Blood on Their Hands

Hm...

I don't really like this chapter all that much (because my first try on it... It wasn't like I was stuck or anything (Lavvy: You were stuck. | Shut up.) but I put some... things that I didn't mean to use in the story yet I guess?)

Aha~ 'Njoy, 'njoy! :3

Chapter two

A bright light that shone on the metal table in front of him blinded his vision when he looked up, but it slowly adjusted... only his left eye, that is. His right eye closed to ease the pain of being blinded as he wondered where he was. He tried to move his arms, which were in front of him, and was unable to do so. Man, his memory was freaking screwed up! A voice seemed to echo the wall as he slowly remembered where he was.

"Tell us," the voice slammed his meaty hand on the table loudly. "where they are!"

Allen stared at the muddy brown haired man with a fat body that, ha, probably weighed more than he looked. With no type of entertainment, he only figured that that small piece of amusement was the only thing that made him smile and chuckle softly. But as the loud cries erupted into his ears, he winced and couldn't find a good time to laugh. "I told you, jerkface. I don't know!"

"Someone saw you!" he said. "You're part of them aren't you?"

"No! I wouldn't murder for a pleasure I don't freaking have! I love everyone in the orphanage!"

"Don't you lie, Walker!" the man said. "Someone said they saw someone with a scar on the left side of his face! That's you!"

"That someone is lying!" Allen said. "They're my family! And Kanda's like my friend! I couldn't kill him if I ever tried, much less, kidnap!"

"You killed your father!"

Allen glared at the man. "That was an accident."

"You stabbed him, didn't you?" the man said.

"My eye was slit, detective," Allen hissed. "It was dark and I couldn't see, and you're blaming this on me?"

"But you don't deny it, do you?" he said back. "You killed him."

"No!" Allen screamed, moving his hands, but having his hands restricted to the bottom of the table. "It was a darned accident!"

"If someone like you is capable of killing their adoptive family, they're capable of killing their imaginative family too," the detective said. His next sentence was said in more of a statement then a question. "Where."

"I don't know," Allen slammed his head down. They just went through this fucking process. "If I knew, I would've told you already. Far before you brang me in here."

A slam on the table made Allen jump in surprise. "You keep thinking about it," The man said, about to walk out with a door slam. "Maybe you'll get some food."

He knew about these kinds of interrogations, these types of... cases and what they do to men like that chubby detective. In a case with no leads, it would tend to drive the police officers into being desperate, and they would latch onto the only lead they have until something comes up or the victim of these interrogations give up with these countless interrogations.

His stomach growled. 'This is abuse...' he thought. They hadn't fed him since... maybe a couple of days ago? 'They' wasn't the right word... But, he was malnutritioned. They were planning on torturing him with words that haunted him in the shadows, day by day, and by leaving him without food for days.

Day after day, they would mention his dead father, his friends, the dead principals of the school and orphanage, and eat in front of his pale face... He treasured these people that he called "friends" and "family", and he would never hurt them. Nothing could have changed that.

Another police officer, Moore Hesse, however, had a different plan in mind and disapproved of the Detective's desperate plan, but what could she say? Voicing her opinion would turn for the worst, and she had a sickly brother to care for. Moore often brang Allen food secretly and whenever she could without being caught. The smell of food would make Allen drool, and the hunger for food would deepen. 'But no use complaining,' he knew.

Yells erupted into his hearing and awoke him from his daydream slumber. Some yelling occurred behind the closed doors in front of them, some of them screaming his name, others telling whoever was physically getting closer to stop on her or his tracks. His door opened, revealing a girl with black hair so black it appeared green. "Allen?" the girl said, before rushing to his side, hugging him, tightly. "Allen!"

Confused silver eyes stared at the girl. Who the heck was this girl?

Like she read his mind, she spoke. "Lenalee," she said. "It's me, Lenalee."

Allen's eyes widened. 'For real? Lenalee was here?' he probably thought. This only made it worse. What if whoever was committing the crimes went after the clueless her? What if she was their target all along, but only killing to pass the time? They, after all, did begin after she left.

"Girl!" another person said. "This place is off limits to people like you! This boy is a potential killer!"

"I didn't kill anybody, pea brain!" Allen yelled. "I'll get her to leave, just leave me one minute."

"I should trust you?"

"Because I have my hand cuffed onto this table, and I'm too weak to try to anything," Allen said, then ignoring the man as he glared suspiciously. "Listen, you're going to get out of here, and you are going to go back to where you came from, because it's just not a good time to visit, Lenalee."

"I'm not visiting, Allen," Lenalee said. "Nii-san and I have come back on our account so he can carry out his job of being the new science teacher."

"I don't care. Just leave this room while they suspect you for 'working for me'," Allen said, making imaginary quote marks under the table, not that she could see. "and take you in, too, for no apparent reason. Just get out." Allen said, coldly.

Silently, observing at him for a good fifteen seconds, he repeated softly and she complied. He had gained a scar and stark white hair, but she could sense he was no different than how he was several years ago. Though, his skin was pale white and made her wonder if he had gotten weaker than he had been after softening his attitude those years ago. A loud growl behind her made her look back, which made Allen smile sheepishly. She hesitated to leave again, but not after Allen spoke once more smiling his graceful smile. "I'll get out of here. Don't worry."

And the door closed.

"I told you not to go in there," Lavi pulled on her arm, out of the station. Of course, if Komui were to see what Lavi was doing to her, he would commit murder on all those around them, including Lavi. That would frighten Lavi greatly, and he actually dared not to do it, but he was not here. In a small moment of hesitation, he asked. "How is he doing?"

Lenalee was dazed, wondering how her 'little brother', Allen, had grown a scar and hair as white as an old timer. It was highly unusual.

"Lenalee," Lavi repeated, poking her cheeks before pinching them as he used to do to her in their childhood. "Ne, Lenalee!" he said, annoyingly.

Pulled away from her daze, she snapped away from her thoughts and slapped his hands away as Lavi repeated like he said. "Horrible," she murmured. "He looked and sounded like he was... starved. I don't think they fed him since... whenever the last time he ate. His-his hair... what happened?"

He ignored the question, staring inside as if he could see through the walls and see Allen's state. "The last time he ate was moments after breakfast. This is bad... his appetite grew over the years. Days without food could kill him."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember when he used to eat four servings of food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?" Lavi said while Lenalee nodded. "He eats four times that now. Last time, he starved from depression, and it caused him to be sent to the hospital. His metabolism is just far too great."

Lenalee panicked. "Then we have to tell them."

She began to head back in when Lavi stopped her movement. Lenalee was once again confused. Why wasn't Lavi letting her in?

"They won't listen to you. You passed their property of where their investigation rooms are.. and kicked their chief detective in the nose and practically flew forward- which was cool and frightening-," Lavi said, remembering back. The fat man flew back when Lenale kicked him. He wondered how hard the skinny girl could kick without falling, but he was not willing to find out. "These people are also very messed up in the head. We don't tell them things because of the things they do... They almost arrested Reever because they thought he would be..."

"...be what?"

Lavi stayed silent, realizing he nearly told her a secret piece of information. His panick rose; he wasn't supposed to tell anyone until Reever said it was okay... He hesitated to answer as Lenalee repeated her words again. "A-a druggie," he laughed nervously, hiding the artificialness of it and the lie. Nonetheless, Lenalee bought it. "with his baggy eyes and the odd smell he gives out, it's easy to assume!"

"Really? He didn't smell bad..."

"Because he knew you two were coming, and these people are as I said," he whispered. "crazy." He rose his voice again to a normal level. "Anyways, come with me and don't do anything. Don't speak; stay silent... Let me do the talking, alright?"

Lenalee nodded as Lavi led her inside calmly, eyes staring holes into both their backs and causing her to become uncomfortable and dig her own face into Lavi's back. He stepped in front of their chief's desk. "What do you want, orphan? Do you want us to find your mama?" he sneered.

Lavi made a face. Clearly, Lavi had grown affected of the word and let his expression deteriorate as quick as it appeared on his face. "First of all, no. Second, I'd like to apologize for what my friend did... you know, like, K.O. you onto the ground... but that was awesome as hell."

"I could arrest her for that!"

"But you won't, because you're awesome too," Lavi said, some obvious sarcasm sliding out of his mouth.

The man stayed silent, offended by the sarcasm, but flattered at the same time, as Lavi continued. "Thirdly, we'd like to know Allen Walker's status, as of now."

'Allen Walker?' Lenalee thought. Since when did he have a last name?

"Uncooperative."

"What is his health?" Lavi hissed.

"Pale and weak," the man scoffed proudly as if he just did a job well done and amazement. "Hasn't been fed once since last week. I'm surprised."

"We can sue you for that!" Lavi yelled, nearly letting his second personality slip out. "He needs to be fed!"

"We're policemen! Do you petty orphans think you can overthrow us!" he stated with a thought feeding his ego. "We have higher rights than you!"

"Does it fucking matter?" Lavi said, finally losing it. Deak surfaced, just as angry but in a calmer mask and deeper voice. "That's abuse. I repeat for Lavi. The boy needs to be fed."

Deak was an antisocial and odd person, but he knew Allen long enough to give a certain amount of care towards the boy, vice versa.

"We'll feed him when he's ready to spit out some locations," the man said coldly. "Freak."

"And if he can't?" Deak said, not physically affected in any way. "What if he has no answer to your questions? And what if he is too immobile to talk?"

"He'll have to figure out a way, won't he?"

Lavi, Deak as well, really hated the police officers. Most thought they could do anything he wanted without terrorizing the town. ("He'll die," he stated.) Even at the cost of one's sanity or life.

"Oh well," the detective said in a careless manner.

"What kind of officer are you? You're unfit to be-!"

"He's back! Kanda Yuu is back!" a man barged in with loud yells that alerted all townsman.

Nothing could reciprocate the shock and silence that followed after. This never happened before. Not one. No one survived in the last cases or escaped... but Kanda Yuu did. And to the police, it was highly suspicious.

Who remembers that awesome chick in episode one/chapter one of D. Gray-Man? ...WHOOO! ME TOO!

It just occurred to me, that the ending is quite like the ending of chapter 207. But, as you don't know, I typed everything before I read the raws, and wrote it about two or three weeks prior.

I was trolled. I think. So badly. Or maybe it was attempted murder to an innocent citizen.

Water Park. Girl. Me. Drowning. Story finished. I wanted to flip her tube so badly.

Marked: 10/21/11 12:05AM
My excuse: Procrastinating. I work for "I am procrastinating". I have to do my job.
Note: Happy birthday, Tylor! (though, actual present that you'll never read five days late).

Edit: 10/21/11 9:33PM, 11/5/11 1:45PM