A Psycopath Loves You's

01. Cold hearted ruthless killer

In the dark and cold night accompanied by the sound of night birds chirping heard. A young man was walking in the dark of his night, the twenty-year-old man was still very young and certainly handsome. He staggered and limped, his stomach feeling a great shock from hunger, for he had no lunch. The boy's name is Arkha Ichiro hidoyoshi from Japanese crossbreeds. His skin looks milky white, nose sharp and his eyes are slightly narrow like Japanese in general. However, there were slight blisters on his left eyebrow, like elongated scratches and left scars from the top of the eyebrow to the bottom of the eye, but fortunately did not injure the young man's eyes. The scar instead adds to Arkha's good looks in such a style.

Arkha continued walking down the street with a blank look coupled with the cold of the night, he docked the hood Hoodie attached to his head.

Unintentional or also silenced the man to hit him.

Bruckk!

Arkha fell on a cloudy and dirty water. The water splash hit the Arkha's hitter's shirt earlier, so he was furious at Arkha who had caused his shirt to get dirty.

" Yeyy!! Did you see my dress get dirty!" Blow it up while bragging, though,

Though only accepted by his superiors to be the division manager has dared to boast, but that's the reality.

"Who are you?" Ask arkha coldly while standing up again even though her Hoodie is also dirty.

"Heyy!! You don't need to know who I am? All you have to listen to and remember always, pay and compensate my dirty clothes immediately with a new one! It's all dirty because of you !!" The uncle nodded.

"Who's your name?" Ask arkha again.

The uncle was getting angry, the boy didn't care about him not even listening to him. With a hot heart he pulled the collar of Hoodie Arkha that he was using.

Plaque…. One slap landed on Arkha's smooth cheek which caused his cheek to become flushed from the former slap of the uncle.

"Didn't you hear what I said huh?! You even asked me about my name, you are indeed an uneducated child! You're an idiot bastard!!" His hardness angrily the flame burning in his heart burned a word of pity.

"And now you dare hit a ruthless killer!" Said arkha who was still cold while stroking her cheek.

His demonic smile floated on his face, making the uncle shocked and horrified to see Arkha's smile as if he were going to prey on her.

"Heh what do you mean?!" Asked the uncle did not understand but in a voice that snapped at him.

Arkha walked up to the uncle. The uncle was so frightened that he took a few steps back from Arkha.

"Why did you back off? Or are you afraid of me? Oh. no. You're afraid of a ruthless killer! Heh," said Arkha flatly but between the words it contained insinuations to the uncle.

"I am an untutored child. My father and mother are not there.please understand!" Seriangai Arkha reappeared behind Hoodie's hood. Somehow he felt happy if he wanted to kill the man who had hurt him, so he did not feel tired anymore towards the uncle.

Arkha continued forward with a sharp look of eyes staring at the frightened uncle. Now, the uncle could not dwell anymore, he could not go anywhere else, behind him there was already a wall of restrictions that blocked the step of the uncle. His body trembled, cold sweat drenching the uncle's body.

Arkha bowed, he took a knife in his boots, then played it with his finger. And looked back at the cornered uncle.

The uncle's body could not move so much in his fear. He could only resign to his current state of being hunted by cold-hearted ruthless assassins.

"A-what do you want to do." said the uncle was stained with a brick because of his trembling lips.

"What did I do? Heh, it's obviously wanted to kill you!"

The uncle's heart did not beat anymore. He really regretted his actions. Now he can only go to God.

Sleppp, a stab into the uncle's stomach, as the fresh blood flowed, the deep red color continued to flow in the area of Arkha's former stab which made the uncle grimace in pain, and the blood flowed, he fell to the ground while holding his wound.

A satisfied smile is always symbolized by Arkha behind her Hoodie hood.

Arkha again approached the uncle who was in pain withstanding the stabbing of the knife. Arkha then asked again the third time, but now it was answered directly by the uncle.

"Yes…. Name…. I'm Gibran, please don't hurt me, I just got into the manager division so please don't kill me and I also have a wife and children to live with" it was obviously that uncle named Gibran. Have mercy on the killer? Oh, certainly not the way out, that would never be granted a psycopath like Arkha.

Without Arkha's inspiration again he again stabbed the uncle with one more stab in the heart that made the uncle named Gibran had to release his life at the hands of Arkha.

" Aghh!!!"

That satisfied smile was the threshold on her slightly thick lips that adorned her beautiful face, Arkha. Tonight, Arkha doesn't have much desire to torture his victims, usually Arkha always torments him first before he kills him.

Little inscribed Arkha on the head of Gibran with his trademark carving is front of his name and also the first name of the person he killed and finally so the nicks AG in the head of Gibran with a little sign that he was the one who had been killed killing him.

"Ck, your end has come!" arkha said to the dead gibran in her hand.

Arkha again walked down this rather quiet sidewalk with a blank look ahead. The road through Arkha is quiet and silent there are not many buildings there.

"Please! Unhand me! No!"

Suddenly Arkha heard someone who had just shouted.

Arkha turned to the source of the voice. The source of the sound came from an empty house. The guy was a little curious about the situation inside the empty house. Then he approached the empty house.

There was no light in the room, everything was pitch black and there was nothing suspicious. The moment Arkha wanted to get out of the empty house sounded something strange between the corners of the room.

"@#*@#"

His voice sounded strange but, with the sound was able to the guy stay in the doorway. His curiosity grew so that when a word sounded again.

"Hey! You help me! I'm…"

The voice disappeared again like someone had silenced. Arkha was sure that something was wrong in this neighborhood. The guy was looking for a socket to turn on the lights, maybe the electricity can still be used.

Click.. Arkha pressing the stop button. Instantly, the room that had been dark became bright again. The guy turned his body glancing backwards. Sure enough Arkha's guess, there was a girl who was tied up in a chair and her mouth was silenced with the palm of a thug.

Of course, what Arkha did angered the gangsters who deliberately turned off the lights and hid in the corner of the room so that Arkha did not know. But now, Arkha already knew it clearly.

"Damn it, this kid" grumbled one of the gangsters.

"You are brave young man!" Said a gangster who could be said to be the boss of gangsters from the others, his age around the thirties and above but still look young.

Arkha glared at the gangster's boss. He ignored the words of the gangsters.

"Is your life nine? So you're brave enough to get into our base!" Asked one of the gangsters a little mocking Arkha's bravery.

"My life is ten" replied Arkha lightly. "So please let go of the girl" Arkha pointed to the girl in the room.

"You! You're so brave, you little boy!!" Shouted the gangster's men and directly ran towards Arkha wanting to give Arkha a little lesson.

Arkha did not flinch. He was still quietly in place with his leisure he avoided hitting the thugs.

Bruk!

Arkha managed to get the gangster's men slammed backwards with their heads hitting the wall.

All were astonished to see Arkha and the gangster's men. It could be that the rancid boy managed to defeat his men.

The gangster boss got up from his seat. "Why are you all quiet?! Quickly attack that rancid boy!!" He exclaimed furiously.