Oh god. Spent FOR-EVER on this.

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Disclaimer: Not my characters. Completly my story.

Chapter 2

"I got soul but I'm not a soldier!"

I slowly open my eyes to see Demyx dancing around his room and singing. His hair is still wet from a shower, but he's fully dressed is our school's boring uniform. I roll over trying to go back to sleep.

I convince myself that school is cancelled today and I can sleep more.

I feel someone kicking my leg, "Get up, we have school."

I feel really sad when Demyx crushes my fantasy of a snow day.

"What time is it?" My voice is raspy from sleeping. The light in this room is way too bright. I rub my eyes trying to wake up.

"Time for school!" replies Demyx loudly.

I sit up and look at the digital clock on his night stand. It's 6:50 a.m. We have to be at school by 7:30. It will probably take ten or more minutes to get there depending on traffic.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I say angrily throwing the covers off my body. I still need to shower. I can't be late again.

"I freaking tried!" replies Demyx shrilly.

I walk past him grumbling angrily. Demyx is annoying in the mornings. I can't stand him sometimes!

I hate mornings!

I turn on the shower and pull my clothes off roughly. I slept in the clothes I wore last night. I hate sleeping in jeans. They always bunch up and make me feel constricted.

I throw my clothes on the floor not caring where they land.

I jump in the stream of hot water. I let it wash away last night. The grime left behind from sweat leaves my skin. Tense muscles in my back relax.

I let my guard down for a second. I feel like myself, the real me that I hide most of the time, the part of me that wants to break out. I have this…this Entity inside of me that wants pain, that wants blood, that wants to destroy. I let the feelings engulf me for a moment before I imagine the water washing them back inside me. I need it subdued while I'm at school.

I can't let myself lose control.

Fifteen minutes later I'm sitting at Demyx's kitchen table in one of the uniforms I keep at Demyx's house for when I stay over. I hate the uniform. We wear navy blue pants and a white button up shirt with a blue tie, I never wear the blazer. My sleeves are pushed up and my tie is loose making the uniform a bit more bearable. But I can't stand being told what to wear. I am not a conformist. Demyx is upstairs looking for God knows what. I'm starting to get impatient.

"Let's go! I can't be late again!" I yell up the stairs.

Demyx comes rushing down the stairs with his book bag slung on his shoulder, his hair is spiked up in it's usually electrified looking style, "Okay, okay, we can go now."

"Finally," I mutter, following him out the door to his car.

It's dreary outside. Thick gray clouds block out the sun. Cold wind whips through the air. It looks like it can start raining at any second.

I get in the passenger seat and wait for Demyx to start the car. He doesn't start it. He's gripping the steering wheel staring straight ahead nervously. I can't read the expression on his face. Demyx usually isn't this quiet.

"Are you okay?" I ask scratching my head. We need to leave NOW to get to school on time.

Demyx looks at me, his brow is wrinkled, "Can I ask you something, Ax?

"Sure," I reply confused. Why is he being so serious?

"I found this…," he pulls out my knife with dried blood sticking to the blade, "It fell out of your pants pocket when I picked them up off the bathroom floor. Why do you have a knife? Why is it all bloody?

Shit!

I take the hunting knife out of Demyx's hand and shove it in my pocket out of sight. I can't believe I was so careless!

"You can tell me, Ax," Demyx says looking at me concerned.

I quickly read his expression thinking of a plan. I know what he's thinking, so I decide to play the part.

"It's no big deal, Dem, just a way of dealing with stress," I say smiling weakly. I try to let my eyes tear up a bit.

"I can't believe your cutting yourself! That's so stupid! You saw what happened to Zexion! How could you do that to yourself?" he says hitting the steering wheel. I never told him I cut myself, he assumed it all on his own.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop," I say looking down at my hands feigning shame.

"You better fucking stop! Give me the knife," he says holding out his hand.

I tense up at his request. I stop my face from twisting into a scowl. No one is getting this knife from me. They will have to kill me first.

"I can't give it to you" I say not making a move to give him the knife.

"Then you're just going to keep on doing it! Just give me the stupid knife," screeches Demyx.

I can feel the Entity stir inside me. The knife is not stupid! I glare at Demyx feeling it well up in my eyes, "No."

Demyx looks shocked at my tone, "I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I told you I'll stop! The knife belonged to Reno, okay? I can't give it to you," I say harshly pushing all my bad feelings deep down where I can't feel them anymore.

"I'm sorry, Ax," Demyx says sadly.

"Just drive. I don't want to talk about this," I say shortly. I don't want to think about Reno. I'm pissed Demyx made me bring up the subject. It's something you just don't talk about with me.

We drive to school in silence. When we park I jump out of the car and walk away from Demyx quickly. That was the closest anyone has ever come to finding out about my hobby.

I'm scared.

I don't want to hurt Demyx, but if he finds out too much I'm going to have to. I'll have to keep a distance from him for a while. I might have to make a few scars on my arms to make the cutting story seem believable.

I walk through the hallways of school smiling and waving at my fellow classmates. They think we're friends, but we are not. I'm not really close to them, even though they think we are. I fake interest in their lives, I pretend to care, I joke and laugh with them, but I don't have any feelings for them. I could kill them and not feel a bit of guilt over it.

It would be stupid to kill someone in my own school though. I'm not that dumb.

The bell rings right when I get my locker open.

"Shit," I mutter grabbing my books and slamming the locker door shut. I rush up three flights of stairs to my classroom. I'm out of breath when I enter the Science room. I take my seat praying that Mr. Vexen didn't notice me being late.

"I see you're late again, Mr. Bathory. I believe that's detention," drawls Mr. Vexen, spinning around in his chair.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vexen," I say smiling congenially. I hate this man with a passion. He is nothing but a failed scientist that takes his anger out on his students. He gets a power trip from handing out detentions.

"Detention is after school until 3:45. Hopefully it teaches you not to be late again," sneers Mr. Vexen.

"Hopefully," I reply tilting my head while keeping a pleasant smile on my face.

He stares me down for a few seconds before starting his lecture. I keep a level blank stare on him until he looks away. I'm not afraid of him. He should not challenge me.

We are starting the chapter on Anatomy now. I flip through the textbook looking at the pictures. The drawings aren't very realistic. The liver isn't that weird purplish color; it's more of a dirty brown.

I take notes like a good student even though I could probably teach this subject better than any teacher in this school. I glance at the clock anxious to leave. I want the day to be over. I want to get out of here. I feel trapped.

Mr. Vexen stops talking, finally, and gives us our homework. I saw it on the board earlier and did it while he was talking. Most of the other students around me don't seem very concerned about getting their homework done.

"Hey, did you guys hear about that guy that got killed last night?" asks Riku turning to face my row.

I freeze in my seat looking up interested in the conversation.

"Oh my god, what happened?" gasps a girl named Selphie.

"This guy was found in an alley completely gutted. Intestines were everywhere," says Riku like he's talking about a TV show. Although he probably saw it on the news, so technically he is talking about a TV show.

"Ew, that's sick. What happened to him?" asks Hayner from behind me.

"Someone murdered him, the police are talking about a serial killer," answers Riku gravely..

As if my day couldn't go any worse I am now being called a serial killer. Although it is very flattering to have my accomplishments recognized.

"Yeah, they want to start a curfew," says a girl named Olette sitting in front of me.

"You gotta be kidding me," I groan shutting my textbook. They just keep making it more of a challenge for me. A curfew isn't going to stop me, it's just going to make things more interesting.

"It's either that or get your throat slit," says Olette looking at me seriously.

I roll my eyes. I'm not the one who should be worried about that.

"That's really scary. Hopefully the police catch him," squeaks Selphie.

Not a chance in hell I'll get caught.

The bell rings loudly. Everyone gets up from their seats in a rush to get out the door. I follow behind them slowly. My next class is only a floor down, I don't need to rush.

"Mr. Bathory, you're slacking off in my class. I want to see some effort out of you," Mr. Vexen says to me as I walk past his desk.

I turn to face him, "I get A's on every test and do all my homework. How am I slacking?"

"Your participation points are quite low. Your grade is just hovering above a C," says Mr. Vexen smiling pompously.

"I don't agree with that grade," I say. My voice stays calm but I glare at him with pure hatred. I feel the knife weighing in my pocket. He's a poor excuse for a human being. He only gives me bad grades out of spite. I already know everything he teaches. Everything I do in this class is flawless without any effort.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," replies Mr. Vexen turning back to grading papers on his desk.

I storm out of the room feeling rage build up in my gut. I push past students in the hallway getting as far away from that man as possible. I deserve a good grade! He has no right lowering my grade like that!

I stomp into my 2nd period class, throwing my books down on my desk. I take deep breathes to calm myself down. I can't break my charade. Mr. Vexen will get what's coming to him, but for now I need to forget about it.

The rest of the day goes by without any more incidents. I act normally around everyone while the Entity inside of me tries to claw its way to the surface. I take notes and answer questions in class while my whole being is screaming for blood.

I am furious.

But I don't let it show.

I avoid Demyx and Zexion most of the day. I don't want them having some weird intervention for a problem I don't even have. Zexion use to cut himself back in like middle school, so he'll probably make a big deal over this. I just don't have the patience for that right now.

When the final bell rings I grab my stuff and head downstairs to the detention room. The detention room is a small windowless room near the office that contains a few desks for the naughty students and a bigger desk for the teacher on detention duty. I'm the first one in the room surprisingly.

Although you can't count on delinquents to be punctual.

I sit down in a desk in the far back of the room away from the teacher desk. I swear to God if Mr. Vexen is on detention duty I will shoot myself.

A few kids start to trickle into the room. We all sit away from each other. You don't make friends in detention.

Luckily it's Mrs. Aerith that has detention duty.

"Okay, roll call. Seifer?" says Mrs. Aerith.

"Here," replies a guy sitting in the back row with me. He's wearing a long coat and a beanie. I've seen him picking on kids before.

"Larxene?"

"Here," calls a blonde girl in a sickly sweet voice. She's a known bitch.

"Axel?"

"Here," I say raising my hand quickly.

"Hayner?"

"Present!" says Hayner enthusiastically. He always gets detention for doing stupid things in class.

"Roxas?"

"Here," mutters a kid sitting two seats in front of me a row over. I've never heard that name before. I know everyone at this school but I've never heard of him.

"Okay, just be quiet and we all can bear through this," says Mrs. Aerith nicely. She sits behind her desk and pulls out a book.

I stare at the back of Roxas' head. He seems familiar, but I can't place where I've seen him before. I rack my brain for a memory of a Roxas. Maybe he's in one of my classes and I just don't notice him. He seems like the quiet type. But how could I have not noticed him!

I stare at the back of his head trying to place where I've seen hair like that before.

Roxas pulls out some homework and starts solving math problems. I strain my eyes to see the name, Roxas Strife. It still doesn't ring any bells.

I'm starting to feel frustrated. I know him!

Seifer looks over at me strangely, like he's wondering why I'm staring so intensely at Roxas. I look down at my desk and start to study the drawings carved into the desk.

Someone wrote school sucks in big blocky letters.

There's a picture of a happy face smoking a joint.

Apparently MD loves TL.

There are doodles of hearts.

I study the graffiti on the desk trying to reason what the point of it was. Why don't they just write it on a piece of paper? It's not like any of this stuff is making a big statement or anything. What if TL breaks up with MD?

Sometimes I don't understand people.

"Alright, you guys have been good so I'm going to let you out early. Make sure I don't see you in detention again," announces Mrs. Aerith standing up from the desk.

Everyone stands up hurriedly and files out of the room. I'm behind Roxas. I still can't figure out where I know him from!

I quicken my pace in the hallway to match his, "Hey."

"Hey," he says looking over at me nervously. His eyes are a bright blue.

"Have I met you before?" I blurt out.

"Um…," he studies my face for a second, "I don't think I've ever met you before. I just moved here, but maybe you know my brother or something."

"Oh, who's your brother?" I ask.

"Cloud Strife, he's a police officer," replies Roxas pushing open the front school door.

Now I remember! That police officer from last night looks just like Roxas!

"I don't know, maybe," I shrug. It's full out raining now. We stand under the shelter part of the entrance.

"What's with the tattoos?" asks Roxas suddenly turning to me.

I reach up and touch the dark triangles on my face, "I like tattoos."

"Face tattoos are a little extreme," says Roxas.

"I like the extreme," I reply grinning wildly. He looks at me stunned.

A car horn beeps from the parking lot making him break eye contact. I see a car horn idling through the rain. Roxas gets up gathering his books.

"See you around," he says smiling shyly.

"Yeah, see you around," I reply smiling back.

I watch him run through the rain to the cop car. I feel…different. Not the rage of the Entity or annoyed like I usually feel around people. I feel happy. I feel content. I haven't felt like this in years. I'm not sure if I've ever felt like this at all in my whole life. Was it because of Roxas?

This is…strange?

I know...nobody was killed...yet.

It's going to heat up when Axel's web of lies begin to catch up with him.

Just some funfacts for this fic:

The Entity was the name that the infamous serial killer Ted Bundy gave his murderous feelings while on death row.

Axel's last name Bathory is taken from Elizabeth Bathory who was the Blood Countess. She killed and tortured hundreds of virgin girls in her castle.

I'm trying my hardest to make Axel the mindset of a killer.

But I'm leaving out the necrophilia and sexual assault of most killers.

Axel kills for the thrill of killing.

Man I can't wait to write the twists!

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