Once again my thoughts get the best of me. I had tons of morbid things piled up in my head all thanks to some pics in deviantArt. They're getting the best of me and I just had to let them out or else I would die! MENTALLY! Anyways, I'm gonna update things a lot faster since finals are over and I only need to finish the requirements! Yay for me! Anyways, I hope you guys will like this one. If you're not into sadistic things, I advice you now against reading this story because it will be loaded with them. Also, strong language alert, don't take it too personally. Anyways….ENJOY!


Darkness in My Eyes

Chapter I: Look Out World!

If you take a close look at me, you could say I'm just an ordinary guy with devilish looks. Now don't tell me that I'm full of myself; that's just what I hear the ladies usually say, it has nothing to do with my own opinion. Like hell I care about what those bitches think about me. Anyways, let me describe myself in my own perspective. Physically, I have spiky raven hair–-and do not get me started with that Uchiha Sasuke joke, it ain't funny and I had enough of that for a lifetime thanks to my dear little sister –my eyes matches that of the night sky that miraculously changes color depending on my mood but blame that to my Dad, I got it from him. As I was saying, I've got porcelain skin, I'm a little too tall for my own good –I forgot how tall I am but like hell that matters –I work out at times too so I got what the ladies call "the body". Then again, it's a miracle that I still stayed this way. Last time I actually worked out was a year ago and I still look the same, if not better.

My likes and dislikes? Hell I got a lot of dislike so let's start there. I hate squeaky sounds, they annoy the freakin' hell outta me. Oh man, there are so many things in this world that I hate that I don't even know where to begin. But I think I hate my jackass Dad more than anything else. Though there's this teacher I had that I nearly strangled-–oh wait, I did strangle her.

My likes? Well, let's see. Let me get my list of likes in my mental notes. Ah here it is!

I like hurting myself

I like watching people suffer physically;

I like fantasizing about hurting people;

I actually like –no scratch that, I love hurting people in every twisted way I can; and lastly

I like puppies but don't tell anyone about that.

… I forgot to tell you that I'm disillusioned didn't I? Well, I am. I see things that others don't. In layman's term, yeah, I'm crazy. There was a reason why I got sent to the insane asylum when I was five, you know. Man I love my deliriousness. Oh did I love how I heard one of my kindergarten classmates cry and scream when I forced dirt and weeds on her mouth while pulling her hair a little too hard –there was a reason why there were some strands of hair in my hands when I let her go, and how the other one kept calling out to his mommy when I stabbed his arm with a pen. Ah, music to my ears. I loved every single second of it. But then, the teachers just had to come and ruin my fun so that's about the time when I got sent to the loony bin, or happy home if that's what you want to call it.

I honestly have no idea why and how I ended up like this, but hell did I love it. I stayed there (the asylum) for about... I don't know, fourteen years? Yeah. Fourteen years. I'm nineteen-years-old now turning twenty soon so yeah, fourteen. Man was that a long time. I'm surprised that I even remembered what my mom and my sister, Stella, looked like. But I wish I didn't remember what my jackass Dad's fucked up face looked like. I got released from the asylum all thanks to my dearest little sister. She's the one who came up with the plan in the first place, and boy was I happy she did. I could have been sitting in a dark corner in that hellhole they call a hospital for the rest of my life twiddling my thumbs if she hadn't come up with me leaving that shit.

Anyways, I am now enjoying the luxury of the outside world. Oh do I feel bad to those who let me out of that hell. They let out a demented shit-ass like me out thinking that I was getting better when it was all the other way around. Did I tell you that I just got out today? Yeah today is my release day, so the world better fucking look out…that sounds wrong but like hell I give a crap. Well yeah, I'm getting out today and right now, I'm headed to our new house, mansion actually. Sick fuck, just wait till I get outta our house. I'd love to see all these houses and trees burn to ashes and their owners all screaming in pure agony as I tear out their organs. Heh. That would be so much ass load of fun! I'll tear their eyes out and have Stells make a doll out of it, which I'm sure she'll love. We're both twisted in the head and we love it.

Oh the things we're gonna do together! Just like all those years ago. Also, every time Stells visited, she keeps telling me about this girl she really liked –not in that way you fuckers, don't be as twisted as me, you won't win even if you try –and wants me to meet her. Meh. I'm not the meeting people kind of person but since this is probably the only way I can repay my sis, I'll go with it.

I started picturing this girl; our first entry came a brunette with hazel eyes and charming smile but then my fantasy turned into one where I was stabbing her with a pitch fork in the eye so let's just skip that; second was some blonde bimbo that I immediately frowned at, Stells wouldn't befriend someone like that, she'd personally kill them herself.

"Noctis-sama, we're here." my sick, twisted thoughts poofed away. Aw man…and just when I was enjoying. The old dude that picked me from the asylum opened the limo that I was in, and my jaw nearly got dislocated at what I saw. This mansion was just one of the many places that I should not be allowed to go in. There were just so many shits I could do in this place. Somehow, I think I managed to look sane in my outer appearance since the old geezer smiled at me and said, "I see that you find this place beautiful, Noctis-sama. I'm sure your father would be overjoyed by that."

I did my best on giving a normal face to the guy even though I wanted to pull all his teeth out one by one because of that fucking suffix '-sama' bull. "I see. Is my mother and sister here?" I hate myself when I do this. I sounded so wrong! So…sane, and that is just one thing that I am clearly not. To a normal person, I would sound just about right; but hell like I'm in the right mind. I like myself this way and I have no intentions of changing.

"Yes Noctis-sama. Evana-sama and Stella-sama are inside. Although, I believe Evana-sama is still asleep. She went back to her room as soon as Odium-sama left and… Noctis-sama?"

Like hell I care about that shit. He was talking to air the moment I heard my Mom and sis were inside, and since I faintly heard that Mom was still asleep, the better. I forced the gigantic two-door thing apart, which required less force than I originally thought. Once I saw what's inside, well, I wasn't really surprised by what I saw. I knew well that my father was anything but generous; I'm surprised that things haven't backfired on that shitfaced fuck. Everything in this house was pure gold, silver, crystal chandelier, oh Daddy you are so gonna regret bringing me to your precious over-decorated dollhouse. I took my shoes off and wore some slippers 'cause the floor was so damn cold, not that I minded. I loved getting myself uncomfortable.

"Stella-sama is over at the kitchen. She said she would be the one to show you to your room. I'll be placing all of your belongings there now Noctis-sama."

Yeah you old geezer, get away from me before I come and bash your little head on the wall and hang your dead body on one of these chandeliers. I turned away before I could go follow him on the stairs and push him down face first. I needed to see my dear widdle sister. I almost got lost on the way to the kitchen, curse Dad for turning this into a fucking maze. I heard a singing voice and I smirked devilishly. I knew that voice all too well.

"Hey, Sis," I greeted. And there my sister turned. Her long brownish-blonde hair loose as usual; her bright purple eyes hiding what she truly is deep inside. She was about to let out her all famous smile of innocence, or so I like to call it, but I cut her off to it, "It's just the two of us here. The old piece of shit took my crap up to my room. And he said Mom's asleep so yeah. You can go all crazy now."

The innocent smile she was giving turned dark and twisted, just the way I love it. "Welcome home, Onii-sama." She greeted, her voice as twisted as her smile. "You know, things have been very, very lonely since you went away. I miss the games we used to play with the other kids." Her smile turned into one dark grin. I love it! Yeah, I was totally sick way through the skull.

"You know, I told Mom I was going to take you out for a little tour around the neighborhood. She said it was okay as long as we come back before dark." She told me, the grin never once leaving her face. "Unfortunately for me, I can't introduce my best friend to you just yet. She and her family are out this weekend. School thingies needs to be fixed on her part. So there's no point on going anywhere right now."

Well, I guess I needed to wait for a little longer to meet this mystery girl. Strangely, I felt somewhat disappointed at that. There was something squishy in me that made my stomach feel a little weird but my train of thought was cut short when the double-door shit opened. I went out to see who it was and I saw… Shit fuck…!


And that's it for the first chapter! I'll work on the next one soon. But I need to update Shadow Heart first so yeah. I hope you liked it! Suggestions and reviews please! Also, I would like to thank my friend Burning Phoenix X-7 for editing my mistakes here! YAB YAB!XD I hope my thoughts didn't bother you guys much though...