Denzel stared at the large warehouse in front of him. The moogle girl had said that this was the place to go for what he had in mind. He shifted his shoulders slightly, trying to get used to the weight of his rod again. He hadn't used it for so long, but he was going to in days to come. Marlene deserved that at least.

"Marlene. . ." Denzel whispered, fingering the ribbon he placed around his neck. "I know you wouldn't want this. You deserve better than what I'm about to do. . . please understand. I need you to be at peace. . ."

The warehouse's metal was painted over, with a ugly yellow color. Already the paint was chipping off of the metal, chips falling off as water dripped to the ground. Now the question was where to enter. There were no doors of any kind, there were many vacant holes in the walls though. They were kind of hard to see though. Especially with just one eye. Denzel's anger flared at the thought, but forced himself to calm down, he fingered the bandages over his eye.

"Can I help you?"

Denzel jumped and attempted to look at the corner of his eye, too bad it was gone. With an irritate sigh Denzel turned toward the voice. An older man stood there, black hair growing grey styled into a comb-over. His smile was kind, but his eyes were sad. His clothes were surprisingly clean, a stark white. So white it almost hurt the injured child's eyes.

The man raised an eyebrow in inquiry and repeated his question.

'Marlene, forgive me, I think I'm going to disgrace your memory' Denzel pleaded inside. On the outside he stared at the man and gave a hopeful smile, "I heard you were a doctor."

****

Unfortunately I did not need to kill anyone at the hospital. They fixed my finger sufficiently, although they wondered why my finger's injuries did not match up with my car story. Smart idiots knew better than to ask questions though. If questions were asked, they knew I would have left. No matter how good a hospital is these days, they still require more money. The world is falling to chaos, why not go along with it.

I found out much in the hospital. That chance I had long ago to leave my house was ruined by a group called Avalanche. Fitting, cold hearted heroes who couldn't let the world burn, wanting to keep people like me inside. Yes, even those who don't know me oppose me. Apparently they saved the world not once, not twice, but three times. Why did they love this planet so much? The streets are garbage, the people are garbage, the world is ready to die.

Oh, and Geostigma was a disease. I inquired about what it was as well. The doctor assisting me gave me an incredulous look, but it did not last long. I . . . I think it has to do with my eyes. My mother's blue eyes, her one curse on me. I saw them on the metal sheet they had me sit on. They looked kind to others, maybe that is why my victims let me in. Because of my mother's kind eyes, they let me in. Because of her kind eyes, I tasted her blood and ended her life with a fork. I was surprised to view my hair though. It used to be blondish brown like my Pa's. Now, it was a deep, dark red. What an unnatural color. Disgusting red, I rather liked my Pa's hair.

I suppose unnatural dark red hair is better than having silver hair. I heard a madman with silver hair and a long nail filer was what started the whole world in chaos. Idiotic silver haired fruit basket. He couldn't even finish the job.

Enough, I grow tired of being civil to others.

"I see you're doing okay."

This speaker shall be the next victim.

I turned and saw the blond-haired man with the silver wolf earring. His eyes were narrowed as he searched my face instead of my newly healed finger. How dare he stare at me. I smirked at him, knowing that soon his narrowed eyes would soon be wide in agony. Oh, by the time I was done with him, he would be crying tears of blood.

The victim leaned in closer to me, one hand going to the wall behind me, beside my head. His gaze was critical, trying to examine me to my very soul. He was trying, and failing. No one can see past my mother's eyes. Not even me, when she was alive. I've been seeing much of my mother these past few days. First that Marlene, my eyes. . . but this man. The way he's gazing at me . . . trying to gaze through me. He doesn't have my mother's eyes, but has her habit of trying to see me. Staring at me for hours before locking me in that room.

"You're very pale." His eyes got sharper.

I smiled, "Maybe I'm just paler than people around here."

"I've been all over the world." His hand twitched beside me, "I have never met anyone as pale as you. You look half dead."

Was he trying to get something out of me, "Maybe I'm out of this world baby."

He recoiled at that, his eyes wide. Not with agony, but still pleasing none-the-less. I guess he's not used to pet names. Useful information. I haven't done any affectionate killings before. Oh, what a delicious idea. I bet that would double horror for some of my victims. Disgust would show in their eyes. Screams at me to stop would have double meaning.

"Are you sure that you do not need anyone to look at you?" His hand touched my elbow. "I'm going to have to insist."

His hand was gripped around my elbow like iron. For some reason, he wanted me to come with him. There was no trace of concern in his eyes. I knew from his grip I was too weak to break free. At least, in my condition at the moment I couldn't. I was hit by a car two days ago after all (I need to remember to get that driver at some point). Sure, I could break free, but I have a feeling he would only pursue. His gaze was firm.

I sighed, "If it's no trouble, I have been feeling rather weak lately." I leaned myself against his chest, "Thank you for being so . . . kind."

Disgust grew on his face. He grunted and backed away, hand still gripping my elbow. He was practically dragging me towards his intended destination. Whatever that was.

Hopefully towards his home, although I am weak I can still torture him. All it takes is one good hit and he would be down. "May I know the name of my kidnapper?"

He glanced back at me "Cloud."

****

I was in a bar. A bar. Filled with disgusting insects, ingesting alcohol to fill their pathetic lives. Complete waste of existence. I cannot believe that I am sharing the same air as them. My hand twitched, aching to hold the dagger in my hand. I do not want to waste time with torturing, I just want them dead. Believe it or not, I do know how and when to kill quickly without torturing. As long as I see eyes fade from life, I am partially sated.

My arm was jerked harder, I glared at him. His gaze however wasn't directed at my. I followed his gaze, right to the bartender. She was wearing a white tank top, a black ribbon tied around her arm, matching her black jeans. Slut, serving all these men alcohol. However, her dark eyes stared at me the same way Cloud was staring at me earlier. Disbelief showed on her face before it became hard, almost angry.

"Bar's closed. Get out."

Her surprisingly soft voice carried the words across the bar. Everyone raised their heads and took one look at the bar tender's face. They placed money on their tables and left quietly.

A blur passed me and switched the open sign to close. Said blur was suddenly in front of my face, exploring it. Her eyes were .. . disconcerting. They were a mixture of dark brown and purple. She wore a maroon tank top that showed off her midriff and white shorts that were unbuttoned, held together by a black belt. Short black hair was streaked with dark brown, and her mouth was in a think line.

"Yuffie, stand down." Cloud pulled me away, "Go get Denzel."

The maroon woman winked at me and became a blur once again. Slut took her place in examining me. If I thought I could take down this Cloud, there is no way I can ever kill this bartender. She looks dangerous. Cursing my weak body, and that soon-to-be bloodied driver, I averted my gaze. There were pictures of the landscape across the bar. Pictures of Wutai, Kalm, Edge, picture of everywhere. Wait. . . there were also photographs. Of Cloud, the slut . . . Haven. My beautiful Haven was in those pictures. I fingered the beautiful eye, now placed in preservatives in a jar, in my pocket. Wait. . . if Haven lived here. . .

There was a picture of Marlene on the wall as well. My mother's smile preserved in a photograph. Wait. . . there was a vase on a shelf. Marlene's picture is on it, print reading "Marlene Wallace, beloved. To be buried on the third night of . . ." . . . I smell ashes. I smell them from across the room. Her body is in that vase. I meant to find her grave later, what would I mutilate then. I howled, struggling against the wolf-man's grip. I needed to get rid of those ashes. She did not need to exist anymore. I would devour those ashes, feel her blood on my tongue. I howled louder. Then I heard him . . .

"You. . ."

I stopped howling and turned towards the beautiful voice. Haven. The beautiful boy Haven. I did not expect to find him so soon. He would be mine, and his eye back so soon. He must be thrilled.

His left eye, the one I had left with him, was filled with anger. He reached over his shoulder, cursing when he only gripped air. Oh, Haven has become more beautiful than ever. Such anger, such sadness and hate. He is deadly.

Maroon girl gripped his shoulder, "Easy Denzel."

I howled and broke from Cloud's grip. How dare this woman touch my Haven. They needed to stop calling him Denzel. He's my Haven, he's mine. HE'S MINE! . . . mine. . . Mine. . . MINE! Someone punched me, hard. I felt my jaw brake. I fingered the water material in my pocket and willed it to obey me. Water filled the room in a grand rush and I grabbed Haven.

He shouted. Spitting curses, hitting me, and actually doing damage. I had no idea my Haven could fight already. My beautiful Haven will be magnificent one day. Completely magnificent. I jumped out of a window and ran as fast as my legs would take me. I just ran blindly. Until I could feel my limit near. I slowed to a jog, then to a walk, and then stopped completely. I took in our surroundings. My goodness, we were in the same alley where I disposed of the chocolate eyed girl. The rubble was still around , and I could see the rather large blood stain.

I grabbed Haven's hand and dragged him over to it. I think he would have gotten away if his arm hadn't been broken during our first encounter. He was weakened, like me. Except, of course, I was stronger. I lowered myself to meet his eye.

"This is where we met my Haven." I brushed my hand across his cheek, "This is where our story began. We won't be parted from this moment on. I can tell from your beautiful eyes . . . we will become something wonderful." I grasped both of his hands in mine, "Our story will be endless. Everyone you kill from this point on will be yours to cherish. You will love killing Haven. It brings such . . . excitement. Satisfaction." My lips grazed his ear, "You'll never be the same again."

Haven spit in my face. "Let me go you disgusting wench."

"Haven. . . stop struggling –"

"My name is Denzel!" He screamed and drop kicked me.

Ow. . . someone really did teach this boy how to fight. I punched his throat, immobilizing him. I watched for a moment as he writhed on the ground, before kneeling beside him. I began unwrapping his right eye. It was time to give it back, we won't be separated from this moment on. We'll find someone to fix it properly later, but for now it can stay in his head.

Wait. . .there's something already there. Haven leaves his eyes closed for a moment, but opens them a moment later in a defiant glare. His left eye is still that beautiful blue. His right. . . his right eye. . .

It's that disgusting chocolate brown. The eye of the girl with my mother's smile.

I snarled and grabbed his face in my hands, "How dare you taint your body with filth!"

A foot entered my vision and knocked my back.

"How dare you taint his body with your hands!" a wild voice answered. "Denzel, go back to the bar. Cloud and Tifa. . . Oh Denzel."

I looked up and saw the maroon woman kneeling before Denzel, touching him again. I tried to move but I found I couldn't move. I looked at my body, the woman had pinned my down with four spoons. . . I was being held down by eating utensils.

"Denz. . . please tell me that's not Marlene's."

Haven shifted.

"Go back to the bar."

"Yuffie-"

"Go."

Haven glared at me before scurrying off, out of my life again.

Yuffie glanced at me and smiled. She smiled the stupid girl. Did she really think that she could keep me down with a couple of spoons. Her foot kicked away one of the spoons, another, a third, and then the last one. Winking, she took three steps away from me. I stood and faced her.

"You're going to be left alive. "

Idiot.

"The rest of the gang wants a piece of you, but I'm not just going to let you go. Weird, we don't usually go for the revenge route."

I fingered my escape method in my pocket, she was certainly going to be forced to let me go. She should have left me with those spoons pinning me down. She might have had a chance to injure me in that case. . . This Yuffie was barefoot. She ran after us barefoot?

"I think Denzel's going to get the biggest piece of you."

I licked my lips and smirked. "I'm going to make him a monster."

Yuffie grinned. Her face contorted and her eyes got narrow. She winked and became a blur, reappearing in front of me, her arm going through my chest. Her other arm slashed something metal across my nose.

As she pulled her arm from my body she whispered, "I already am one."

In an instant, I used my earth material and allowed the land to toss me into the air, not knowing where I would land. For the first time in my life . . . I think I felt fear.

****

Even though the cure material healed his arm, it was still hurting. It was still holding Denzel back. He could have escaped that crazy woman's grasp and . . . and killed her. Marlene needed to be avenged. Although he knew Marlene wouldn't want to be avenged, she still deserved it. That's why Yuffie came back saying that she let the ghost woman get away.

"I don't know when this gang got into the revenge business. Is everyone feeling alright? Would Marlene really want this? I left her alive like ya'll asked, but let me tell you, it was hard going against my ninja instincts. Really two of my moves and she'd be dead. Where's Vince, I left a mark on her, so she has a defined feature now. Haha! Smart, right? Eh?"

Yuffie's face was wild when she spoke. Denzel thought Yuffie was a little crazy too, but crazy in a good way. She did tell him one time that being a ninja wasn't easy.

"Cure" he whispered again. The pain eased slightly.

Denzel could still remember the shocked look on Cloud's face and the disbelief on Tifa's. They hadn't known that Denzel had taken a part of Marlene for himself. . . especially since that part came from Marlene's crushed face. Denzel couldn't look at the face on Marlene's urn, still waiting for her Papa to come bury her properly. How would the man react to seeing her eye in his head.

Marlene. . . forgive me. I just needed you to stay with me.

Denzel attached the rod over his shoulder again, promising himself never to be caught unaware again.

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