chapter 10

                                    

                                          
'~'~'Zexion's POV'~'~'
                          
It was around seven at night when Demyx finally fell asleep. Zexion slowly pulled away from him, laying him down comfortably on the bed, kissing his forehead one last time then left the room. Larxene and Marluxia were downstairs in the living room, watching TV.
                          
"Are you leaving?" Larxene asked.
                          
He nodded. "Yeah, call me if Demyx needs anything. I'll be back in a little while." He left the house, going in his car. Driving back to his house, he parked the car in the driveway. He made sure no one was around when he disappeared in the shadows. They had told him Luxord was nearby, coming for Demyx later.
                          
The shadows assured him that Demyx was okay right now, sleeping peacefully; unaware of what Zexion was going to do.
                          
He traveled through the shadows of the night, looking for his target. The shadows guided him; he'd always been part of them. After his parents died, Leon took him in and raised him and taught him how to use powers. Before he met Demyx, he'd never had any use for them, but that changed. Ever since he moved here and laid eyes on Demyx, he hid in the shadows sometimes to watch over him.
                          
Then Luxord had come and raped him.
                          
When he saw Demyx lying on the floor, his heart broke at the sight. Demyx had always been happy and go-lucky, never seeming angry over his life, despite everything he went through. Today had been the only time he'd seen Demyx upset.
                          
Bingo...
                          
He found what he'd been looking for.
                          
Luxord was in his house, pictures of Demyx all over the walls, tables, and floor. Zexion knew the man had to have been stalking him for quite a while. Pictures of him taking a shower, playing his guitar, sleeping on his bed, this man was sick. Zexion entered the house undetected. It stank of sweat and semen; he didn't have to guess what Luxord did in his free time.
                          
Luxord was lying down on the couch, rubbing a picture of Demyx smiling over his chest. This man made Zexion sick. He could hear all the sick thoughts and fantasies the man had about his former step-son. Zexion felt his nostrils burn from the sickening scent in the house.
                          
Zexion walked silently to him, still hidden in the shadows. Luxord was wrapped in his own little perverted world, unaware that the shadow's son was standing above him.
                          
Without warning, Zexion stabbed the hand that held the picture. Luxord screamed out in pain. "Who's there?"
                          
Zexion appeared. "You're worst nightmare's nightmare."
                          
Luxord gritted his teeth. "Who the fuck are you? And how did you get in here?"
                          
Instead of answering or replying, Zexion stabbed his next hand to the sofa. "I'm here on behalf of Demyx..." He walked over to where Luxord's feet were and stabbed them to the sofa as well, enjoying the sound of pain Luxord was making.
                          
"How do you know Demyx?" Luxord demanded.
                          
Zexion looked at him coolly. "I know you killed his mother shortly after you divorced. You made it look like her new boyfriend killed her and then made it look like he committed suicide. You've been stalking Demyx for about six months now. The only reason why you did what you did is because you saw me talking to him at school."
                          
Luxord's eyes grew wide. "H-How did you know that?"
                          
Zexion smiled evilly at him. He punched him in the face. "I know everything about you Luxord, how you use to look at Larxene before Demyx was born, after Demyx was born you became obsessed with him. Their mother noticed it and she divorced you. It was the only thing she did right for them."