It was early the next day, as (M/N) was laying in his bed. His eyes open already as if he didn't sleep at all. He simply stared at the ceiling as if he was waiting for something to get him out of bed. (M/N) thought back to the email he had received the other day. The one about West Kieran Police Academy. The one his whole plan was dedicated to and even if it didn't end off well, he had millions of other plans that would allow him to continue his pleasurable life just the way it is.

The sudden sound of the alarm from his phone made (M/N) sit up in his bed and prepare for the day. (M/N) got out of bed and started to fold his blankets nicely, placing them to the corner of his bed, placing the pillow nicely on top. (M/N) nods and bends down to pick up his phone. (M/N) places his phone on the bed as he walks to his closet and opens it wide, only to see a few dead bodies in there. Oops, he forgot they were in there again. (M/N) harshly kicks the bodies back into his closet as he smiles widely and pulls out a nice outfit for the police academy. Even if the academy will provide a uniform for them, (M/N) would rather make it his own.

Happily he snagged the uniform off of the man he killed about a month ago and altered it to his size and how he'd like it. Slightly exposing his chest, slightly. The pants were shorts and easy to use and fight in. The shoes were sneakers spray painted black to match the over squeaky vans shoes the police wear. (M/N) slowly put the police uniform on as he turned to look in the mirror, he fixed his hair to a messy amount as he turned, going to his bed to collect his phone. He placed his phone in his pocket as he left his room, shutting the door as he left.

(M/N) decided to let his parents sleep in today and greet them when he got home. (M/N) walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth as he did that with ease. The next step was to pick up the maggots, flies and other bugs off the floor from the skeletons of his animals. (M/N) grabbed the tweezers from the bathroom and walked to the living room and began this job. It wouldn't take long for (M/N) to be finished and to be putting the tweezers in his bag and spraying it with perfume to clear away the bloody smell.

Now (M/N) would buy another bag, yet he doesn't have the money to afford another bag at this moment. Sure he could just steal money from his parents, but what kind of son would he be if he did that? Not a very good one. (M/N) fixed himself up once more as he grabbed a piece of ham from his fridge and shoved it in his mouth. (M/N) eats his ham as he opens the door, grabbing his wallet and keys, shoving them in his bag. He walked out the door and closed it as he left.

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(M/N) walked down the bustling street. It was only during the day that the crowds gathered on the streets, yet at night it was dead quiet with only those who dared to come out, came out to drink and play around. Like what he saw last night. (M/N) kept walking as some little kids passed him and stopped to stare at his unmaintained hair, his odd clothing style and his mismatched eyes. Actually, everyone would always stop and stare at (M/N). They would look at him like he wasn't normal and he wasn't. He never was. He never would be. He loved being abnormal, it was his groove, his thing.

(M/N) finally stopped as he noticed a few other guys, girls and all in between, making their way past a gate that led them into West Kieran Police Academy. (M/N)'s smile grew three times bigger as he adjusted the bag on his back, making his way towards the gate with some others that did the same. (M/N) looked at the other students around him as he noticed a few of them shot him odd looking glares, not that he minded at all. He was used to it. As (M/N) walked past the gate, he heard some odd noises. Noises he usually heard at night, this filled him with an odd sense of pleasure.

"You really think some poor sucker like you, a crybaby, could be a police officer?" A tall gruff man asked.

"I think he does, Mizono!" A tall woman laughed as she hugged the gruff man, Mizono's arm.

(M/N) looked to see who they were bullying as he saw a young man with white hair, white eyes and the classic uniform. (M/N) had two choices, ignore it and enjoy the crying or help. As much as (M/N) wanted to choose the first one, option two would probably keep the bad attention away from him. (M/N) sighed and walked over to the two, he squeezed through the crowd of people who were watching the two bully this guy. (M/N) noticed the tears rolling down the emotionless guy's face. It was odd, (M/N) never saw someone who was completely emotionless cry. It was exhilarating for him, could he make this guy cry like that? Oh the pleasure it brought him.

(M/N) walked to Mizono and tapped his shoulder as Mizono turned to (M/N), annoyed and confused, "Eh? What the heck do you want, brat?"

The woman looked at (M/N) too, "Aww...Aren't you cute?" She gushed, "But aren't you a little young to be here?" She asked.

"Huh?" Mizono took a closer look at (M/N), "Eh?! You're right, Junpi." Mizono smirked, "Hey there kiddo...What 'cha doin' here...ya' lost or somethin'?" He asked.

That was it. (M/N) clenched his fist tightly, they already assumed he was a child, and he hated when people assumed he was a child, which he was. Which he'll never be. (M/N) wanted to punch them, to kick them. Maybe his parents would like a piece of them tonight for insulting their son? But he couldn't, not today, not right now. It was day time and he was at a place where this couldn't happen.

"Hey brat. I'm talkin' to ya'!" Mizono yelled.

(M/N) then turned to the crying guy and held his hand out to him, "Let's go." He smiled.

The guy simply looked at (M/N) and then his hand. He didn't know what to do exactly. But (M/N) made the choice for him by grabbing this guy's hand, pulling him up and walking off with him. (M/N) walked off with the guy as (M/N) kept his head straight and his smile wide. The two walked past the doors of the academy as once they were behind the doors, (M/N) let go of the guy's hand.

(M/N) turned to the guy and smiled. He didn't speak as he just nodded and walked off. He couldn't be late for the orientation of their first year. (M/N) needed to make sure that he stood out to people, not by much, but also that he was a normal student with perfect grades and attendance. Happily, his father was a policeman. (M/N) could ask his father for all the help in the world.

"Hey."

(M/N) stopped and turned to see the guy from before, the one who's tears were now dry. Pity. (M/N) looked the guy up and down before tilting his head to the side.

"Why did you help me?" He asked.

(M/N) simply thought about what to say as he didn't talk much, "Just because." He replied with ease.

The guy sighed, "Thanks." (M/N) nodded in reply, "My name is Aaron. Aaron Lopez." Aaron introduced himself.

"(M/N)." (M/N) introduced himself.

"(M/N)...What?" Aaron asked.

(M/N)'s last name. Now that was a topic that (M/N) didn't like to discuss. Not that he didn't know what it was, no, no, no. It was just (M/N) rather disliked his last name due to the affiliations it has with his family and the meaning behind it.

"Just (M/N)." (M/N) repeats as he looks at the clock and then nods, "Bye." (M/N) then turned back and walked off.

Aaron stared at (M/N) as he left, quickly walking after (M/N), "You know that uniform isn't accepted here, right?"

(M/N) wanted to ignore Aaron so badly. At this moment, Aaron was annoying (M/N) to death. Yet, to play the part (M/N) has set up for himself, he needs to act kind and nice to be able to stay here for as long as he can. Dang it.

"They said it was okay." (M/N) informs him as they walk to the auditorium.

Aaron seemed suspicious but brushed it off, "Alright." He replied, "It was nice to meet you, (M/N)." He nods and then walks off to find a seat.

(M/N) stands there, happy that Aaron finally left him alone. (M/N) then walks off to go find a seat himself. (M/N) made his way to a seat in the back. It would give him a good view of all the other students, those who are strong, those who are weak, and those who could give him his pleasure. (M/N) pulled out a pen and pad from his bag as he opened it to reveal a list of names. Names he's chosen to be his pleasure. He wrote down two names, three was his thought of writing but he decided against it for the moment. He wrote down 'Mizono' and 'Junpi' in his notebook. He smiled as he closed the pad and placed both his pad and pen into his bag.

"What'cha writin' there, kiddo?" A familiar voice asked.

(M/N) grimaced as he slowly looked up to see Mizono, the guy who yelled at him before. (M/N) rather not be seen with Mizono at this moment, he doesn't really like Mizono due to their first impressions of each other. Nothing at all could change his mind. And such a change of personality from earlier, huh?

"My girlfriend went to sit with her friends so...I saw you alone and wondered if we could maybe start again!" Mizono smirked and stared at the bag in the seat, "...Hmmm?"

(M/N) didn't reply at all, he'd rather ignore Mizono now. He couldn't before but now he could. Mizono noticed that (M/N) wasn't moving his bag. Mizono chuckled and pulled out a bag of (f/chips) from his bag and swung it in front of (M/N)'s face. (M/N) paused and stared at the chips in a daze. (M/N) quickly moved his bag and snagged the chips from Mizono. As Mizono sat next to (M/N).

"Happy we could find a compromise!" Mizono smiled happily, "Now...What's your-"

"Hey (M/N), there were barely any seats open. I was hoping we could-"

(M/N) looked to see Aaron was back, great. (M/N) wasn't that thrilled with people trying to talk to him, especially people as annoying as Aaron and Mizono. Mizono seemed the same towards Aaron as Mizono smirked and stood up.

"Now...What is a loser crybaby like you doin'?" Mizono crossed his arms with a smirk.

Aaron looked away and clenched his fist. (M/N) simply watched and snacked on his chips. He enjoyed this, happily Aaron would cry again and (M/N) would get to see how Aaron would cry with no emotions on his face. Praying for the pleasure to return.

"Come on, Loser! Talk!" Mizono pushed Aaron back, causing Aaron to stumble a bit back, "What'cha gonna do, Crybaby? Cry like the little crybaby ya' are?" He smirked, "Don't be a bitch."

(M/N) paused. Bitch. That was a word (M/N) was all too familiar with. He remembered his uncle and his father calling him the same exact word once. It wasn't a pretty day. It was painful, horrible, and he had never felt the same after that day. But that word was one that stayed with (M/N) up till now. (M/N) then stood up and tapped Mizono's shoulder.

"Huh?" Mizono turned to (M/N), "What'cha need?"

A punch came straight towards Mizono's face, causing Mizono to stumble back. Everyone who was watching gasped as they witnessed Mizono get punched in the face. (M/N) tilted his head to the side yet his eyes widened as he saw tears rolling down Aaron's face. A frown graced Aaron's lips as well. Shit. (M/N) wanted to see the emotionless crying, yet this crying brought pleasure to (M/N) as well, happily. (M/N) then looked to Mizono, who's nose bled and caused (M/N) to smile like a sadistic maniac. It made him happy, so happy, to see the blood falling from his face. He wanted to see more. Could he see more if he kept attending this academy? The tears, the blood, and more. Could the pleasure truly still be here at this school? He prayed it was.

But he needed to make sure that everyone knew.

Don't Cry For The Police.

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WEST KIERAN POLICE ACADEMY FILES

Attendee #2

Name: Aaron Lopez

Age: 19

Rating Of (M/N): 5%

What Do U Think About (M/N): "He...saved me twice now."

Attendee #3

Name: Mizono Ramond

Age: 18

Rating Of (M/N): 13%

What Do U Think Of (M/N): "Mean Right Hook...Damn!"

Attendee #1 - (M/N) Cozbi

Crimes [Not Known By Police]:

- Murder [Unknown of complete amount]

- Arson

- Theft [All kinds]

- Harassment

- Physical Confrontation

- Attacking Law Enforcement 

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