a note to all who might read this...this is my first fanfic so i hope you will be kind to me i am also new to yaoi and if you don't like yaoi then don't read this because it will be everything you don't like...i know haters gonna hate but don't bother with hating i don't have time in my life for haters...but if you have constructive critisism then feel free to let me know :D

and now for some warnings: Rape, violence, mental and physical abuse, yaoi (if you didn't catch that before)...and probably more i can't think of
and i don't have any ownership what so freaking evaaaar!

Day 1

The club is pumping music, blasting in my ears. People drinking, dancing and I don't want to be here any more. I wave at my friend Hayner.
"I'm going home, I don't feel too good." He looks at me for two seconds before answering.
"Okay Rox, but you're missing out on a great party." I smile back at him. "I think I'll survive."
The walk to the door is not the longest, but when you are trying to get past seven hundred people it feels like a mile, but I finally manage to get out. The air feels fresh against my skin as I walk down the street.
"Long day?" I look back seeing someone tall in a long coat behind me. "Umm yeah." I speed up. One of the golden rules when you live in the city; if someone asks you strange questions and they aren't from the police get away.
"Well Sweetness, what about I give you a ride home?"
"I'm fine, thank you." I just want to get away from him.
"Arh, come on Pretty, you know you want to."
"No, now please stop following me."
"But I'm heading that way myself," he answers. I just keep on walking faster, now almost running and suddenly he is gone. I sigh, feeling relived. A strong arm suddenly wrap around my waist, pulling me back, a hand over my mouth. I try to kick, to scream, nothing works. His hand muffles my screams, he locks my legs and then I hear him whispering in my ear; "You know I just love it when they fight back." It's him again. That same voice. He drags me to his car.
"Now, let's play a little game, shall we?" I sit in the passenger seat, staring wide eyed at the knife he holding and at his smile, that little I can see of his face. Green eyes and that smile, wide and deadly.
"Wh-what game?" I ask. My voice was so small, I don't even think he heard me.
"Oh," he says, "it's my favorite game. You see, I call it trick and treat. It's like hide and seek and the seekers will be the cops." His smile grows. "And you, my dear, you are my treat. Now, let's challenge them, shall we." He starts the car. "Oh, by the way, if you try to run, I will kill you." Speeding up I feel fear shooting like ice bullets through my body. I look out the window but the darkness makes it impossible to tell where we are and then all of sudden, he stops the car.
"Now," he says, still smiling, "give me your phone." My hand shakes as I hand him the phone. He lifts the phone to his ear under the hood.
"Hello, hello mister officer, it's me. Happy to hear from me? It's been such a looong time since we last talked." He hands me the phone. "Say hello, dearest." I take the phone.
"Hello?" I'm shaking.
"Who is this? Where are you?" The officer sounds worried.
"I'm…" I'm cut off by my own scream.
"Now now, no need to tell them anything, I only said to say hello." He removes the knife from my thigh. "Well give me the phone." I had already let go of it, pressing on the wound. "Oh come on, dear, it's not that deep. Listen well, sir," he says into the phone "I'll let you hear just how much of a screamer this little angel is."
He throws the phone on the floor and grabs my hair as he pulls me onto his lap.
"Let's get on with the game, shall we?" he whispers. A surprised yelp escapes as his hands started to roam all over my body. "Are you still listening, officer?" I feel his hands and his kisses, he is all over me.
"Please," I beg, "please, let me go." He bites me, drawing blood. "No no, you are too sweet to let go." I try to get off him, I have to get out and away. He just chuckles. "I told you before, it turns me on when they fight." It happens so fast. My jeans were undone and a sudden pain as he forces himself inside of me. I scream. I can't stop screaming. He picks up the phone. His smile is so evil, his hands so cruel and his words like poison.
"So officer," he smiles into the phone, "good hunt." He throws the phone out of the window up and get out of me, then grabs my hair once more.

"Now," he smiles again, "if you don't want more pain then suck me off and if I feel a tooth on me I will hurt you badly, understood?" I just nod, too afraid to speak. It's the longest ride of my life and just before it ends, I hear my captor moan and he presses my head further down. I taste salt in my mouth and swallows. "Good, now let's get inside." He smiles at me, still that same smile. I feel a pain in the back of my head and all is black.

Special Victims Unit. A unit of investigators who specialize in dealing with rape, child abuse and extortion cases. In this town we have our own unit. The leader is Squall Leonheart, his second in command Cloud Strife, investigator Tifa Lockheart, and the bloodhound named Red. For two years there had been one huge problem on their hands. No one knew the name of their perpetrator, they only knew that he was male and had to be insane. He would call them, tell them strange things and he would challenge them to a game, but it had been quiet for weeks now. They hoped that he was gone or dead.
They never found the bodies of the boys who disappeared, but once they were taken they never came home.

Squall looked down at his phone. Everyone was quiet. What they had just heard was worse than normal, even for this psycho. Squall looked up, looking at each of them, noticing every little fragment of shock and disgust. The first to speak was Tifa. She looked at her computer.
"We have traced the cell to a construction site in the other end of town." Squall looked at her with tired eyes.
"How long?" "Uhm, about one and a half hour." She paused. She knew that the perpetrator would be long gone, but they had to do something. She looked around and her eyes locked onto Clouds face. He had gone paler then usual. Squall seemed to notice this as well.
"Cloud?" Cloud looked up. His eyes were so sad.
"I know that voice." His voice was barely a whisper. Squall looked at him. "You know the victim?" he asked. "Y-yes I do. That sounded just like my little brother. You know, Roxas." They all went silent. Roxas.