This story is the result of seeing Public Enemy twice and reading the first page of "The Meaning of Night, a confession" by Michael Cox.

This story will not have a cute, fluffy, happy ending, like Jump and One Fine Melody. If you can't handle that I advise you not to read it.

Warning: Dark, violence, gore

You Know I Love You, Right? Part I

From the moment I laid eyes on him I knew I was obsessed. And it wasn't my usual obsession. I wasn't filled with rage and contempt. No, he made my heart race and my stomach flutter. If I had to call it anything, I'd call it love, and of course there was a certain amount of lust.

The way his body swayed to the music booming throughout the club, it was stimulating. I wanted to be the sweat slowly trickling down his face into his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Oh, how much I wanted to capture those smiling lips in my own and stare into those cerulean depths. What I would give to lick him head to toe and hear him scream my name, "Oh god Axel, yes."

His voice would be beautiful. I knew it would be, everything about him was absolutely gorgeous. I would love him more than he ever dreamed possible. I'd give him all he desired and more. I'd give him the world and love him forever. "Do you want another, Sir?" The lovely bartender asked, holding a bottle of scotch.

I let my eyes linger on her breasts before reading her name tag. When our eyes met I saw fear fill hers, and smirked. No one's ever looked me in the eyes without fear. It's why I still haven't spoken to blue eyes. To see those beautiful eyes fill with fear would kill me. "No thank you, Tifa, I've had enough for tonight." And you made a big mistake, looking me in the eyes like that. I continued to smirk as she walked away shaking her ass for tips.

Lifting myself out of the barstool I had been occupying I took one last glance at my blue eyed blond haired obsession before walking out of the club. The cold wind lashed at my pale skin and whipped my crimson hair in all directions. I loved how it felt like a million needles were stabbing into my exposed skin.

I leaned against the brick wall of the club and lit a cigarette, all the while thinking of that beautiful blond inside. About three cigarettes later Tifa's shift ended and she walked through the door of the club, bundled tightly in her winter coat, completely unaware of me smirking behind her.

Dropping my cigarette, I began to follow her quietly. The only sound heard on the dark deserted street was the hurried clacking of her heels and the jangling of the keys she held in her hands. My feet silently padded after her, steadily picking up their pace.

As soon as I was close enough to smell the fruity scent of her hair I reached a long arm out to cover her mouth with my gloved hand. Her scream successfully muffled, I dragged her into a nearby alley, and threw her to the ground holding a finger up to my mouth to silence her. "Please don't rape me." She begged as she tried to crawl away. I slammed my foot down on her leg making her scream out in pain and stop her attempts to escape.

"Don't worry darling, I am overwhelmed by your revolting appearance and wouldn't dream of raping you." I assured her as I straddled her legs and pushed her back to the filthy ground. "It's kind of like when you look at me, and immediately fear me for no apparent reason. I look at you and see that unnecessary fear in your eyes. All I can see now is how ugly you truly are." The tears falling out of her eyes weren't making her anymore appealing.

"P-please, p-p-please d-don't…" She begged.

"What is it? What is so fucking scary about me?" I asked desperately. Was it so much to ask that someone look at me without fear? She started shaking her head as her crying increased. I slapped her across the face at her inability to answer my simple question. "Then I'll have to give you a reason to fear me." I said. "Would you like to know the name of the man you feared before you ever knew him?" I didn't give her a chance to respond, not that she would. "Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?" She let out a whimper, "That's the name of your killer." I said pulling out a knife and lighter from my pocket.

Tifa's struggling became more apparent beneath me. I grabbed her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "Is it the scars?" I asked, pointing with the knife at the scars beneath my green eyes. "Is that why people fear me?" She just whimpered more and tried to look away. They never answered me. Tightly grasping her hair with one hand, I brought the point of the knife just under her eye with the other. Forcefully pushing it deeper I dragged it down earning screams from Tifa and a nice flow of thick crimson blood. I mimicked the actions under her other eye before I lowered my head to her face and licked the crimson mess away.

Tifa wriggled and cried beneath me, as my tongue roughly made its way across her face, which only made me tug harder at her hair. "Is it because my hair looks like its on fire?" I asked and once again received no answer. I glared at her before holding the lighter in front of her face, lighting it, and slowly bringing it to her hair. The stench of burning hair and the glorious sounds of gut wrenching agonized screams immediately filled the alley as I stood up. Carefully avoiding the flames surrounding her, I brought my knife down, one last time, and slit her throat. Then I watched as the life and fear left her eyes forever. As the sound of sirens came closer to us, I disappeared into the night.

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"Axel, did you hear?" The serial killer struck again." My neighbor said from his apartment door.

"No, I didn't. When was this?" I asked facing my door.

"Just a few hours ago. Can you believe it? You were out walking while this guy was searching and killing his latest victim!"

"Imagine that." I smirked at the door before entering my immaculate apartment. I hate messes, and germs. But I do love blood. I striped myself of all my clothes and threw them in the tub to wash, leaving myself naked. After getting all the visible blood off my clothes, I hung them up to dry and took a shower. When I finished cleaning myself off and drying I had a small dinner, and threw myself across my bed in the wee hour of the morning.

I was woken by my internal clock at 10:00 PM on the dot. As I made myself a glass of rum I turned the TV on. "The streets are a very dangerous place these days. Police are cautioning people to stay indoors at night and if you must go out don't o out alone…" I drowned out the rest of the news anchors speech as I pulled out some new clothes to wear.

Once I got myself ready to face the night I walked out my door and headed for the usual club. That's where he would be. My blue eyed blond. He didn't appear to be here yet, I noticed as I looked around the club. Sighing I sat down in a barstool. "Can I get you something sir?" The bartender asked me.

"Whiskey." I answered without looking at him. As the man placed a glass next to me, taking the money I'd placed down for him, I found my obsession. His hips were swaying to the beat in the middle of the crowded dance floor. My eyes stayed glued to him as I took a sip of my whiskey, watching him expertly moving his body. His face would cutely scrunch up before he danced himself away from someone who had gotten too close. Then he'd go back to showing that perfect smile of his.

It wasn't long before a small, brown haired woman, who I've come to realized is his girlfriend, walked up to my blond holding another blond man's, who wore way too much camouflage, hand. As she talked to my obsession his face dropped and became more depressed the longer she spoke. My blond stood stunned, in the middle of the dance floor, as his girlfriend walked away with Mr. Camouflage.

After coming out of his paralysis, he dejectedly made his way off the dance floor slumping into one of the chairs at a table. Before I could even think about what I was doing I found myself walking towards him. When I sat down across from him I opened my mouth to speak but was stunned into silence. He looked at me. He looked me directly in the eyes and there wasn't an ounce of fear in them. "Hello?" He said in a sad but curious voice that was music to my ears. I knew it'd be a beautiful voice.

"Hi. My name's Axel. Commit it to memory." I said as I held my hand out.

He smiled at me before taking my hand and saying, "I'm Roxas."

"Nice to meet you Roxas." I liked the way his name rolled off my tongue, Roxas, just lovely. "You look sad." He looked down sadly and nodded.

"My girlfriend just dumped me for my ex boyfriend."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Of course I already guessed part of that.

"It's not your fault." He said, again looking into my eyes without fear.

"No, it's not. But maybe I can help make it better." I said as I watched his ex girlfriend and ex boyfriend walk into the ladies' bathroom together.

"How would you do that?" Roxas smiled.

"How 'bout I buy you a drink?" I smiled back at him.

"Okay."

I waved someone over to take our orders then excused myself to the bathroom. When I was sure no one was looking I ducked into the ladies' bathroom, locking the door behind me. I quickly followed the moans to the last stall and kicked the door open. Roxas' ex girlfriend screamed and his ex boyfriend responded with, "What the hell, man?"

"My name's Axel. Got it memorized?" I said holding my hand out.

"We're kind of busy." The ex boyfriend said.

"I can tell." I responded gesturing to the fact that they both had their pants down, or skirt up and the boyfriend was sitting on the toilet with the girlfriend on top of him. Not to mention they were both sweating, both flushed, and both slightly out of breath. Yeah, they were defiantly busy.

I brought my hand down and looked at the girl. "Did you know that if you hit the Reticular Activating System hard enough you can kill someone. You see the RAS controls most of what we do. You hit it and it goes into a sleep state, hit it hard enough you never wake up." I explained to her before grabbing the boyfriend's head and slamming the back of it onto a corner of the toilet. Again I watched as the life and fear left his eyes while the girlfriend screamed "Hayner!"

I pulled the girlfriend off of 'Hayner'. "So what is your name darling?" I asked, dragging her out of the stall. She mumbled something undistinguishable. "Sorry, I didn't catch that." I put a gloved hand to my ear.

"Olette." She said a little louder.

"Olette, pretty name. You hurt Roxas, now I'm going to hurt you. Tell me, do you know what happens when you twist a neck." Olette screamed and tried to get away from me. But alas, I was to quick for her, catching her head in my hands and twisting hard and sharp.

I started walking towards the door but turned back. Something about this scene was nagging at me. Putting my hands in my pockets as I walked back to the bodies realization hit me. I left them unmarked. I freed my knife from my pocket and brought it down four times leaving my mark under each of their eyes.

AN: Like I said, very dark. There will be more AkuRoku in Part II, which I will try to get up tomorrow.

For those of you who are like "WTF" about the Reticular Activating System, I put that in there because I want to give the impression of Axel being well educated. The RAS is located in the back of the brain, and what Axel says is true. When you get knocked out from a punch or something like that, it's the result of your RAS being moved around and forced into a sleep state. I learned that in Psychology and I backed it up with info on the internet after I wrote this, and it is possible to be killed that way.

Well, if you liked it, look for part II in the next two days.

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Also, those of you who read my other stories, I am still working hard on those. I just got this idea and had to write it down before I forgot it.

Thanks for reading.