*Hey! Sorry for taking so long to put up this chapter! I had major writer's block and then I had to do college stuff, you know tests, papers, and finals… yeah but now I should be able to put out at least one more chapter! (Unless I get writer's block again) Anyways thank you so much for waiting and thank you sooooooo much for reading and please send a review if you would like! Xd

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Chapter 4- The Black Order

Allen strolled into the Black Order, his golden friend following close behind. Though as soon as he stepped foot into the building, he stopped, Tim collided with the back of the hooded teens head, but Allen seemed to be too absorbed with his surroundings to pay any attention to Tim.

What Allen found in the sketchy building was that it was well-lit, and had a completely average welcome desk to the right of him. In front of the teen was a glass, past the glass were normal cubicles occupied by uniformed personnel, (some wore black uniforms while others wore gray uniforms), who were either at their desks in deep concentration, writing reports, or, are scurrying around everywhere, trying not to run into each other.

Allen stood at the door with his mouth slightly gaping. Bloody hell? THIS is the notorious Black Order?

"U-u-um…" Allen's thoughts were shooed away by the unfamiliar, frightened voice.

The hooded hooligan slightly turned his head toward the voice.

Peering through his hood, Allen noticed a woman behind the large, fancy, mahogany welcome desk.

The woman timidly glanced at the hooded stranger though her short, curly black hair, with tired, dark eyes plagued with deep, dark circles. The welcome desk woman wore the usual office attire. She had on a black blazer and a white frilly undershirt. Though one thing was unusual.

Why does this woman not have a name tag? The teen thought. His eyes narrowed.

The woman continued to glimpse at the unidentifiable stranger, then to the desk.

Then the teen, with his hood low on his face, slowly turned to the fidgeting woman.

This action nearly made the woman jump out of her skin.

"Wow", Allen said calmly with a hint of surprise in his voice. He showed his empty, gloved hands to the woman wouldn't run and call security.

"I am not going to hurt you."

The frightened women paused, computed his words, and then let out a nervous breath of relief.

"U-um…W-w-welcome." The woman stuttered, still obviously petrified at the sight of the cursed teen.

"Hello" Allen greeted politely, surprising the welcome-desk lady.

"I am looking for whoever is in charge. I have a letter for them from my master." The covered teen explained in a calm fashion while he slowly reached for his pocket.

The woman eyed his hand as he pulled out Cross's envelope. Relived, she asked the suspicious stranger to wait next to the desk while she informed the chief of his presence.

Allen took this opportunity to really observe his surroundings. His eyes scanned the facility, filled with suspicion. Something is defiantly wrong about this place. I mean, look at their uniforms for one thing. Black and gray? Why would one have black and the other have grey? Is this some sort of segregation between co-workers? Moreover no one seems to have any name tags or identification anything in sight. Why? The teen began to think of possible reasons to his questions and examine his surroundings until he noticed someone shuffling towards him.

"The chief would like to see you in his office." The welcome woman said looking at the floor.

"Okay" The cursed teen replied.

The woman began to lead the way into the exorcist headquarters and the covered stranger followed close behind.

The two dodged the scurrying river of laborers while making their way to a single elevator. Nearly every one, the teen noticed, used this elevator. Hoards of people spilled out of this elevator and refilled it. After waiting for about ten minutes for two more groups of people to spill out and refill the elevator, it was their turn.

After entering the cramped elevator Allen noticed something. There are only two buttons. I guess there are only two floors. This one and the one under us, since there was no door on the roof and this seems to be a one-story building. Must be an underground floor or something.

Then he learned why it took about five minutes for each trip.

As soon as the elevator was full and the doors closed, Allen almost had a heart attack.

The elevator descended as if its cord has been cut.

However, since the elevator was so packed, no one was floating to the roof. This insane descend lasted for about three minutes.

Then, Allen's heart (along with the rest of his organs and body systems) almost shot out of him when the elevator made an abrupt stop. His eyes were wide with terror, shock, and amazement as he saw everyone else with blank expressions. None of them were in the least terrified or shocked, they all just quickly shuffled out of the elevator as if the ride wasn't the least bit dangerous. The only petrified one (other than Allen himself) was his guide, but she seemed to be scared of everything, and even then she gathered herself, grabbed Allen's right arm and followed the river of laborers.

Luckily Allen's hood managed to stay on and continued to shield his face. He soon gathered himself when he exited the elevator, but soon after he registered his surroundings and was once again shocked (but of course his covered face never gave anything away).

The place they had just entered was not a normal floor. It was like they had just entered an ancient, underground castle. However this place was not polished and well kept. It was dark and musky with cheep over hanging lights and lit torches along the dark gray walls and columns, lighting the way to wherever the hell these people needed to go to. The columns and walls seem to go upward forever and one can just see the grime on the walls from 20 feet away. This corridor that the woman was dragging the hooded teen through seemed to also go on forever. If one were to walk through this place without a guide or without knowing where to go they would definitely be lost for a few hours. Allen thought to himself.

But before the concealed stranger could go on to describe this mysterious place he had just stumbled across, and before he could wonder who and where the hell the chief, someone bumped into him. The woman's grip on the teen's arm slipped and she let go.

"The fuck!" The tall stranger hissed.

"Wow" Allen breathed. But before he could apologize or even look at the stranger, he was being chocked.

Shit Allen thought. The cloaked teen struggled and managed to free himself from the stranger's strong grip. But the pursuer was just not giving up. The stranger pulled out a sword and whispered something that Allen only caught one word from.

Did this guy just say "Mugen"?

*Haha Mugen. I bet you guys can guess who that is! XD

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