A/N: Miss me, miss me don't you wanna kiss me? Jk. Jk. Anyways I'm finally updating this story this chapter is pretty short but it's needed before we get to the awesomeness that is the next chapter which will hopefully be soon…anyways enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own -man…damn I think I forgot to put a disclaimer on A Hand To Hold…oh well fuck it.

Warning: Unbetae'd so feel free to point out my fucking errors because knowing me I probably misspelled something here and made it extra sexual…

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Ch. 2: The Subtle Art of Murder

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"Thank you for the ride Lenalee!" Allen yelled out happily as he got out of the young woman's car, deciding that although it'd be fun to play with her, right now she just wasn't what he was looking for. This time he'd let her go easily, what a pity though he could've had a lot of fun with her...if only he weren't in such a rush.

"No problem!" The girl named Lenalee said as she pulled out a card and handed it to Allen. "If you ever want to talk to me then here's my card."

"Thank you." Allen said as he accepted her card. Inwardly smirking, perfect now whenever he was done dealing with the Noah he'd come back to have a little fun.

"Goodbye!" The pigtailed girl called out as she drove away.

"Oh don't worry this isn't goodbye, it's merely a short intermission." Allen said below his breath as he pocketed the card into his pocket and started walking into the apartment complex he'd been dropped off at.

The apartment complex looked like a regular complex on the outside but only those who lived inside knew the secrets hidden within. Everyone who lived inside lived by one rule and one rule only: mind your own business unless you want your body found mangled in the nearest ditch. That's right the occupants weren't exactly the most law-abiding residents and the main owner didn't exactly have the cleanest record but that's not really that important now is it?

This was the perfect place for him to stay at while he plotted his comeback. It was the one place no one would ever think to search for him and even if they did the only ones allowed entry where does with connections so he was as safe as he could ever be.

As he opened the door to his apartment, A-21, with the key he'd hidden in a dead plant pot, he was met with a familiar scene. His apartment was exactly the way he'd left it before he'd been thrown into the asylum.

There were two pure white couches with red throw pillows in the living room, a black wood coffee table in the middle and 14 different screens right in front of the couches used to spy on his next victims. Beyond that there was a small kitchen with chrome appliances, and a small dining table that seated no more than four people. Towards the right of the kitchen a long hallway led to three different rooms. One of the rooms was obviously a bathroom, the other a bedroom and the last one...was a room that would make most serial killers cower in fear.

'Where do I start?' Allen asked himself as he plopped down on the couch. Money wasn't an issue now that he was 'home', security wasn't an issue and the only thing he had to be wary of was the police but knowing how cowardly officers are when dealing with psychopaths made it so much easier for him.

'Decisions, decisions...which Noah should I start with?' Allen sat up on the couch and assumed a thoughtful pose. 'There's just so many I can't seem to make up my mind...'

After a moment of thought he sighed an exasperated sigh. 'Road Camelot, Tyki Mikk, Skin Boric, Sheryl Camelot, Lulu Bell, Jasdero and Devito...' Of course there were more but he was only listing a few.

Suddenly it hit him and he smiled of course this person should've been the most obvious candidate to him, after all it's always the pretty girl who's killed off first in horror movies.

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As Kanda once again looked over Allen's files he couldn't help but feel as though there was something missing. Allen Walker suffered from schizophrenia which was one of the main reasons that he was in the Institute instead of jail. What didn't make sense was why he turned himself in voluntarily and then profusely refused arrest.

The next thing that didn't make sense was his murders. There seemed to be no link whatsoever between the people he killed and the fact that he was able to kill these 6 people without raising suspicion was rather suspicious in itself. This then led to the conclusion that he was either a highly skilled assassin or he wasn't the only one involved in the 6 murders.

Things weren't making sense to him anymore right now. He let out a loud irritated growl and threw the files on the floor. There was simply too many holes in Allen Walker's story there had to be more than what was written in the files. One thing was clear to him at the moment, Allen Walker was no ordinary human he wasn't completely sane but at the same time he seemed to be sane enough to know exactly what he was doing.

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'Perfect.' Allen thought to himself as he finished putting on his fake brown wig and observed himself in the mirror. He'd disguised himself as a potential business partner of his next victim. He needed to look fierce yet tame, delicate but strong enough to not let anyone walk over him. His look was exactly what she was looking for.

His brown hair was short and silky yet long enough to look slightly messy in a sensual way but not shaggy. He'd covered his scar with makeup and his black hand was well hidden behind black gloves. To complete his look he'd chosen a rather fashionable black suit with an icy blue tie that brought out the color of his colored contacts.

He turned around one last time and observed himself in the mirror. 'She won't know what hit her.'

He'd spent one week observing her every move. Of course he already had prior information about her life so the past week was spent making sure that her daily life had remained the same while he was away.

He knew that as soon as he disposed of her a domino-effect would follow. Of course he knew that the Noah would know he was back and they would be furious at him for murdering her but that's exactly the reaction he was hoping for.

He wanted their fury, their hate, and most of all he wanted them to experience fear like they never had before.

That's why his comeback had to be grand, elegant and befitting of a person such as himself. This would be his first act among many, the opening to the world's most macabre play.

"It's show time."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! I know I love writing this story it's always really sexy and just writes itself every time. Anyways until next time! Review!