2 Chapter 1

The blow of a loud whistle within the gym announced the departure for all of the volleyball students. "Mr. Louse!" A ruff stern voice called out. It was no other but his coach Lee Mathews. Who had pulled Ian's attention away from his duffel bag.

Just fucking great. He thought sighing as he grabbed his stuff and approached the well built man that stood at 6 ft 4. The lads tall structure intimidated many that were shorter than him excluding Ian who stood at 5 ft 9. Instead of feeling intimidated by his coaches height like most, he felt very annoyed by it.

He disliked the thought of having conversations with people or pretty much socialising in general. He admired those that could, those that could easily socialise with everyone and anyone but also at the same time he hated them. And Ian's sports professor so happen to be the socialising type. For goodness sake it was in his job description.

"Yes coach." Ian answered with fake interest.

"Your power swing on the last strike was weak." You don't say? "It barely made it across if it wasn't for your teammate aiding in support. You've made too many errors tonight. Your head wasn't in the game as usual." Obviously. "Your suppose to be our black horse. Tonight's practice game didn't show any of that. Finals are right around the corner. What is going on?"

'Like you would care if I actually told you the truth.'

Ian snickered inwardly as he nodded with an half enthusiastic smile. "I-I'm sorry coach. I've just been going through something at home with my parents." He lied but who cared, as long as his coach believed it. He would be let off easily.

Besides he was the teams best player who brought home 3 championships since freshman year there wasn't shit his coach could really do to him. Run a lap here run a lap there. He would end up scott free in the end so he continued on with his lie. "My mom and dad want a divorce. They've been arguing all day and night about splitting up and deciding who I should go with. I just couldn't sleep last night, neither the day before that."

'Your doing great Ian just a little bit more to make it believable.'

He made his face contort into sadness to seem as if he was really upset about the matter. But it was all a lie, Ian didn't have any parents, he lived alone. And he wasn't going to clarify that either. It was working he knew his little lie hit home. Knowing that his teacher was abandoned by his dad when he was little and felt hurt about it. He knew the professor could fully sympathize with him. And that's what Ian wanted and it worked, he could tell by the way his coaches clenched jaw softened his eyes now holding nothing but pity.

Ian wasn't one for pity. But now who the fuck cared. He didn't want to spend a whole hour hearing a speech about how he could do better and be better. He and everyone on the team knew the way he thought out strategies was beyond that of a average normal person. Which meant that his strategies and advice was way better than his coaches.

Advise? Tips? He didn't need any of it. What he needed right now was to get the hell out of here.

Mr. Lee looked at him and nodded clicking the pen on his hand board. "Will you be okay with everything that's happening." He asked, sincerely worried about his best student that stood in front of him with a sad frown. "It would be nice to let you stay out for a while to get yourself together but unfortunately like I've said earlier. The Finals are too close and spring will be here soon."

"I know Mr lee."

'How could I not know that's all you've been talking about for the past two damn weeks.'

"You know I'm always here for you if you need any help. I've been through something similar I know how heart breaking and exhausting the situation can be."

Ian pretended to be even sadder taking a step back and smiling grimly. "Yeah I know. Sometimes I just wish life wasn't so...." he shrugs. "Unfair, you know." Now that part wasn't a lie. Life could be so fucking unfair at times but for him that was all the time.

The professor sighed. "I understand we'll have practice as usual but if it's too hard you could leave early at times but during the time your here you have to work twice as hard. You understand?"

Ian puts up a fake genuine smile. "Yes coach."

"Attaboy." He lightly pats Ian's right arm. "You may go home now-"

With out a moments hesitation Ian dashed out the large gym, leaving through the back door of his college as he ran into the cold night air. It was almost 8 pm at night it was dangerous outside at this time. People were being kidnapped, killed, abused. Especially students, bodies were continuously popping up on the news like they were daily commercials for profit these days. And instead of going home to a place where no one was waiting for him he decide to head west instead of north. He planned to visit one of his favorite places. It was probably safe during the day but at night definitely not. But that's why he wanted to go there.

It was quite there an unexpected place for anyone to visit and besides it wasn't that far from the police station. If something really happened he could just run and get help.

So he quicken his steps reaching his destination in less than 15 minutes. It was an somewhat abandoned parking lot that people barely used, do to the awful smell it sometimes carried. But Ian's objective here was to reach the top of place, all the way onto the roof.

He grew to like that spot the view at night was somewhat nice.

It wasn't long before he reached the top and headed straight towards the end of the roof. He sat his book bag down and took his phone out along with his headphones plugging them in and playing music. He jumps up on top of the edge with zero care on rather he might slip and fall 9 stories down. If anything in his predicament it would be more of a blessing than a curse. Being on the edge gave him a sort of comforting feeling that he couldn't explain with words. All he knew was that he loved the feeling it, wasn't as if he was scared of heights or anything. It was exactly the whole opposite.

He stood on top of the edge and began to balance himself both of his arms lay out on each side of him as he began to walk along the dangerous edge. He starts to sing out loud along to the song that he's listening to. Unaware that there was two people on that same rooftop. One in unimaginable agony and the other in utter complete thrill.

The one in pain was a young women who had just left out've work. But had run into an unexpected situation that determined rather she'd live or die. But suddenly it seemed that her silent prayers were answered as she began to yell louder her ears picking up on another persons voice.

But her hopes didn't last long as it seemed no matter how loud she yelled and begged for help it was all useless. Was she to far away that no one could here her?

She slowly looked into his the eyes of her murder's dark orbs feeling the last bit of life leaving her. She could tell by how the young man was furrowing his brows, that he two could here the voice and do to that his grip on her neck began to tighten significantly. The grip around her neck tighten so much that before she knew it the angel of death had taken over and devoured her. Her struggle for help, for freedom, her struggle to live was eventually all in vain. Like a rag doll her lifeless body fell to the floor with a thud.

On the other hand the murderer's eyes had started to become dazed as his heart started to pick up pace. A large amount of adrenaline started to rush through his body like a roller coaster. He felt excited not because of the kill like usual. No this feeling was better he could feel everything through his body. His ears began to perk up even more to the unfamiliar voice that echoed with a pleasant melody through out the lot. He turns his head towards the area of where the voice was coming from, a cruel lustful smirk crawling onto his lips.

Ian had zero idea that all of this was happening, he had zero idea he was being watched.

And he also had zero idea the danger that was full on approaching him like a speed of light until he saw a shadow of a person from the corner of his eye.

The shadow peaked his interest, making him look up a small surprised gasp leaving his lips.

He couldn't believe his eyes right now. Though the person stood within the shadow side of the parking lot he still was able to make out who it was. His college's most popular scholar. Mr too good for violence with all his preppy behavior stood in front of him deck out in ruff clothing, as if he was in a fight for his life. He couldn't help but stare with his eyes wide open.

He kept his gaze on the familiar male that stood with an high smirk on his lips.

The mysterious male wouldn't dare call the exciting feeling he was going through right now love at first sight. No, no where close. But he did feel giddy inside, really giddy. It was like finding a treasure chest filled with pure gold and diamonds. And he hit big. This person had to become his. The person was way to beautiful to not be.

He couldn't see Ian's face clearly do to it being very dark outside. But he was still able to trace every line that made up the young boy. He definitely knew who his next victim would be.

"Umm.... excuse me. Zvei what are you doing here?"

The male that stood in front of Ian at the moment with his raven hair unraveled a bit of blood spots on his face. And some cuts in his shirt do to a struggle was no other but Musical arts University's most favorite rich senior of all time. Zvei Willson.

Zvei smiles putting his hands behind his back. "And you are exactly?....." He asks genuinely curious to know who was the pink haired male that stood in front of him.

"I'm.... I-Ian." Ian began to curse himself for stuttering. It was happening again his inability to have a basic conversation with a person.

'Fuck socializing.'

"Ian." He nods. "A very nice name for pretty face like yours."

Ian looks away unable to register what the lad had just sad. Him? Pretty? Not in a million years. He stops walking on the edge and sits down on it turning away, his back now facing Zvei. His attention fully on the cities night lights. He felt it would be better to talk this way. He would be able to have a simple conversation and not become all stuttery do to eye contact. "The view is beautiful from here." Ian spoke softly. "Beautiful but dangerous. One wrong move and I'm dead."

"We don't want that now do we?" Zvei suggested moving close to the edge so he could stare at the younger's face and observe every thing about him more. Tonight's kill would be fun! He thought.

'How would he look like laying in his own pool of blood. Would he be just as pretty our even more beautiful.' He slowly starts to move closer to the male secretly pulling out a knife ready to slit the smaller's throat but stops hearing something amusing.

"It wouldn't matter if I did anyway. I wouldn't even feel it."

Zvei's mind was now very intrigued. Ian had unknowingly peaked his interest. 'Was this little doll suicidal?'

"What do you mean?"

Ian sighs having zero idea, why he's opening up to a stranger. A stranger that was very opposite from him this person had everything he didn't. And besides who's to say this senior of his didn't gossip and would tell the whole damn college about how depressed and crazy he was. Little did he know rumors were the least of his worries at the moment.

"You can tell me. I won't judge you or anything."

"I don't even know you that well." He begins to sigh as he tapped along the edge.

Zvei was silent for while. Dangerously silent that it became hard to tell if he was still there or not.

Ian could feel a sudden breath of warmness gliding down his neck which made him jolt in surprise. A smooth dark voice entered his ears. "I'm really dying to know what you mean by you 'wouldn't even feel it.' I promise I won't tell a soul, besides what do you have to loose.... hmm?"

The raven haired male was right about that. What would he loose that he hasn't already lost.

Ian moved over to the side putting distance between the two, clearing his throat as he prepared to let it out. "I can't feel. No matter how hard I try. I just feel.... empty." He brushes a hand over his arm sleeves that hid many, many scars. "I want to feel." He pleads sadly tears beginning to brim the corners of his eyes. "I- I.... just w..want to feel even if it's pain. Or if it's happiness, even if it's solitude or me being sad or angry. Or.... just- I don't know." He shrugs pulling his legs close to his chest. He had finally said it, spoke the words he's been feeling for years. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

"You don't want to be alone and you said you want to feel. Is this both physical and emotional?" Zvei asked his voice held zero pity.

Ian nodded unaware of what the Zvei was thinking. "Not much of it being physical, I'm sure I could still fill pain in that area if I tried hard enough. It's just mainly-"

"Your emotional state." A smile of wickedness carefully eased its way across his mouth. A so called fantastic idea popped up within his head.

"I guess you could say that." The smaller looked up at the sky with bland eyes. "But it doesn't really matter anymore because in the end, nothing changes..... Anyways what about you?"

"Me?" Zvei chuckled staring at the younger with eyes filled with a lustful fire. "You can say I've just been inspired."

"Inspired to do what?" Ian turns his head around halfway to look at the raven haired male. He was somewhat curious about this seniors sudden inspiration.

Zvei eyes glistened with a dark hue that didn't go unrecognized by Ian, but he thought nothing of it. "That's neither here or there. You'll soon find out anyway."

Ian shrugged getting down from the edge. He was officially tired now. "I guess I'll be seeing you soon." He quickly grabbed his bookbag and headed toward the exit door not looking back at the senior. Not even once, it was getting pretty late and he felt sleepy and so the main thing on his mind right now was his bed nothing more. He didn't really plan on seeing Zvei again anyways.

But little did he know was that, Zvei had something else planned for him.

Zvei watched intensely as the boy left. He couldn't help the huge bubble of laughter that wanted to irrupt within him. So he looked up towards the sky and let it out with no holding back. The sound was like a monstrous wicked roar.

"Hahahahah..... haha.... haha ... ha!"

His body trembled with pure excitement, he couldn't wait to see Ian again.

He was so thrilled that he found the perfect victim to mold and shape into the most lifeless obedient doll he's ever seen.

Kill him? Oh no he was never going to do that, at least not right now. This was a once in an lifetime opportunity.

Poor Ian had zero idea of the words he had displayed. Zvei knew the boy was naive about everything. Though he stated he couldn't feel anything it wasn't true at all. Zvei could tell as he looked into Ian's eyes that there was still life left in there, there was still a will, there was still hope for something, there was still humanity left, a whole lot of that. And it was just to bad for him that he had to run into the wrong person this night and show all of it.

Ian still held innocence and Zvei wanted to get rid of it. The younger was like a new piece of clear white paper that held endless possibilities for many different paintings. And in this case Zvei wanted to paint it in nothing but horror and fear.

The pink haired male wanted to feel?

He'd give the younger something to feel until he really couldn't feel anymore. He'd make him dull and numb, emotionless and lifeless. He'd destroy everything within the boy until there's nothing left. Then he'll grant the wish of death of course, because then he would have already accomplished what he wanted. And then and only then would the younger become even more pretty and beautiful.

It was just too amazing, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running wild in nothing but thrill and anticipation. He had found a new game to play and a person to play it with. "I guess this year won't be boring after all." He spoke out loud his eyes trailing over the edge of the rooftop onto a small body that just exited from the abandoned park and lot "I can't wait to see you again." His eyes turned dark as coal his voice filled with a bitter sweet coldness. "Enjoy the last minutes of your freedom you'll need it for what's soon to come."

'Luck was definitely not on your side tonight.'

To Be Continued.....