His dreams with Walter aren't innocent. Dreams with serial killers should be anything but innocent. His dreams are not dastardly horrifying either. Rather, it's always a plain, neutral affirmation. There is nothing particularly special about the situation and there's no reason the encounters with the killer should keep him up at night, but it does.

Without restraint or thought, the brunette retaliates rather slowly, "No' as bad as killin' people..." He pauses, the murderer's statement sinking in, then adds in a more defensive tone, "'m not drunk."

Matt is asleep. This seemed like the perfect time. The boy would have his heart calmed, and no one would interrupt. It's the safest route, taking into thought of the consequences again. Jonah/Matt.

The boy in the vines ignores him. He reaches down, picking up one of the vines and holds it in his grasp. It wiggles, trying to break free, successfully breaking the skin of his palm. "Are you afraid?" He breathes, unnatural laughter chiming afterwords.

I remember a time when ghosts were fairy-tales. And I'd say, "Nu-uh! You liar! Demons aren't real!" And he'd answer back, "How do you know?"

Tick... tock... tick... tock...

Flashes from the night before run through my mind. Those touches, that laugh, the lingering hand... I stare at my face in the mirror, trying to keep from fainting in pure fear. Someone was in my room last night. Was that someone Walter Sullivan?

Dear RED Spy, I've decided to set our differences aside and send you something. Consider it a, 'Happy Ceasefire' present. I have no use of it, so please keep it. Love, BLU Spy. P.S: Don't send him back. RED!Spy/BLU!Sniper

"Wot in th' bloodeh hell are yah' doin' here, Spoih?" "Nozzing, mon cher." "Like hell you are." The RED Spy only smirks wider. "Am I not allowed to vizit my favorite BLU?" RED!Spy x BLU!Sniper

"Hm... no, no, no," The one called Reno starts going down the line, studying each kid before moving onto the next. And then it hits me. They're choosing us. ...For what? Rated M for rape and smut and language.

Once they all know, no one will love you...

Here I stand - helpless and left for dead.

I'm havin' a bad, bad day. It's about time that I get my way. Steamrollin' whatever I see. Huh, despicable me. I'm havin' a bad, bad day. If you take it personal that's okay, watch - this is so fun to see. Aw, despicable me. Rated M for future chapters

A butterfly lands down onto my knee. I look around for the mate, but it seems to have gone. Now it's just me, and this beautiful creature on my skin. It seems to beg me not to do this. I can practically hear it's whimpering. "Don't go..." It whispers.

If... If I didn't do this, Axel would be charged of homicide. I don't want him to go through hell in prison. No, this benefits both of us. Blood/Gore/Dark AkuRoku

It's disgusting to watch the parents laugh along with their kids; telling them they love them. How could they love their children? Why do they get a happily-ever-after and I'm out on the streets?

"Why...?" I cried to myself, hugging myself in my bed. My parents weren't home. I had the house to myself. And I reflected on how Axel used to treat me. He was so nice. He acted so loving. "Why, Axel...?"

"Don't. You. Dare." He snarls. I flick the lighter on, waiting for the flame to stay, and finally I've got myself a tall, beautiful lick of fire at the tip of my fingers. And then I delicately place the flame right under the base of the flower. MarAku

The pain... The torture... Was any of it real? Or not? Suddenly, I let out a silent scream, feeling a hand clamp down on my shoulder. Warnings: Rape, yaoi

The tree looms over, giving it more of a shady cast. Zexion liked that. Still being able to see the sun, and yet not being burned to death like some of the idiots who have insomnia, just like himself.

White. Numb. Alone. He doesn't love me. He does love me. I hate him. I love him. No...

Axel Wood: The Demon Barber of the Fleet Street. The final scene. Rated T for violence/gore.

Never fall asleep, you won't wake up, destroy the guillotine, before he does... all the vibrant colors I see... and the shades that fill the gray...

It all started with a mission. With a simple suggestion. MarZeku - Rated M for a reason.

Another shiver ran down my spine. I closed my eyes, seeing nothing but darkness. Darkness. I liked it. It didn't show me the cold. It wouldn't ever show me General Winter.

What happens when you enter an abandoned mansion? You'll find out...

The figure discards my shirt and pants while I think. A chuckle brings me out of my thoughts and I feel the breath being knocked out of me as the figure presses himself firmly against me; pressing my petite body into the bed. Zemyx - rated M for a reason

H-HELP!" Zexion screamed, feeling himself trash around in the water. He had no clue how to swim. The blue haired teen kept screaming, feeling his head go under for a moment.

AkuRoku Roxas Simon is feeling guilty about a death. Axel wants to comfort him. But what happens when they go on the road together? Gosh I SUCK at summaries.

Axel get out before--" “Before what?” Axel had crawled to the edge of the bed, face to face with the little man, only inches from his face. Roxas’s eyes widen – not in horror this time, but in surprise. AkuRoku