Chapter 1

"Help! Aaaah.. Somebody please!..~" A girl is pleading for her life as she runs, the man is almost at her holding a knife in his hands. They are in a forest near the small town where the girl lives. She just wanted to visit her niece for she has had a fever for days. But she didn't expect to bump up into a serial killer on her way there. She heard rumors about girls being killed or tortured but the victims had always been tourists, and it happens far from their town. She just wanted to get out of this situation.

"Run! Haha. Run as fast as you can!.." The man encourages her, but it only causes her more panic hearing it from him, she can tell that he was enjoying the chase. Running out of air she stumbles and falls. The man is on her, and raises his hand with the knife with a smile on his face, imagining how he could make this murder special from the others.

"Stop!" Another voice says, reaching them. Nervous for being caught, the man stands and turns around trying to find where the voice came from.

"Show yourself!" Tightening his grip on the knife, he knows there's something wrong, he was pretty sure no one should be in the forest but himself, he had been hiding there for five days and there could be no possibilities that someone might get there even by chance. Preoccupied by his thoughts, he doesn't realize notice that his victim scrambles herself to safety.

Now he is alone, a gust of wind passes through the forest, the leaves from the trees falling around him. Then a small figure appears from the bushes in front of him. It's a child with reddish hair, wearing black trousers, a dark green vest, red neck tie and an unbuttoned coat. The boy seems like he's from a middle class family, and he is looking at the man straight from his blue eyes. The man almost laughs at the sight of the boy. He is just around ten years old, what can this boy do to him? Actually, he sees this as an opportunity; he hasn't tried to kill a boy before.

"Why hello there, kid." He gave his most assuring smile while slowly hiding the knife behind his back. It's dark so maybe the boy has not yet seen it. "Are you lost?" Getting closer to the boy, and measuring their distance.

The boy just stares with dead eyes, no emotion can be traced on his soft features. Reaching the boy, he knelt and put his left hand on the boy's shoulder, and then he quickly presses his knife to the boy's throat. The man wanted to hear him scream and cry, to see fear and hate from his victims. These are the pleasures he gets from his doings. But he gets nothing from the boy.

"Are you done?" the boy asked. With just few words the man felt the fear that he was expecting from the boy only that it came from himself. The skin on the right side of the boy's face melted revealing his flesh, strips of blood gushed and a shotgun muzzle appears out of his right eye, directing to the man's forehead.

"Die." The single shot rings through the forest, even the houses nearby might have heard it.

The boy turns back to his human features, the victim's blood sprayed all over his face and staining his clothes. His victim slowly disintegrates, the skin turning gray with black pentacles invading the body and in less than a minute, it turns to ash. The boy silently makes his way out of the forest, brushing himself with leaves and dirt to take off the blood stains. He smiles, showing the satisfaction of his work. He has been an Akuma for only three months and he is almost reaching Level 3, which is quite an achievement for him.

It's almost dawn when he reaches the orphanage where he lives. He has no problem sneaking off the place at night. He has studied each and everyone in the house - all their attitudes, mannerisms and habits - sometimes he can even predict their decisions. There are nine orphans including himself, all not exceeding twelve years of age. Four girls and five boys. Their guardian is Ms. Watson, an old widow. Strict at times but she is someone that purely understands the children.

Once inside the house, he quietly undresses and hides his soiled clothes, cleaning up while no one is around and tip toes across the room. He sees Darren snoring face down on the pillow, and smirks slightly at the thought of how lucky the boy was sleeping in that position; Darren has escaped his roommate's artistic hands. He won't be waking up with a perfectly groomed mustache on his face in the morning. Sliding into his bed he tries to sleep and fortunately he does.

The morning is at its due and the heat is building up in his room when someone enters.

"Lavi! Hey wake up" A girl with brown curly hair in a white dress says as she shakes the boy on the bed covered by a blanket. "Lavi!~" Irritation is flaunting from her voice, then the boy on the bed, Lavi, sits up lazily with his eyes still shut.

"Eliese, it's Sunday. I need more sleep."

Eliese pouts and crosses her arms. "I knew it! You had another expedition last night!" Lavi stiffens on what the girl said, Eliese has always been suspicious of him and most of her speculations are true.

"That ain't true! I'm just tired!"

"Really huh, well you should start fixing yourself because, everyone is ready going to church."

"Oh my! I forgot!" After a few minutes of haste and quick grooming, Lavi joins the children and goes to church with their headmistress Ms. Watson.