Hello, Sheeple.

Do you like my new suit? I find it hides the fact that I have brown fur and sharp canines fairly well - what do you think?

Also, just for the record, I do not know if I will keep this fic going all alone, or start a couple others to help me stay interested. If I do start another, it will most likely end up being a Harry Potter one. Probably dark. For want of a nail, you know.

Also, I'm looking for, not necessarily a beta, but a reviewer out there who is willing to take time out of their day to review each chapter I put out and tell me what went well and what went wrong and such, so I can keep doing the former and decapitate the latter. If anyone's interested, drop me a pm informing me so that I know to keep an eye out for your username. At the moment, you'd only be expected to review the first chapter of Power of Insanity, and any chapters following it (including this one). If I write any other stories, I may ask you to do another of them, but I won't ask you to do any of my currently abandoned/on-hiatus stories.

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allow me to bid you adieu, and hope that you

Enjoy your next installment of

Power of Insanity

Chapter Two:

Escape Leads to Treason

Allen knew immediately when Tykki came to the Black Order HQ. The screams of hundreds of scientists and random finders were pretty telling, after all.

Never mind the fact that Johnny came barreling into the cafeteria where Allen was just finishing up eating and started yelling a mile a minute about how the Noah of Pleasure was there and asking for "Mr. Allen".

At that point, Allen had to pinch the bridge of his nose to prevent the sudden on-rush of a migraine. Could Tykki have been any more dramatic when doing this?

Allen should have known better than to ask that question, for the moment he did, the cafeteria doors blew open and the Noah of Pleasure, Tykki Mikk himself, came waltzing through the doors like he'd just had the time of his life, although the screaming body of Howard Link being dragged behind him sort of threw the image off.

Allen stared at the currently yelling man who had been stalking him (admittedly on superior orders) for the past month or so and reporting to the guy who was trying to get Allen lynched.

Yeah, on second thought, he saw nothing wrong with the picture of a screaming Howard Link being dragged around by a Noah.

What better goodbye-present to give to his most favorite person than have the biggest heretic in the world drag said two-dotted-freak-of-nature around?

Allen returned to his food and finished off the last of it, before piling all of the dishes calmly on to his cart and returning them to Jerry, who just stared at the whitette like he'd never seen anyone like him.

Which wasn't a surprise – how many white-haired 16 year olds do you see every day?

Somehow, though, Allen doubted that that was what made the pink-haired man look so amazed.

"Oi, boy, are you done over there yet, or can we get going? I have a date pretty soon, and you're holding me up here!"

"Shut it, Tykki," Allen said, rolling his eyes. He walked up to the Noah, acting cool as a cucumber, before reaching over and slamming his fist in the man's face. "What the fuck took you so long?!"

Everyone froze and stared at the teen, even Tykki.

Who the fuck knew that Allen could swear?

Tykki didn't know what the hell was going on with the teenager at the moment, but he decided that he didn't want to deal with an Allen that was any more furious than the one he was dealing with already.

"It's a long trip to get here, boy, and I couldn't use the Ark to make it any faster. I apologize for that."

Allen almost face-planted from sheer astonishment. That was the most sincere thing that Allen had ever heard Tykki say in his life, and he had heard a lot of faux-sincere bullshit come out of that mouth in his time.

Allen sighed. He wanted to stay angry, but now wasn't the time for that. "Whatever, I forgive you. Just get me out of this hellhole, and maybe I'll consider that offer that you and Road made me so long ago before Cross came."

Tykki's eyebrow raised in astonishment. "You still remember that?"

Allen tapped the side of his head with a completely, almost painfully neutral expression. "Eidetic memory and perfect recall."

Tykki gave a low whistle. "You'd have made a good Bookman, boy. After all, you're acting skills are top-notch too, and I've yet to see you become attached to anyone, ever since that clown died."

"His name was Mana. Get it right, you narcissistic pleasure-philiac!" Allen hissed, and his tone was far angrier than any had ever heard it, even when Mr. Samurai-Junior (a.k.a. Kanda Yu) called Allen a beansprout.

Tykki raised his hands in surrender – which resulted in Howard Link being unceremoniously dropped on the floor like so much unwanted baggage.

Said blonde man immediately got up, however, and started screaming at Allen about being a traitor, all while said whitette looked at him, nonplussed.

Allen glanced at Tykki, who stared back at him, before pointedly looking at "Two Dots" (as Allen liked to call the man) and then raising an eyebrow at Tykki, like, You going to shut him up, or do you actually enjoy listening to a man scream like a teenager hitting puberty?

Tykki grinned at the non-verbal message, and turned to the man beside him. In one swift, beautiful move of his hand, Howard Link was knocked unconscious mid-rant, and fell limply to the floor, with nobody really wanting to catch him.

Allen continued to stare at the man as he lay there on the floor. He felt like there was something he had forgotten to do...

Ah, that's right. He remembered now.

Allen picked the blonde man up and walked over to an empty table while everyone still watched, not doing anything. He set the man on said table, in a sitting position, and then pulled out a marker from his pocket.

In a swift series of strokes, Howard Link's face had been covered in doodles that were made to make him look as un-masculine as possible.

Allen capped the marker neutrally as he listened to – not just Tykki – but nearly everyone in the entire cafeteria withhold a snicker.

He smirked to himself. Even the people who had been calling him a traitor were laughing at Howard Link's face right now.

He had no idea that the blonde man was so unpopular.

"Right, let's go," Allen said, and walked right out of the cafeteria, and started following the apparent Trail of Destruction. (Allen had to mentally refrain from calling it the 'Tykki Trail of Pleasure' – his snarky quota had already been fulfilled, there was no reason to give people unrealistic expectations.)

Tykki hurried after him, and fell into step beside him with a huff. "You could have waited for me!" The Noah muttered.

Allen stopped and slowly turned his head to stare at Tykki. Said man flinched at the completely deadpan look on the white-haired teen's face. He just knew that the snark was about to come.

He was right, too.

"Because, of course, I didn't just spend three fucking days waiting for you to save me from this place, nor could anyone possibly expect me to not be patient enough that I can't wait what would most likely amount to another 20 minutes as you laugh your ass off over something that really wasn't that funny. No, of course not. How silly of me, please accept my sincerest apologies," Allen stated while he glared at the Noah.

Said man flinched every time the sarcasm in Allen's voice up-ed a notch.

This was bad.

He had never seen Allen Walker this pissed off before.

Not even when said teen was complaining about his so-called "Master", Cross Marian.

Not even when that Kanda guy called Allen a beansprout.

Not even when Black Allen came out to play poker.

All those were bad.

This was worse.

"I'm sorry! I got here as fast as I could, I swear!" Tykki had his hands raised in what may or may not be self-defense – if it was self-defense, Allen thought, it was a piss poor defense that he could break through even without his Innocence. Which is saying something.

Allen glared at Tykki for another moment, before completely ignoring the bastard and continuing to follow the Tykki Trail of Pleasure – screw giving people high expectations. He needed to snark or he was going to start killing people instead, and Allen Walker did not kill people for absolutely no reason at all. He just didn't. It wasn't something he did.

He'd never done so before, and he'd rather kiss BaKanda then start now.

Allen shuddered internally. That was a bad mental image. He wished he hadn't thought that.

Where the hell is the Brain Bleach when you need it?