t any stars or moon out, why the place looked like the ruins of an apocalyptic world…? “I…” You cleared your throat, and tried to steady your pounding heartbeat. “-Yes. I want to know what’s going on.” You said as casually as possible. You didn’t want to make it look like you had just been wandering around aimlessly until accidentally stumbling into this creepy place.

He chuckled again, “Okay. What’s your name?”

You stared hard at his back. “_____.” You mumbled.

“Last name?”

“…I can’t remember.” You nearly whispered. You’d nearly forgotten about the whole amnesia thing.

He still didn’t take one glance at you. “…That’s common.” He spoke after a moment.

You instantly perked back up, “What do you mean? Do people who come here always lose their memories…?”

He nodded, and you felt your hands ball into fists. He must have all the answers you need, but he was barely paying any attention to you. “…What about you? What’s your name?” You nearly wanted to grab his shoulders, shake him hard, and demand for all your answers this instant.

“Allen.” He said plainly, as if tossing the conversation into the back of his mind while he mainly focused on something else.

It feels like this is going nowhere, you thought to yourself. Carefully, you stepped closer to him. If you spoke to him face-to-face, maybe he’d pay more attention. “Hi Allen. Can you tell me where I am?” You were standing right behind him at this point.

Ignoring the question, he said, “You might want to go close that gate.”

Giving him a confused expression, you responded, “Why? It was open when I got here.”

He nodded, adjusting the shotgun again. “I know. Just go do it.”

Keep it together, keep it together… you chanted to yourself as you did as you were told. He’s the only person around here who might know what to tell me, so for now I just need to stay calm… you told yourself as you rolled the heavy barbed wire fence to the other side and closed it.

As you got back over, you crouched beside him and faced him. “Okay. Now can you please tell me what’s happened to me?” You nearly begged.

In response, he fired the shotgun.

The loud bang echoed in your ears, and you instantly covered them with your hands to block out the ringing. “What the hell, man?!” You shouted.

He smirked, and turned to face you. “If you wanna know why I had you close the gate, it was because of those.” He pointed over beyond the fence.

With exasperation, you turned to look at what he could have possibly shot.

And almost felt your heart leap into your throat.

Words could barely describe your shock. Never had you seen anything like this. It was a fallen creature; exactly what it was, you had no idea.

You stared hard, rubbed your eyes, looked again, and nearly felt yourself pass out. Things like those didn’t exist in real life. Only nightmares. What kind of world was this?!

Allen stood up, and grabbed ahold of your arm to bring you to your feet. “If I tried to explain this part first, you would have never believed me.” He commented as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking away from your face.

You watched him closely, adrenaline pumping. Somehow, this guy reminded you of someone. You couldn’t remember who. He just looked insanely familiar—and it bugged you that your lost memory wouldn’t allow you to recall. “But… what was that?” You finally managed to croak out. It had looked like a tall, insanely skinny, charred-black human. But it was most definitely not human. It was shaped more like twigs with arms and legs, with foot long claws and glowing red lights for eyes. The color in them had gone out just as Allen had shot it. The creature looked like a demon straight out of a horror film.

“That was one of God’s minions,”

You shook your head at the silly explanation, “No, really. What was that?”

He sighed again, “Ugh, I have so much work to do.” He groaned as he leaned his back against the fence and rubbed his face with his hands.

You stood to face him again. He still looked like someone you might have known, but no exact image or thought came to mind of how you could have really known him. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He took in a deep breath and faced you. “…Well. I’ve been expecting you.” He said with a tiny smile.

You blushed just the tiniest bit. As he’d faced you, he had come more into the light. The dim blue glow had casted a good view of his features, and wow—did he look interesting.

His eyes were crimson red, and his skin was smooth and tan. Red sunglasses rested over his dark brown hair, and he wore a white t-shirt with a long, silver dogtag necklace down the middle. Over it he had on the bomber jacket you’d noticed earlier, but from the front, you could see it had a red star on one side of the top-front pockets. He wore baggy, slightly ripped blue jeans and red-and-white sneakers.

Upon closer inspection, he didn’t seem as familiar as you had previously thought, but something still bothered you in the back of your mind about him. You must have seen him from somewhere—you just had no idea where.

“S-So… you’ve been expecting me? What does that mean?” You asked after a moment.

He smirked, “You’re in purgatory.”

It took a few seconds for that to sink in.

“…P-Purgatory…? You can’t be serious, right…?” Your voice was shaky, body suddenly weak.

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m dead. You’re dead. We’re not in Heaven, we’re not in Hell. We’re in the in-between, you know?” He placed his hands in his pockets, the shotgun under his left arm.

You felt like you were about to collapse. To keep steady, you placed one of your hands on a nearby crate. Purgatory? I’m dead? This can’t be happening…!

“You have amnesia, right? Like I said, that’s common when someone first comes here. But it’s okay; your memories will come back with time, maybe.” He explained casually; as if he told people these things on a daily basis.

You were slowly getting yourself together. Removing your hand from the crate, you asked in a less shaky voice, “Are there others?”

He nodded, making eye contact with you. “I’m the leader of a battlefront. Our sole purpose is to rebel against God-” A screeching noise interrupted his explanation. Grabbing his shotgun, he aimed it at another human-like creature from behind the fence, “Oh, shut up.” He shot the thing right in the head, causing it to fall lifelessly to the ground.

You watched its glowing red eyes die out to nothing, and looked at Allen again. “So those are…”

“Demons, you could say. They’re trying to take us to Heaven.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “What? No way. I’d want to go to Heaven. How could those things—those demons—be responsible for taking us there?” You challenged, crossing your arms.

“It’s true,” He shrugged. “To stay here, we have to fight. Or else those demons will try to take our soul and send us up to Heaven.”

…At first, you couldn’t believe it. Those terrifying creatures would send your soul to Heaven? By how? Eating you alive? Even if it was the truth, you knew you’d never let yourself be eaten by one of those disgusting things. Never, ever.

Allen smirked at your displeased expression and tossed his shotgun at you. Taken by surprise, you clumsily caught the loaded weapon in your hands. “W-Wait, isn’t this your weapon?”

He smirked again as he reached behind the crate and picked up a baseball bat with crooked nails sticking out of the sides, “Nope, it’s yours.”

Soon after, he began leading you over to the building. As you cautiously walked with him, he explained how anyone here was technically an angel. You and everyone else in the Battlefront had apparently died miserable, horrible deaths. So terrible that none of you were allowed to enter Heaven just yet. Nor hell, so you were all stuck here in the ‘in-between’ for now.

“So why are you here?” You had asked him curiously, since he obviously seemed like he had been here a long time and probably had all of his memories.

To which he’d responded that he was the only one here who had actually been to Heaven. He was the leader of the Battlefront partly because he wasn’t entirely like everyone else in purgatory. He was sent here not because his death was horrifying, but for bad behavior. It was punishment from the Heavens to force him out and kick him down here.

“Why? What’d you do to piss off God so much?” You’d asked lightheartedly.

But he had simply shook his head and said he couldn’t tell you. “…You’re too new.” He’d responded.

He also explained how everyone else in the Battlefront hadn’t yet been to Heaven, like you, but that they didn’t want to. They were anti-God for sending them here in the first place. They wouldn’t stand for their lives to be ended the way they were, and wanted a second chance at life. They didn’t want to go to Heaven—they wanted to go back to Earth.

So they killed any demon that got near them—the creatures sent by God to take their souls. They knew some time God would have to take them back, take them back to Earth. He had the power to do it. “But how do you know? Just because you kill His demons, you think He’ll just send you back to Earth for a second chance?”

Allen had shook his head, “That’s not all there is to it. There are other factors that contribute to the process—the process for Him to allow it. Everyone here knows what they have to do. I know what I need to. Soon, you might, too.”

Surprised, you’d quickly asked, “What is it? What do I need to go back?”

To which he’d said, “I can’t tell you. Maybe you’ll figure it out once you get your memories back.”

After that, he’d asked if you’d officially join his Battlefront. Now that you understood more, you could make a clear choice. Either go to Heaven—or fight for your second chance at life.

You had thought it over for a while. If you decided to go to Heaven, you wouldn’t know what you would be leaving behind. You had no recollection of your past life. And besides, to go to Heaven, you had to have one of those frightening bony demons take your soul first. By their mindless actions, zombie-like appearance, and inability to speak, you knew it would probably be like being eaten and having your soul somehow ripped out.

You couldn’t leave this place. Not yet. You wanted to know why Allen looked so familiar. And you wanted time to get your memories back, like Allen said they would. You wanted to know what was so tragic and horrifying about your death—you had no idea what it could be. Your body was physically fine, so there were no wounds to tell how you died.

“I’ll join your Battlefront.” You told him as you both made it to the large building’s front doors.

He smirked as he grabbed the handle, “I thought you might.”

The door opened. It was brighter inside, but not by much. The dim blue glow from outside was replaced with slightly-faint, flickering yellow light.

“But I should warn you,” He spoke in a sly whisper, “The other guys here are a little… strange.”

Before you could respond, you heard a high-pitched, girly squeal from above the stairs, “AAAAALLENNNNN~!”

You snapped your head up to the staircase, just as a blob of ultra-bright color sped down to Allen at lightning speed. “I MISSED YOU!” The person affectionately glomped Allen to the ground, “Where were you? We were so worried! How can we survive without someone as brave and wonderful and strong and lovely as you~?!” The boy straddled Allen as he rubbed his face into his neck, arms wrapped around his waist, hearts practically surrounding them.

You giggled at the sight. Allen did not look like the type to let a girly-boy like this one love on him like that.

Apparently, you were right. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME, OLIVER!”

“BUT I LOVE YOU~!”

Allen ignored the other boy’s pleas and pushed him off. “Ouch!” Just as the brightly-clothed boy fell to the ground, another figure appeared out of nowhere.

“Stop with this foolishness, Oliver. You should feel ashamed of yourself.”

You looked up, and almost backed away. Unlike Oliver, this guy reminded you more of Allen—an intimidating older guy with a dark aura and ominous appearance.

“Zao, where are the others? We’ve got someone new joining us.” Allen smirked as he teasingly used your head as an armrest.

The one called Zao simply scoffed, “How the hell should I know?” You noticed he had red eyes like Allen. But they were more difficult to see under the shadows of his black Chinese military cap. His brown hair was chin-length and he wore a red long-sleeved shirt with a high collar; which was unzipped and visibly showed his collar bones and upper chest.

“Oh, Francois-darling is in the meeting room! I was just with him until you showed up, my dearest Al~” Oliver looked up towards Allen, hands against the side of his cheek,  fingers interlocked lovingly, hearts practically in his sky blue, pink-swirled eyes.

You almost laughed out loud. That little Oliver guy was cute. His bright pink sweater-vest, huge sky blue bowtie, strawberry-blonde hair, British accent, and dash of freckles were undeniably adorable.

“Get everyone together. It’ll make things easier.” Allen mumbled, just as Oliver saluted and ran off to do as he was told.

A few minutes later, you found yourself in a meeting room of some sort with a total of eight other fallen angels. All of whom either looked insane, sociopathic, and/or possibly murderous.

The last trait was set in stone for you not only because they all appeared crazy and mentally unstable but because, as soon as you’d walked in the door, a throwing knife nearly lodged into your skull. “WHAT THE HELL?!” You’d unintentionally shouted as you saw the knife stuck into the door right next to your head.

A disturbing, high-pitched giggle erupted from the group, and you glanced wearily at the laugh’s owner. “Sorry, that was an accident, sweetie-pie~” You noticed he had purplish-pink eyes, tanned skin, dark brown hair, and was wearing an Italian Brigade uniform.

“So this is the new person?” An emotionless voice asked, and you immediately looked to see where the voice had come from.

“Yes it is, Francois! Isn’t she nice? I think Allen likes her, and if Allen likes her, then I do too~!” Oliver squealed cheerfully. He ran up and gave the other blonde a tight hug and giggled.

The ‘Francois’ guy looked a bit creepier than the rest. His purple eyes were swollen with dark bags and circles beneath them, his long blonde hair was messy and knotted, the smoke from his cigarette surrounded him like a cloud, his long-sleeved button-up purple shirt was wrinkled, and his stubble was scruffy. “Get off me, Oliver.” Apparently he reacted to Oliver the same way Allen did. Minus the emotion.

“…She looks weak.” A stoic voice spoke up.

You nearly cringed. But, he was right. You knew you weren’t specifically strong or trained in any kind of combat. “She might be, but we can train her.” Allen defended. But just as you looked up at him, he smirked at you in a teasing way.

The other person didn’t respond. He was the farthest from the group—in a dark corner away from everyone else. His long black scarf covered most of his face except for his thin crimson eyes and brown hair.

“Anyway, let’s hurry up with the introductions. That weird guy in the corner over there is Ion. The dude who almost threw a knife at your head was Luciano. That one being hugged by Oliver is Francois. You already met Zao, didn’t you? Besides him, there’s also Lutz and Kuro.” Allen pointed over to two more guys near the back.

One of them was tall with piercing pinkish-purple eyes. He had on a black German field cap and had a scar beneath his left eye. He was wearing a loose white tank top with a khaki jacket hanging over his shoulders. “Pleasure to meet you.” He winked.

“I hope you will prove yourself honorable.” The other one deadpanned. A scowl was on his face, which somehow matched his dull red eyes. He was wearing a black version of the Japanese Imperial Navy uniform, along with a purple cape and white gloves. You noticed in his right hand was a sharp katana.

Allen wasn’t kidding when he said these guys were strange!... you recalled in the back of your mind.

You introduced yourself to the group, to which Oliver and Luciano sang, “Welcome to the Battlefront~!”

XxXx Angel With A Shotgun xXxX


Days went by. Everyone lived, ate, and slept in the building together. You wondered how they managed to do it without killing each other out of their short tempers and insanity.

How did I end up here? you sometimes wondered. I’m nothing like any of them. We’re all very different, but the others… they’re all just crazy. I’m not. So why did I wind up here with them?

You wanted a second chance at life. And to do it, you needed to stay here and fight. Allen said your memories would come back eventually, but they hadn’t yet. He’d told you how your realization to leave this place would come with your memories—or that you could at least figure it out from them—so you were desperate for your amnesia to wear off. You still knew nothing of yourself besides your name and attitude.

Shortly after joining the Battlefront, Allen began some intense training with you. Each morning (or at least whenever you woke up, since there was no sun or moon here to differentiate between night and day), he would begin your gun shooting lessons. After a couple hours, you’d get to have a break, and then Luciano would teach you how to use his throwing knives. He said they’d come in handy if you ever ran out of bullets with your back against a wall and swarms of demons surrounding you.

…Yeah, he liked to paint creepy pictures with his words.

Sometimes, Kuro trained you how to use a sword. He said it was best to carry and know how to use multiple weapons. You found it easier to wield a sword rather than aim a shotgun, so you enjoyed his lessons a bit more. Though neither swordsmanship nor gun shooting were as simple as knife-throwing. It was easier to learn after a while, once you got used to it.

Oliver was known as the chef of the Battlefront. Everything he cooked was absolutely delicious, though you were warned that his baking was… special. Allen had told you never to try one of his cupcakes, for the affectionate Brit often threw in dangerous substances to the icing.

Zao, Ion, and Francois were the only ones who took a while to warm up to you. With Ion and Francois being the stoic and emotionless ones that they were, they often didn’t speak to you unless to complain about your uselessness or stupidity. You couldn’t understand why they didn’t like you. Often you were kind to them, but Allen had said they were like that about everyone. “Don’t sweat it; they’ll eventually grow to not hate you.” He’d once teased.

Lutz, needless to say, was the notorious pervert of the Battlefront. Allen often had to remove him from you to protect you from his flirtatious advances, which always made you uncomfortable.

At first, Zao simply ignored your existence, but after a while, he started to grow a bit fonder of you. One day, he completely stopped ignoring you, and offered if you wanted to smoke opium with him. You were surprised at the fact that he was even speaking to you, so you had asked him what opium was. Almost cheerfully, he explained how great opium could make you feel, claiming it as a legal drug. You knew you wouldn’t be doing any drugs with him, but you listened anyway since he seemed so excited about it. Right at that moment was when Allen walked in and kicked Zao out, since apparently the guy had a past of gaining girls’ trust just to smoke opium with and then rape them while they’re high.

…Yeah, Zao had to go into Allen’s ‘time-out’ room for a few days after that.

As time passed, you slowly got closer and closer to the Battlefront. Allen, Oliver, Luciano, and surprisingly—Kuro, became quite good friends. Lutz even stopped flirting with you after he realized just how uncomfortable it made you feel. Ion and Francois—just as Allen had predicted—slowly stopped with the rude remarks, which Ion had called ‘blunt honesty’. They started having more civil conversations with you and ultimately growing into friendly comrades. Allen had forced Zao to apologize about before, and promise never to attempt to drug you again. Zao had surprisingly apologized without hesitance, but often flirted around or teased you only slightly less than Lutz.

You were currently taking a nap on the living room couch as Allen suddenly jolted you awake, “Hey dollface, me Oliver and Zao are going into the city, wanna come?”

You rubbed your tired eyes, “Wha? I was sleepin’, y’know. Why don’t you go ask Luciano or Kuro?” You yawned as your head fell back onto a couch pillow.

He rolled his eyes, “They’re probably busy. Besides, it’d be your first trip that far outside the base. You can test out your new skills me and Kuro have taught ya.” He said as he rubbed your shoulder to keep you from falling back asleep.

You smirked, “And Luciano. You always forget Luciano.”

“Whatever. Throwing knives shouldn’t be considered a weapon.”

Reluctantly, you sat up. Out of all the rooms to take a nap in, you just had to pick this one, didn’t you? The lighting here was the brightest, and even though that was normally a good thing (since everywhere else it was either dim or flickering), it wasn’t when the harsh light was picking at your groggy eyelids.

“Well…” You looked at Allen, who was seated next to you. Never had you been so close to his face while in a bright lighting like this, and the experience gave you a weird feeling. He still seems so familiar, you thought to yourself. I wish he would tell me if he knew me. But he won’t tell me anything about his past life. I wonder if we met somehow…? You looked into his eyes. His blood-colored orbs weren’t what made you slightly recognize him, but their shape and size. It was as though in your previous life, you had looked into those round eyes every day. His haircut and style also rang a bell too. Same with his cocky grin, demanding attitude, and attractively toned body. “…Fine, I’ll go with you guys.”

A while later, you found yourself walking around the outside darkness with Allen, Oliver, and Zao. You all had lanterns and flashlights to guide the way into the city, which you had to visit in order to obtain necessary supplies such as more food, water, ammunition, weapons, batteries, knives for Luciano, and cigarettes for Francois. “Why do we always have to walk here? Can’t we take a car?” Zao complained.

Allen shook his head. “You know they attract their attention more.”

Even without being told what, you knew Allen was talking about the demons. “So… if we’re in purgatory, why is there a city here?” It was a question you’d wanted to ask for a while.

No one spoke for a moment. Finally, a sigh was heard, and you looked towards Allen. “…Well, it’s just a guess, but we think maybe this place… wherever it really is… was once ‘used’ as Hell. But maybe, that old saying ‘When Hell freezes over’ actually had some meaning behind it. Or in our case, it darkened, and only ruins of some creepy type of civilization were left.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up in slight confusion, “’Creepy type of civilization’…?”

Oliver giggled ominously, “If you haven’t realized it by now, we’re not exactly going into a city. You could call it one to feel normal, but in fact, it’s like a place used for torture.”

Your heart sped up. “Torture?”

Allen discreetly nudged Oliver, “Don’t scare her.”

Zao chuckled darkly, “He’s right. But you see, devils needed food and water just as humans do. There’s some left over that’s still well to consume, and that’s what we’re going after. They left weapons and ammunition behind too, along with medical supplies to care for the devils who actually managed to be injured by the angry humans. They tortured them here in Hell until-”

“-It froze over.” Allen interrupted.

“-No, it moved somewhere else! And then this place became purgatory, yes?” Oliver chimed in.

Allen facepalmed, “You guys are idiots. These are all just guesses, dollface.” He said as he turned to you and lightly punched your shoulder.

As you’d all been walking, a blue glow on the horizon was growing bigger and bigger. After another few minutes, the ‘city’ came into view.

Now to call it a city wasn’t exactly incorrect. There were multiple buildings, which all looked abandoned. A ghost town, you could call it. The streetlights had the same glow as back at the base—dim, blue, and slightly flickering. The pavement was cracked with age, windows were shattered, and there were several stadiums which were stained with blood splatters.

“So… what happens now?” You asked as you all stepped into the place. It looked like an abandoned version of New York City.

You smiled as an image suddenly came into your mind. A comforting, relaxed view of a familiar city street. One with happy children running around, neighbors greeting each other, flowers along the windowsills, smiling by-passers, bell-ringing bicyclists, beautiful sunset…-

 Suddenly, you gasped. It was a memory.

 It was of a street in New York. Before you could fully comprehend the realization, Allen spoke up. “We split up. I’ll go look for some drinkable water. Oliver, you can go find what you’re going to make for dinner tonight. Something vegetarian, got it?”

Oliver saluted, “Aye~!”

“I’ll go find some more weapons and ammunition. You think our little raven here is going to be fine all by herself?” Zao asked Allen as he thumb-pointed behind himself to you.

Allen glanced over, “Well…” He looked you in the eye. “This is your first mission. So have Zao accompany you while you go look for some medical supplies.” He then turned to face the whole group, “Everyone have your weapons and walkie-talkies?”

You, Oliver, and Zao nodded. “Good. Keep them with you at all times. We meet back here in an hour. Remember to keep quiet as not to attract any of the demons. Only shoot when absolutely necessary. Otherwise, use your swords or ax. Now let’s move.” And with that, they all walked off in opposite directions—leaving you alone.

“Hey wait, you jerk.” You teased as you skipped up to the fast-walking fallen angel. “You’re supposed to come with me, Zao~”

“Well then walk faster.”

You sped up your pace, “Where are we going first?”

“To the pharmacy. There’s one nearby.”

You both soon came to the medical store. As you walked in, Zao kept you close to his body, his red eyes scanning the area for any demons. “…It’s safe. For now.” He removed his left arm from around your waist but kept his right holding up a samurai sword.

You walked over to the medicine cabinets in the back. You quickly opened the empty backpack you’d brought with you and started filling it with antibiotics, pain-killers, ibuprofen, and other useful medicine. Not long after, you heard Zao shuffling through the drugs. Without looking towards him, you sighed and said, “Looking for some more drugs? You’re such an addict. You’ll get yourself killed one of these days.”

He chucked, just as you realized why. “Sure, I’ll just go die. Again.”

You waved it off and went behind a tall shelf to grab some bandages, gauze, and peroxide. “You should give it a try. I won’t try to take advantage of you like last time, I promise~” He cooed.

You ignored him. It normally wasn’t safe to speak about opium or other drugs around Zao.

A little while later, you completely had your guard down. Not just from Zao, but for any demons. You knew this wasn’t good. Even with all your training, you still didn’t feel very strong or prepared for a real fight with demons. Sure they were slow-moving and unintelligent, but they seemed terrifying. You could barely stand looking at one.

You were surprised that Allen still kept you around even when you weren’t nearly as useful as the rest of the Battlefront. They could handle themselves on missions, they could fight demons, they weren’t afraid, they-

A sudden shuffling noise against the ground broke you out of your trance. “Oh, Zao. You scared me. I-” You turned, but a different pair of blood-red eyes met your face.

You screamed, and fell over backwards. The demon’s glowing red eyes shuffled closer, and it let out a horrible, ear-piercing screech as it lunged for you.

Zao immediately dropped what he was doing and jumped over the pharmacy counter. He raised his sword as he ran forward, just as you crawled backwards to avoid the demon’s long claws coming down over you.

The claws lodged into the tile floor, momentarily leaving the demon immobile. At that second Zao swung his sword and within a blink—the demon was decapitated. Black blood-like liquid splattered all over the walls, shelves, and ground.

You felt yourself shaking as another demon appeared from behind Zao. “B-Behind you!”

Zao turned, just as another demon came in through the doorway. Soon, two more appeared from the back room. Another came in through the broken glass window behind you. “Oh no!” You shrieked, “We’re trapped!” There were demons blocking the exit, open window, back room, and space to your sides.

Zao immediately sliced off the head of the nearest demon to him and ran over to you. He quickly pulled you up and swung his sword into the brain of the demon staggering over from the window. You looked into the now open exit, just as the four other demons inside began to close in behind Zao. “Go forth, my little raven. I’ll cover you.” He said just as six more demons from outside heard the commotion and began shuffling over to the pharmacy’s open window.

“But I can’t leave y-”

“-Just go!” He shouted as he pulled out a shotgun. More demons started coming in from the back room and front door. You realized he was trying to kill off as many as he could within the pharmacy so they couldn’t chase you. There was no way he’d let the new girl get chased by a horde of demons on her first mission. Much too dangerous and risky. “I’ll call for backup. You can do it! Just shoot those fuckers!” He said as he began firing at the massive amounts of demons that were piling in.

“But…” You frantically looked between the exit and Zao.

Hurry. I’ll be fine. Now run!” To show his determination, he shot a single bullet at the tile near you shoes.

Now convinced, you wiped a small tear from your left eye and ran off. You jumped out the broken window, shotgun now in hands.

But many demons had already heard Zao’s gunshots.  A large horde of them were walking down the streets toward the pharmacy; their disturbing moans and screeches audible.

You let out a shocked scream as they began moving towards you. Running as fast as you could, you tried to hold in the choking sobs from leaving Zao behind.

At this point, shooting was useless. Demons were appearing from every corner as you ran away from the enormous crowd of them behind you. There was almost no place to hide.

Still, you continued to run. Your legs were starting to weaken, heart was pounding hard against your chest, and your breaths came out dry and ragged. Your stomach cramped up, and it started to physically hurt to run.

Even with your conditions, you helplessly began to shoot. Any demon that appeared from a corner in front of you was shot at and missed. With your uneven running, tear-blurred vision, and weak arms, you couldn’t aim properly.

Deciding not to waste bullets, you sling the shotgun’s strap over your shoulder and clumsily unsheathe your sword. As you continued to run forward, you swung at any demon that came within four feet of you.

Some of them successfully lost an arm or two, but you never had the patience or aim to go for their heads. Which was the only way to fully kill them.

Your running was getting dangerously slower from the exhaustion. The demons behind you were starting to catch up. By now, they were only about twenty feet away.

More tears started to spill down your eyes. Zao still hadn’t emerged from the pharmacy. What would the Battlefront do when they found out you left him?

Your distracted mind didn’t suddenly process what was happening in front of you. As you momentarily stopped thinking of Zao and looked straight forward, you gasped sharply and almost felt your heart stop.

Another horde of demons were approaching. They limped from the direction you were running. The city street was narrow with no other turns. You were trapped with both hordes of demons closing in on you.

You frantically looked around. Between the buildings were small alleys you could escape in. But they were much too far away and too close to the advancing demons. You had no way out. This was it.

The sword slipped from your shaking hand. Your shotgun fell from your trembling shoulder to the ground. You fearfully reached for your throwing knives, but you knew it would do no good. You were outnumbered 1 to hundreds.

The demons crept even closer, their hissing mouths opening up to reveal sharp rows of shark-like teeth and long snake-like tongues. Their glowing red eyes focused only on you as your burning legs gave out and caused you to fall.

All seemed hopeless. You would never get a second chance at life. You had let down Zao and everyone else in the Battlefront.

Just as more tears began streaming down your cheeks, you heard a faint whipping sound within the air.

Looking up into what would be the sky, the city’s dim, flickering blue lights revealed something above the buildings.

The demons continued closing in on you. But you didn’t pay attention at the moment as you caught sight of something flying. It was lowering down, directly over you.

Your eyes widened in pure shock and amazement as a rope ladder was thrown down from the helicopter.

You gasped sharply as you realized someone near the bottom of the ladder, one foot on a rope and one hand grasping another piece. Allen flew down with the rope ladder, his signature smirk on his face as always. “Need some help, dollface?”

You felt paralyzed. Completely stunned with surprise, you felt an enormous wave of relief wash over your entire body. Looking up a bit more, you caught sight of Oliver cheerfully waving down at you from the window of the pilot’s seat.

Allen swooped down to grab you, just as you shouted, “B-But what about Zao?!”

The ladder swung down to your level, the demons still closing in frantically. Allen grabbed ahold of your waist and pressed you to his chest. Grinning, he pointed behind you just as your feet lifted off the ground.

You nearly snapped your neck as you quickly whipped your head around. You felt your heart soar when you caught sight of Zao cutting his way towards the helicopter. “Hurry up, asshole! We’ve gotta go!” Allen shouted, but a smile was on his face. You could tell this was his way of being affectionate to him.

“Shut up!” Zao used his right hand to decapitate three demons at once with a single swipe, while the other hand he used to smash brains with an ax. He continued running throughout the horde, zigzagging between tight groups, cutting down any that came within a foot of him. They all tried to bite into him or claw him, but he was too swift and fast for them.

You couldn’t believe it. He was literally running through the hordes. One second inside them and you thought you’d be a goner.

He soon came within a few feet of the rope ladder just as Oliver began maneuvering the helicopter up. The demons were still closing in around you and Allen. “You’ve got one shot—just jump!” Allen called out. “You won’t be able to do it~” He teased, and you pinched his arm.

“Come on, Zao! You can make it!” You cheered.

He cut down the few remaining demons separating him from the ladder. The rope was getting higher off the ground; by now about eight feet. Please, please make it… you chanted to yourself.

Zao jumped up and grabbed ahold of the very end of the ladder—the exact second before a demon missed his leg.

Within that moment, Oliver steered the helicopter up above the buildings and soared through the air.

You continued hanging onto Allen as the wind, dead city, and flickering blue lights flew past you. Looking down, you saw the demons screeching and growling out nonsense—uselessly raising their arms up to their escaping meals. They hissed and bared their crooked teeth as they watched their food fly away. You shivered at the sight.

“Don’t look down.” Allen quietly advised.

Now hundreds of feet off the ground, you were terrified of both falling and getting eaten by demons. Shyly, you looked up at your savior instead.

He protectively tightened his arms around your waist, and held you even closer to his body. “…Don’t worry; I won’t let you fall.” The passing blue light illuminated his face.

And that’s when it happened.

You finally realized why he looked so familiar.

Like that memory of New York City, you recognized him in an instant.

Because, you suddenly remembered your hero. You remembered Alfred.

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Allen-
2P!America
Alfred- America
Oliver- 2P!England
Zao- 2P!China
Francois- 2P!France
Ion- 2P!Russia
Luciano- 2P!Italy
Kuro- 2P!Japan
Lutz- 2P!Germany

A.N.: Plot, plot, and more plot. We’ve got hardly any fluff in here ;_;

But oh well, I hope you’re enjoying the story. Part 2 is already written and completed; it’ll be posted in a few days... :iconfrenchsquealplz: Can't wait for you to read it~! Little Pixel Heart 

I had some great inspirations for this, and I really want to tell you one of them, but I think it’ll have to wait till the end. :3 Because, if you looked it up now, then it would give you some major spoilers for Part 2 ._.

Anyways, I had so much fun writing Allen’s one-shot. Or shall I say two-shot? …It was my first time writing the 2P’s, but it came pretty naturally. Ahahaha, anyways, don’t forget to comment and see you at Angel with a Shotgun: Part 2~! 

(Btw, thanks for the 200 Watchers! I've only been on dA for 2 months and I already have so many lovely followers. Thanks so much, guys~ Anyways, if you're new, please check out my 17 other APH reader-inserts? ^_^)

:icon2pusaplz::iconsaysplz:But don't forget about me... got it?

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UNIQUE AND GREAT STORY! IM LOVING ITTTT