Allen would smirk, and roll his eyes. [b]"No, we didn't kill them. They're probably still unconscious, and I believe angelo probably would've brought them to the infirmary or something."[/b] He would stand up, and turn to leave. [b]"Have a good day, Death."[/b] He'd chuckle at the phrase as he left, leaving both of the jars there, and one would hear the door close after he had walked the path back under the arches. Once outside of the room, Allen wouldn't waste much time in going home. He was ready to hit the 'go to next day' button on life. 

On the way home he stopped in an alley, looking around to make sure he was watching and there were no windows nearby, he took a breath. Allen wasn't about to let Angelo beat him out on anything, especially not soul wavelengths, so he would have to start working on making it stronger, and, by extension, controlling it. Taking a deep breath, Allen closed his eyes and began focusing on simply controlling his wavelength.

After a short time, unbeknownst to Allen, his shadow began shifting and convulsing beneath him. Against the wall it began forming into the shapes of demons and Lovecraftian horrors, moving about behind and below him as if they had free will of their own. Hissing and laughter could barely be heard if one stood just outside the alley, with Allen standing fairly normally in the middle of it all, his fear wavelength significantly stronger than when he wasn't actively controlling it, though one wouldn't really feel it unless they moved closer to him.