Forever!

This took forever I tell you!

It's probaly the longest chapter I have ever written.

Enjoy it's looooong-ness.

Disclaimer: They are KH characters. Oh how I wish I owned them.

Chapter 3

If your morning is bad, your day is bad.

My morning was terrible.

My mom nagged me about not calling her the night I stayed at Demyx's house and started gossiping about the serial killer on the streets nonstop. I wanted to throw my bowl of apple jacks at her freaking head. She was like a chirpy little bird that wouldn't shut up.

But I played the pleasant son like I always do.

I throw my book into my locker with too much force. It clangs against the metal locker loudly.

I'm pissed.

I just want to go home and sleep. I need a rest. My head needs some time to catch up with everything.

I turn around when someone taps me on the shoulder. Zexion is standing behind me his face an emotionless mask. I'm only friends with Zexion because Demyx is friends with him and Demyx is the closest I have ever gotten to a real friend. Truthfully I find Zexion to be sort of creepy with his obsession with books and blank personality. I can't read him. I feel like he can see right into my head. I always try to make my mind blank around him, but it's impossible. I always think of my deepest darkest secrets.

I really hope he doesn't read minds.

Zexion grabs my arm and shoves my sleeve up.

I try to pull my arm back but his grip is too firm. Luckily I made a few shallow cuts on my forearm last night just in case this happens. The cuts are scabbed over and look older than they really are. I know they would fool Demyx, but I'm not sure about Zexion.

Zexion studies the cuts for a moment before roughly jerking my arm to lead my down the hallway.

This morning just keeps getting better and better!

"Whoa, what the hell are you doing?" I say trying to get my arm out of his grasp. I didn't know he is this strong. My circulation is being cut-off.

Zexion doesn't reply and continues to march me down the hallway. People look at us with mild interest. I feel like I'm being paraded around like a show dog.

Zexion kicks the bathroom door open and shoves me inside. I stumble back away from the door pulling my sleeve down.

I need to keep in character.

If he punches me then I just have to take it.

I am depressed and attention starved so I cut myself.

"Get out," orders Zexion looking at the frightened freshman washing his hands. The kid hurries out of the bathroom leaving me alone with Zexion.

I start to feel uncomfortable with Zexion glaring at me, "So…the bathroom is clean today. That's unusual."

"I can't believe you," spits Zexion angrily.

"What's not to believe?" I say pretending to be confused.

"Do you have any idea how idiotic you are?" snarls Zexion.

"You dragged me into the bathroom to call me stupid? Whatever dude," I drawl starting to walk towards the door. Maybe I can get out and avoid this altogether. I should have thought of a better lie for Demyx.

Zexion grabs my arm and swings me away from the door, "Care to explain the scars on your arms?"

"You've been talking to Demyx, haven't you?" I say wiggling a finger at him. The best way to deal with Zexion is to act like an idiot. He likes feeling superior.

"Actually I have. What the hell are you thinking?!" says Zexion his face growing livid.

"I don't know," I frown.

"I can't believe you! You saw what I went through to stop! What do you even have to be depressed about?!" he says heatedly.

"What were you sad about Zexy? Huh? What had you down in the dumps?" I say back with an angry edge to my voice. He has two normal parents, a nice house, and a sheltered little life. He doesn't know shit.

Zexion's glare gets colder, "We're talking about you right now. What are you thinking?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I say back icily.

The Entity wants to hurt him. Zexion is a threat to your friendship with Demyx. Zexion is too smart, he'll figure it out. Smack his temple against the sink and put some water on the floor. Make it look like an accident. No one would ever find out.

I shake my head trying to get these thoughts out of my head.

I don't want to kill him. He didn't do anything wrong!

"Fine, don't tell me. But I swear to God if you don't stop cutting I will drag you to a shrink so you can get over your fucking problems," says Zexion his eyes flashing dangerously.

I'm so sick of people. I would be fine if I didn't have all these people watching my every move! The world would be such a better place if there weren't any people!

"I told Demyx I already stopped! So that won't be necessary."

I brush past Zexion and push the door open. I don't care if he's mad at me. I don't care if he runs crying to Demyx. I just don't care.

I'm angry, but like always I act like the normal me.

My emotions feel like an ocean during a hurricane. Swelling up and then being pushed back down only to rise up again with more force.

I'm mad and I'm not exactly sure why.

I go back to my locker and grab my science book out before rushing up the stairs. The hallways are mostly empty so the bell must be about to ring. I sprint down the hallway towards Mr. Vexen's room.

I'm almost there!

I'm not going to be late!

Ding Ding Ding

FUCK! FUCK MY LIFE! I HATE THAT FUCKING BELL!

I whip the door open and stomp to my seat. I can feel Mr. Vexen's eyes watching me as I sit down. Some of the other students look at me curiously. I ignore them. I concentrate on calming down. I just need a moment to push it all back down. Just a moment…to relax....

"Mr. Bathory, late again I see."

Damn it! I look up from my desk at Mr. Vexen. My whole body is tensed for a fight. I clench my hands into fists under my desk. I need to stay in control.

"Sorry," I mutter.

"Sorry isn't good enough. Come see me after school," replies Mr. Vexen getting up from his desk.

I grit my teeth and stare down at my desk again. I don't listen to the lecture. I don't take notes. I don't bother to write down the homework.

I just want to go home and cool down, but now I have to stay and deal with Mr. Vexen!

My fists start to shake.

I can see Riku looking at me worriedly. I am sick and tired of pretending. I'm sick and tired of fighting myself everyday! I want to give in. I want blood. I want to watch the light fade out of eyes. I want my deeds documented on the news!

I just need to be patient.

"Are you okay, Axel?" whispers Riku.

"Just peachy," I hiss back.

Six hours and twenty-three minutes until school ends.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Vexen?"

School is finally over. I skipped most of my classes and lunch. I can't risk my anger being let out on the wrong person. I couldn't sit at the lunch table today. I didn't want to be around my "friends" with all the sharp forks and knives. I can't trust myself.

"Yes, please take a seat," says Mr. Vexen gesturing to a desk in the front row. I sit down without saying anything.

"Punctuality is an important trait. A trait you don't seem to have Mr. Bathory," he stops and sneers down at me, "I don't like your attitude."

I glare up at him feeling my eye twitch in annoyance.

"In fact, I just don't like you altogether, Mr. Bathory," he says returning my glare.

"The feeling is mutual," I mutter.

"I hate angsty little teenagers. I hate teaching your generation of losers day after day. And you, Mr. Bathory, I particularly have taken a dislike to."

I don't say anything to him. He's not worth the waste of my breath.

"I've given you an F in my class. You're going to retake my class again and again and I'm going to fail you each time. I've conveniently lost all of your homework and tests. Without the credits of my class you will not be able to graduate. You really should just drop out now, Mr Bathory," leers Mr. Vexen smiling malicously.

"Mmm, there's a little problem with that," I say getting up from the desk, "The people I don't like, don't live very long."

I reach into my pocket and pull out my knife. It glints in the light.

"Wh-what?" he stutters staring at the knife confused.

"You're pretty dense, aren't you?" I laugh moving closer to him. He backs away still thrown by the situation.

"I'm going to kill you Mr. Vexen. You should really be careful about the people you decide to mess with," I say coolly. I smile at the expression of uncomprehending shock on his face. He still doesn't understand. I'll just have to demonstrate.

I swipe the knife in an arc at him lightning fast. Mr. Vexen's eyes widen. He looks unharmed until blood starts to gush out of a cruelly deep cut in his neck. A gurgling noise comes out of his mouth as he clenches his hands around his throat.

Crimson blood drips down to the floor. Mr. Vexen opens and closes his mouth like a fish before sinking down to his knees. More gurgling noises come from his mouth like he's trying to say something.

"What's that, Mr. Vexen? Speak up!" I say leaning down and cupping a hand around my ear. I smile at the blood pooling on the floor. Adrenaline is pulsing through my veins and it feels fantastic!

Mr. Vexen's heaving chest begins to weaken. I can see the strength start to fade from his body. I lean closer to look into his green eyes.

My green eyes are better. His eyes look like mossy pond water.

I see the life start to fade out. I use to think it was a myth. I though people just died. They just died and nothing happened. But I can feel his life leaving him like wisps of smoke. I can see his eyes growing dimmer as more life escapes from his body. After a few minutes there is no more light left. His body is completely still.

Mr. Vexen is no more.

I stand up from the body putting my knife back in my pocket. My work isn't done yet. I walk to the back of the room and root through the cabinets looking for what I need. We did an experiment with this chemical a few weeks ago so I know it's somewhere around here. I find it behind a few dissecting trays.

Two bottles of sulfuric acid.

I put the bottles on a desk and rush out of the room. Luckily no one else is on the 3rd floor at this time. The janitors only clean on Wednesdays and Fridays. Most of the teachers go home at 3:30 and it's 4 o' clock now.

I open one of the janitor's closets and pull out a janitor cart. There's a big garbage bin and bunch of cleaning supplies.

Exactly what I need.

I push the cart into Mr. Vexen's room. I make sure the wheels don't run in the pool of blood. I grab a garbage bag out of the cart and rip a head and arm holes in it. I don't want to get any more blood on me. I put the garbage bag on and grab onto one of Mr. Vexen's limp arms.

He's heavier than he looks.

I nudge him into the garbage bin on the cart. He just barely fits inside of it when he's curled up.

I grab some paper towels and a bottle of cleaner off the cart. I try to sop up some of the blood, but there is way too much. All I'm doing is smearing the blood across the floor. I grab the mop and push it in the puddle of blood. I soak as much up as I can before rinsing the mop out in the dirty water on the bucket.

I'm not very good with cleaning things. My mom usually takes care of the mopping and stuff, but I know the general idea of it.

After most of the blood is mopped up I grab the paper towels again and set to work on getting rid of every drop of blood. I can't risk someone finding the blood. I need to make it seem like Mr. Vexen disappeared into thin air.

The floor is now sparkling clean. I can practically see myself in it.

Now I just need to get rid of the body.

I dump the mop water out and fill it up with clean water from the sink. I pour the water in the garbage bin with Mr. Vexen. I fill the bin up halfway. I need water for the sulfuric acid to react right.

I grab a bottle of sulfuric acid from the desk and dump the whole thing in the garbage bin. Immediately the liquid starts to boil and spit. Mr. Vexen's skin becomes blackened, like he's being burned. I grab another bottle and dump it in. The boiling gets harsher. A weird smell drafts from the bin, it smells like baking soda and a campfire. Mr. Vexen's skin seems to be melting away. I can see red tissue start to show through.

Perfect.

Soon there won't be any body left to find.

I pull my makeshift garbage bag smock off and stash it in the janitor's cart. I take one last look around trying to remember if I got everything. I took care of the body, the blood, the knife. What am I forgetting?

His car!

Damn it!

The police will figure out that Mr. Vexen never left the school if I leave his car in the parking lot! Then they'll realize someone in the school killed him! And some idiot will mention I was meeting him after school!

I rush to his desk hoping he doesn't keep his keys in his pocket. I wouldn't be able to get them out of the acid bath without burning my arm off.

I find his keys under a pile of papers luckily.

I grab a pair of dissecting gloves off his desk too. I stash the objects in my pocket with my knife.

I push the janitor's cart out of the room towards the elevator. The school only has an elevator for the handicapped kids and janitors carts. Everyone else has to run up and down stairs.

I don't think it's fair.

One day I'm just going to break my leg on purpose so I have an excuse to use the elevator, although it doesn't really matter if I'm late anymore.

I smile to myself. I won't ever have to deal with that old frog harassing me about being late again. I feel good. The ocean inside me is calm now.

When I get to the first floor I push the janitor's cart out the backdoor to the dumpsters. The solution needs a week to completely corrode the body. I push the cart between the dumpster and the wall, covering it with a few cardboard boxes and other assorted garbage to hide it from view.

I'll come back and dump what's rest of the body down the rain sewer in a week.

Nobody uses this dumpster much anyway. The janitors usually throw their garbage in the dumpster on the north side of the school.

I don't have anything to worry about.

I walk back inside the school just as the detention kids are filing out of the detention room. I can see Roxas' blonde head in the group. I walk faster to catch up with him. I don't know what I'm going to say to him, I just know I want to talk to him.

"Hey," I say falling into step beside him.

He looks over at me and smiles, "Hey. Were you in detention? I didn't see you."

"Oh, I stayed after school to do a project. What did you do to get detention again?" I ask. He doesn't seem like a bad kid. They usually don't even give new kids detention. What did he do?

"I…uh…was late for Mr. Vexen's class. He didn't believe that I got lost," replies Roxas frowning a little.

I laugh a little at the irony, "He's a jerk."

"Yeah, I wish I didn't have to deal with him. What happened to your hand? Are you bleeding?" asks Roxas looking down at my slightly blood covered hands with a nauseous look.

I curse myself internally for not remembering to check my hands for blood, "Uh, no, it's just paint. I was doing an art project."

Hopefully Roxas isn't in art because we are actually working on sculptures.

"Oh thank god, I hate blood," sighs Roxas the color returning to his face.

I smile a little at his comment.

We reach the front door and sunlight causes us to both squint.

"Well, I have to get home. I'll see you later," I say walking down the steps.

"Bye," waves Roxas sitting down on a bench to probably wait for his brother.

I walk to the parking lot pushing the unlock button on his keys hoping to find Mr. Vexen's car.

Why do I like talking to Roxas so much? He's the complete opposite of me. I love blood. He gets queasy looking at it. I loathe cops. His brother is a cop. I'm a cold blooded killer. He's…he's just innocent.

But for some reason I want to talk to him. I like being around him. I haven't had one thought of killing him. I don't even want to think of him dead.

I've never thought about a person like that before. I have always had a thought of killing everyone I have met. Some more than others, but there's always that initial thought of killing them.

Beep beep.

An old mud brown car lights up when I point the key remote at it. This must be the car!

I put the dissecting gloves on before opening the door. I don't want to leave any fingerprints.

But that won't matter anyway.

I'm going to make sure this car is at the bottom of the deepest part of the river within the next hour.

No one is going to know what happened to Mr. Vexen.

And after a week, no one is going to care.

I was going to wait to kill Vexen. But...I hate filler chapters.

Sulfuric acid has been used to dispose of bodies!

I wanted to make this murder not so random and sloppy.

Review? Or Axel will come to your house.....

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