Without a second thought she grabbed the door handle to their home and rushed inside.
Opening the door there met with a small hallway with some pictures hanging of the family -mainly consisting of Allen and his sister.
Barley a couple of steps into the hallway they hear a soft and beautiful voice call to them.
"Allen? Milice? Are ya'll finally home?"
Milice is quick to speak up shouting, and runs down the -last not so stretched- part of the hallway. She turns the corner with a swift motion and grabs the wall for support so as to not slip.
Disappearing from Allen's view, only allowing him to hear the light steps of his sister and the sound of a soft thud that followed after it.
Turning the corner, Allen enters the living room with a sofa nestled against the wall, a small T.V pleased on the opposite wall, and looking further ahead Allen could see the kitchen with a single countertop separating the living room and the kitchen. Along with that there are a couple of decorative items, tables, plants, and many other microlance items as well as a set of stars in a separate hall connected at the edge of the living room leading to the second floor where the bathroom and his room were located. There's also a door at the end of the kitchen that leads outside to a glass room that not only leads to the back yard, but also houses many plants and paintings that his mother personally crafted.
Looking just a bit past the counter top and through the window of the door leading to the glass room, Allen sees his mother hugging Milice tight, which brings him pause.
Staring at the mother and daughter he can't help the out of place feeling. Afterall there the spitting image of family. Same milky brown hair, same light brown eyes.
And as Allen's own pitch black hair rests slightly on his eyes he can't help the feeling of slight envy, afterall was he even really family she treated Milice so much better. She got freedom, was rarely punished. It wasn't fair, and his anxietys were only proven when turning his head to the mirror that lay just on the side of the wall. Looking mirror to see pale skin, black eyes darky the even coal with hair that matched that same black shade.
Well what about his father?
His father wasn't currently home -off on some 12 hour shift- but he didn't need him to be, after all he didn't even resemble his dad, who had red hair and hazel eyes.
So what was Allen's excuse? He had no relatives to reference his odd appearance from so the only other option was he wasn't their son.
Which was a thought that pained Allen dearly.
Of course there was another potential reason.
Allen turned his head and gave a menacing glare at his shadow.
Allen was planning to just go to his room and rest the headache that came with the use of his ability, but his movements were halted by his mothers voice.
"Allen come on. Is it so hard to come hug your mother?"
Allen tilted his head in his mothers direction, a strange warmth filling his heart, but just as that warmth came it left, like a wave resetting back to the water as it washed over him leaving him bare and cold.
With a sigh Allen walked over to his mother and sister. Opening the door to the glass room he could get a proper look inside.
The room contained a variety of plants with multiple paintings of equal diversity littered around as well. Looking behind his mother he could see she's working on something new.
As Allen closes the door behind him his mother gives his warmest smile to him, causing Allen to of course, look away a bit shy like her teeth were the sun and if he looked any longer he may go blind.
'If only I was that pretty."
Allen wasn't ugly necessarily but he wasn't necessarily above average -he was probably a bit under it even.
"Just going to stand there or are you going to give me a hug."
Allen's cheeks turned a shade of pink at his mothers taunt, but he wasn't one to refuse her warmth -Allen quite liked being pampered. So he walks to his mother and slides his arms to her side and wraps them around her , and his mother does the same.
With her scent hitting his nose and her warmth spreading through him, all of Allen's worries seemed to vanish -even the headache seemed to vanishe.
He was definitely her son.
She places a hand on his head and strokes his black hair for a moment. Allen quickly remembers why he put up with the punishments and the lack of freedom.
"You're so cold Allen."
His mothers voice carried a hint of worry, but there was nothing to worry about.
Allen's constitution was strange at birth. He was healthy as any child could be, but there were several odd things that Allen's body also brought.
One such being his body temperature. He was always cold despite not feeling a chill - which shows how hot it must have been outside if even he felt the effects.
When sleeping it would be no different from a corpse lying there.
Another odd occurrence was his ability to feel things.
Allen lacked the ability to feel most sensations. For example the warmth of his mother could be felt fine -if just dulled a little- but if say a sensation like smell touch or the warmth of something was weak enough he simply wouldn't feel it. Allen has been hurt on several occasions and has always shown no or little reaction.
While the list of odd things surrounding Allen would only grow, his mother didn't care she was his sweet son after all
Letting go of her embrace, her warmth quickly left and she gave him a small smile and spoke:
"Well did you get all the spices I asked for?"
All paused, his face began to contort.
Allen's mother had her question answered just from his face alone, and looking just over his shoulder his sister's face matched his.
Their mother shook her head in disappointment.
"You didn't pick up a single spice but you took so long. I'll just get it myself."
Looking into Allen's face she could see his expression changed once again, just this time his face seemed saddened, and it wasn't hard to guess why. She spoke once more, her voice soothing and soft.
"Oh don't worry I'm not mad, you rarely leave the house. I understand if you want to explore but do try completing what I ask, ok hun?"
She placed a hand on his cheek causing his body to relax, he had not even realized it was tense.
His mother walks past him and both Allen and Milice follow behind.
"I will have to go gather everything myself though, so I'll be gone for a moment. Just stay home alright?"
Allen and Milice nod as they watch her beautiful figure leave, the sun outlining her silhouette as she leaves.
Milice sighs before jumping on the sofa and grabbing a remote.
'Already lazing around.'
He sighs, making her glance at him.
"Want to watch something?"
She asks, lifting an eyebrow in his direction as he walks over and sits next to her.
"Alright then let's see what we got. You got anything in particular you want to watch?"
After thinking for a moment Allen opens his mouth to speak:
"Murderer!"
Allen jumps and looks around. Yes he had opened his mouth but he had not said anything.
"I'll kill you!"
The voice said once again, he turned his head to his sister who was giving him a dubious look.
It seemed he was the only one who heard it.
'Not again.'
The voice continued to spill profanities, that if he were to repeat in front his mother he would never see the sun till he was fifty.
"I will have my revenge! I will gut you and hang you with your insides!"
Allen looked at the ground, not wanting to imagine what a hand hanging from his insides looked like.
"Allen?"
The familiar voice of his sister snapped him back to reality, his reality at least, leaving the strange voice behind.
"It's back isn't it"
Of course this was another odd occurrence with Allen.
Randomly he would begin to hear voices of what can only be assumed as the recently deceased. Allen would often hear the voices of various people, some pleading for their lives, some begging for those they care for to be spared, but sometimes they would curse at what he can only assume to be their murderer, this one being particularly violent.
"They're gone now, I'm alright."
Milice gives Allen a long look before sighing and ultimately moving on, this sort of thing should be expected with Allen after all.
With all distractions gone, Milice begins flipping through channels in hopes of something that could satiate her tiny attention span, while Allen closes his eyes and relaxes on the soft sofa.
But she pauses suddenly and looks towards Allen.
"Uh, Allen."
Allen turns his head towards her, a bit annoyed he has to move even if it is only his head.
"What is it?"
She grabs his shoulder prompting Allen to finally open his eyes and he can see the fear in her now pale face.
Following her gaze he looks towards the T.V and in that moment his heart stop and cold beads of swet drip down his face.