Title: The Games of Mad Beast

Rated: M

Warnings: This story contains/is AU, fighting, blood, gore, strong violence, swearing, and some other stuff. Some Explicit Lemons, maybe. Rated M for future chapters.

Pairings: KidxCrona, SteinxMarie, SoulxMaka, & a hint of SpiritxBlair

Screaming and thrashing against her tormenters the young girl soon found that she wasn't a match against her three captors. Soon she was beating and banging, screaming loudly within the trunk that imprisoned her. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized there was no escape.

Then after what felt like several eternities of silence her world exploded and light filled her vision, blinding her while the feeling of air rushing against her face took her breath away. And then she felt nothing but pain as the sound of smashing glass and breaking bones echoed in her ears. And a sharp, stinging sensation was felt before her world faded out to darkness.

It was quite fascinating. Dissecting already dead animals as a young boy was one thing, later when he was older and began secretly killing them before the dissections was another thing, but as a young adult when he had sliced into his first human corpse the feeling was nothing he had ever felt before. It was almost like someone had finally lifted a huge weight from his shoulders.

The thoughts had run rampant in his head for years, ever since his fourteenth birthday, actually. But it was also an addiction. After disassembling and reassembling his first corpse without too much hesitation the young man wanted to do it again and again. It was the only thing that seemed to quell his endless boredom.

It was also the only thing that seemed to make him feel as other 'normal' people did. Each body brought to him seemed to reveal hidden feelings, as well. The most prominent seemed to either be that of anger or fear. Yet he almost always felt something close to excitement or joy when he cut into the body's flesh to find out its secrets.

She was numb. Her eyes were teary and her throat sore. White bandages covering the part of her face that had been harmed obscured half her face. The initial shock had sunk in and already passed. Now she was retreating from the world to avoid further injury. It was the only defense mechanism her body really knew anymore. The sounds of voices in the next room had her shaking in nervous apprehension. She already knew not to say anything. She knew better than to try doing anything about what happened. It was in the first four or so years of life that she had been taught what to-or rather what not-to say to others.

If she did there would be a severe consequence, but she was sure by then that if she said anything nobody would acknowledge it or give it a second thought. Nobody would care. She was just a stupid, little girl that nobody would believe. And if nobody cared, then why should she? Besides, she knew she would get in trouble and be punished if anyone else found out about her reality.

Shifting her body weight she exhaled sharply as a sudden sharp, intense pain caused her to give a quiet hiss. The uncovered eye began watering a little, she sniffled and was then greeted with the sight of three adults entering her place.

He didn't think it'd do any harm. It was just a few 'borrowed' coins. He liked to visit a certain store not far from his home whenever he had the time. It was a nice little music shop that always kept a large plastic jar of coins and dollar bills on the counter by the register. Borrowing the coins from said jar was quite easy. He just slipped over to where the store people kept their register while they weren't looking and helped himself to a few quarters, sometimes he borrowed a dollar bill or two. It wasn't really a big deal. Everyone borrowed things every now and again. He'd just pay them back later when he came to buy something, or that's what he told himself anyway.

Curious, she looked around with large confused eyes. She had no idea why everyone was so upset. All she could gather was that her father was yelling a lot and her mother refused to leave her side for some reason, but she had no idea why. It was just a few moments ago she was scribbling drawings and talking about school and how she made friends before all the hell broke loose. It was a few minutes after her father had gotten a call. She didn't know, or would realize, how awful things were until she was older and able to grasp at things better than she did then at the tender age of five.

Tapping his fingers impatiently against the tabletop he stared at the animal sitting on the floor. It was driving him crazy with all its self-cleaning. Licking and licking and licking away at its hind paw as though it were really that dirty. He despised that feline with all his heart, but could do nothing about it. It wasn't his cat, nor his father's, nor anyone he knew personally. All he knew was that if he done something to that animal he would surely be scolded. Eventually, he relocated to his room.

The safety of his peaceful, sterile, very neat and clean room didn't last too long because the stupid thing followed him and started to rub all over his stuff, ruining its cleanliness with black and white patched fur. He couldn't take it anymore! He tossed a book at it, frightening it off, and it was then he decided that madness was just something that the infuriating creature brought out of him, no matter how much self-control he displayed.

Okay, so guess who is who here if you like. This will serve a purpose later in the story. Promise! The next chapter will be a timeskip ahead to the main events. Oh, and I'm so sorry that this first chapter is so short and I may not be updating anytime soon. I'm gonna try to work on some old stuff first. Plz, be patient!

I'll try updating this in due time.

~With Love, Fairylust~