Violence Fetish

Hey everyone!! I know this may be sad news to some, but I'm really considering discontinuing In Their Shoes. I don't know what to do with it and I tried to rewrite it, but it wasn't working out the way I wanted it. However, to make up for the lack of the RedxRae in there, I've started this, which I assure you will be finished!! I'll try my best, although I really do love this idea! And I'll try not to go too crazy! LoL!

DEDICATION: To Ivy, for writing the summary (BIG THANX!!) and for being the BESTEST friend ever!! I hope you enjoy this story because it's solely dedicated to you!! :D

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Teen Titans, if I did, Robin surely would've been half-mutilated by now. I do own whoever is made up here.

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Prologue- Is It Worth It?

Ann Wesley knew it was futile. There was no use of running away or fighting back. Once he was on the hunt, he wouldn't stop until he caught his prey.

But still, she couldn't help but feel a little pissed off that she, a renowned assassin, was running from a mere serial killer. But then again, he wasn't just any serial killer; he was Red X. It was only because of this title, this seemingly not so intimidating title, that she was scared out of her mind.

"I guess I should have known better than to meddle with the wrong side of the law," she sighed sadly as she was met with a dead end, standing atop of the highest building in Jump City with him only a couple of steps behind her.

"Precisely," he answered her. His voice was right at her ear as his arms wrapped around her, the tip of the dagger at her throat.

Ann laughed, ignoring the feeling from the dagger that pricked her skin, "That's rich coming from you. You're the same as me although we work for different sides."

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, I'm nothing like you."

"You say that," Ann said, looking out at the vast city from the roof they both stood on. "But to them, we're both the same."

She received no reply. Smiling, Ann looked at the ground, "You know…sometimes I wonder…is it worth it? What you do?"

She, again, got no answer. "Hmm," she mused. "I guess I'll never know."

Ann closed her eyes as the dagger sliced through her skin. Crimson painted the ivory roof of the large building as her body fell forward to plummet towards the ground. He watched, his pale blue eyes devoid of any emotion as her body came into contact with the concrete. A sickening crack sounded throughout the city as the people beneath began to clamor.

"Is it worth it?" a new voice asked. He looked back at another woman, one appearing to be in her early twenties, who leaned against the door to the stairway leading down. Her violet eyes looked at him curiously, "You never answered her question."

Looking away from her, he wiped the dagger clean and placed it back into his sheath. "X, stop ignoring me!" He walked towards the door and opened it, ready to go downstairs. "X!"

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her towards him and silenced her by placing his lips to her own. Her eyes widened with surprise and remained that way even as he pulled away from her. "Yes," he whispered in her ear. "I think it is worth it."

With that, he let her go and walked down the steps, disappearing from her sight. Yes, she thought to herself, trying to push that kiss out of her head as she collapsed to sit. It's worth it…this is all supposed to be worth it…even if it hurts this much. It's all worth it…

However, as she sat there sobbing, she highly doubted that.

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And thus begins Violence Fetish (The name inspired by a song by Disturbed; it's really good!!)!! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I'll try to update as soon as possible!!

Ciao,

Xaleria