AN: So this is complete and utter poop. I was dared by my best friend to write this after I said that Ethan was a dancer and Serial Killer X was madly in love with his dancing. So please don't take this seriously. Or do, whatever floats your boat.

Summary: Ethan Thomas was a dancer in his youth. For time to time he likes to let go and dance around his apartment. This is when Serial Killer X sees him and falls madly, deeply, and obsessively in love with him. To win over his love X begins to kill all the killers Ethan is after.

Warnings: TOTAL CRACK! Weird shit. I don't know. I'm making it up as I go along. Rated M for the language I'll probably use in my ANs. Maybe in the story. We'll see how this goes. (I haven't finished the game yet so I don't exactly know who X is. Probably will tomorrow.)

This chapter is going to be really short, cuz I have school in the morning and would like to be to bed in the next few minutes.

P.S. She dared me to make it 40 chapters long… So yeah here we go.

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Ethan Thomas was a dancer at heart. He tried to suppress his inner dancer, but it showed through every time he walked up the stairs as that jaunty little rhythm his feet made followed him. He knew that being an agent wasn't truly right for him, but it was what his dying father had asked of him years ago.

His father never approved of his dancing, but his mother would remind him that it didn't matter as long as their son was happy. He grew up learning all kinds of dancing. He never felt as free as when his feet and body would soar with song. But then at the ripe age of 19 his father fell ill. As he lay dying of some nameless disease, probably cancer, he asked his son to stop dancing and become a real man. So Ethan did.

He always regretted that decision. He should have told his father to go fuck himself, but he didn't and now he was miserable.

One Tuesday night he just couldn't resist the tunes blaring from his radio. He began to dance! It was beautiful. It was magnificent! It was the most amazing dance ever done in the world! He poured his heart, no his soul into this dance.

All of a sudden he felt eyes burning into his neck. He stopped his dance abruptly and turned to his windows. No one was there. He shrugged and headed to his bedroom.

Little did he know the trouble his dance had gotten him into.