Disclaimer: I'll study and become even smarter and build a mind control device, make Teen Titans come back, make the creators give the show to me for free, and then I'll make Red X and Raven get together. :D
Title: Murder's Weapon
Summary: She prefered not to meet the serial killers who haunted the streets of Jump City at night. She rather be one of them.
Pairing: After my disclaimer you should be able to guess it. RedX/Rae
DEDICATION: Xaleria07!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Xaleria,
I love you like a sister, you are one and we both know that, since we're personality twins!!! We have our freaky twin thing moments (like, 99.9 percent the time), and I love all of them. Happy birthday! I hope you utterly enjoy this fic made just for you!
Love,
Ivy
Downtown, Jump City:
1:29 am:
A gunshot.
The sound of a knife dancing along a person's skin, a quick slice. Another slice of the skin, crimson blood tainting the metal.
The metallic clang of a person's head hitting a metal pipe.
The grunts and groans and moans of that person in the back corner of that alley that you don't bother to go into.
The sounds of people getting beaten up.
Too many of them at once.
Another gunshot.
Another knife.
Another repeat of events.
She didn't blink as she passed the innumerable amount of killers that lurked in the darkness. She didn't give a sign that she noticed all the stares she was getting, from all the torturers, from the muggers, from the killers, from those who she didn't bother helping.
She never bothered to help anyone but herself.
That was never going to change.
She didn't move out of place. She didn't bother to meet all of the horrible beings that decided to spend their time there.
She had better things to do than waste her time with them.
The gruesome stench of blood didn't seem to disturb her walk to wherever she was headed, to whoever she went out to meet.
The cold, bitter feeling of the night thrashed against her skin, only to freeze on contact.
Even the night's harsh winds couldn't touch her.
No one could.
The best of the worst lived here. The serial killers, those same ones who haunt your day in the form of news, in the form of another killing, live here. To see a girl walking alone, that was more than enough reason to go out and mulitate her in every way.
To violate her.
To kill her.
To cut her body into shreads just to see her break.
It all happened here.
But those same killers, the same ones who you were afraid to even hear about, were now afraid of her. They all moved back, their eyes glancing back and forth from her and the nearest exit.
She smirked.
Here, she made the rules.
Here, she was the puppeteer, the one who controlled everyone and anyone. If they even thought about heading out to torture another victim, she would have to approve it first. Any newbies out on the block were there because she wanted them there. She brought them, manipulated them into doing what she did best.
Kill.
And if she wanted those killers to "disappear"?
They would.
They would have vanished without a trace, no sign of their body, no sign that they even existed.
All because of her.
She smirked again.
Thus, the reason she never met those criminals, the reasons she didn't even spare them a glance, was simply because she prefered to be the mastermind behind all of it. She'd rather be the top serial killer, the one most feared, and be apart of the society that was growing around her.
She was a part of a group that was made up of only her.
She wasn't simply a killer, she wasn't simply another face on the wanted list.
Heck, she was the wanted list.
She was the one who was the reason for all of the killings. She was the reason there was a jump in the number of deaths in Jump City. She was the cause for the hundreds of deaths, the hundreds that lost the ones dear to them. She was the cause of the misery, the pain, the deaths, everything...
And to be frank, she loved it.
Titan's Tower:
2:30 am:
He slammed the desk with his fists, panting as read the headlines of the newspaper innocently sitting in front of him. Another one, another one! The death count in Jump was too high; something wasn't right!
"What the hell is going on?" He muttered under his breath, one hand fisted in his hair. Another body had been found, the chest opened as if the person was having autopsy performed on them, except this person had been alive during the autopsy. He found out from the coroner that the female was indeed alive during the autopsy, and that itself was what killed her.
"This is the third one this week!" Police and private investigators suspected this was the work of an infamous serial killer, Coroner's Assistant, that had been killing too many people in the same pattern, an autopsy before their death. There was no connection between the victims, which angered Robin to no end.
This couldn't go on!
What had him even more aggravated was the fact that Coroner's Assistant wasn't the only killer around. Another killer had deemed Jump City as his "hometown" and started killing random people here as well, only all of their arms and legs were sliced off before a stab wound to the heart killed them.
'That's 8 people in this week alone.', which was actually a low death count for this week. Last week it was 27.
"Why is the death count so high?" He whispered to himself, unable to figure out what was bringing all these murderers to Jump City. This was more likely to happen in Gotham, not here!
'And it doesn't help that there's no connection between the victims. We can't even protect them!'
The only good news this week was that one of the newfound serial killers had been caught, trialed, and given the death sentence. The only reason they caught him was because they had predicted the patterns of his victims, all going by the name "Irene."
It was odd, his capture. It was as if he wanted to be caught... or someone else wanted him caught, someone who knew who this killer was and wanted them arrested.
And he had a strange feeling it wasn't anyone part of the Police Department.
Namesake, the killer who was caught, was frantic when caught. The Police had come just in time, due to the fact that they had received a tip from an anonymous caller who had mentioned Namesake's location.
His mind traveled to Namesake's last words before he was caught.
"No! It's not me you want, it's her! She's mad because I made a pattern!"
'Who is her?' If the killings weren't bothering him enough, it was the "her' that was mentioned by Namesake when he was arrested. Of course, not even the most brutal torture had allowed him to speak. In fact, he couldn't even remember who it was...
Obviously the "pattern' he made was killing anyone by the name Irene, thus creating a connection between the victims and allowing him to be caught.
'So whoever she is... she's making sure there's no pattern in the killings of these new serial killers.'
That was the first hint they had gotten in what it seemed like to be years. Of course this was only going on for a few months, but in that time, the average death count of Jump City went from 10 a month, to 70 a month.
'Whoever is planning this ... she must be behind all the killings.'
How had she gotten hold of all the killers anyway? How had she gotten them to do her bidding? Money? Blackmail? Threats?
'She had to have started this "killing spree" of hers from three months ago.'
of course that didn't help much, but at least it was going somewhere.
He looked down at the peace of paper in front of him, several sets of crumpled paper balls surrounding it.
Clues:
1. Female in charge of the killings.
- Possibly telling the killers who to kill.
- Is the possible anonymous source who revealed Namesake's location before his 9th killing.
- Came out three months ago.
- Is Unpredictable. Wants no pattern in her choice of victims.
He scribbled some more nonsense, knowing that this wasn't helping. So out of the thousands of females who lived in Jump, one of them had to have been the killing mastermind.
- Somehow is communicating with all the serial killers.
A phone call interrupted his thinking, and he quickly picked it up when seeing the caller.
"Robin here."
"Namesake's dead Robin."
His eyes widened. He hung up quickly, twirling the pen in his hand. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, he sighed, slamming his fist against the desk again.
'Namesake was our only clue...'
It was obvious as to who killed him, kind of. Robin knew that it was the Killing Mastermind who had done this. If she was the one who killed Namesake, why did she bother to report him dead in the first place? Why didn't she just kill him before sending him to the police?
'She probably wanted his identity to be revealed...'
- Kills off anyone who can reveal her identity.
This was becoming annoying and complicated to no end. He sighed, slumping his shoulders before rolling them back. With eyes staring at the wall filled with newspapers in front of him, his hand fiddled for the remote on his desk, expertly finding it and turning on the TV to listen to the news.
"Body Bunch has attacked again tonight, as police unfortunately found a group of children, all the age of 5, dead at the playground with their heads chopped off and lined up against the swings..." (1)
'Not again...' Body Bunch was a killer who loved killing people of all the same age who were gathered in groups, and then killed them by chopping their heads off and lining them against wherever they were.
His eyes widened. He picked up his phone and immediately called the Jump City Police Department, demanding to speak to the police commissioner.
"It's Robin. I have a feeling Body Bunch will be identified next... Why? He has a pattern in his killings."
- DOES NOT like patterns in her victims. If a killer under her control shows a pattern in his/her victims, she kills that killer by first revealing his/her identity, and then kills them in jail. (HUNCH)
It was a hunch, for this only happened once to Namesake, but he had a good feeling in his gut that this will happen to Body Bunch next.
"People are warned not to walk around in groups of people of your own age..."
Of course they're warned, but no one was safe in Jump City anymore, or the "New Gotham", as he had deemed it. Along, a couple, a trio, a agroup of how many people, it didn't matter who you hung out with anymore.
No one was safe, because everyone was a target.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
He sighed when the alarm rang through Titans' Tower, and he grew angry at the fact that whoever was attacking Jump City, (besides all the serial killers), had picked tonight to attack.
"Body Bunch has attacked again tonight, as police unfortunately found a group of children, all the age of 5, dead at a playground with their heads chopped off and lined up against the swings..."
'You have got to be kidding me!' He thought irritably, his anger directed at the killer who had done this. That was the 13th death this week alone, yes, he had been counting.
He may have been on the other side of the law, but he loathed murderers: people who deem themselves as worthy enough to take a life. Stealing another person's life was definitely crossing the line. A theif he may be, but an act of larceny against another human being was simply not his thing. He despised any killer, police or no. Even if it was for the "right reasons", taking another person's life was too much.
'I'm definitely not a civic virtue person.' A selfish being was what he was. He looked out for himself and himself alone. He couldn't find himself sacrificing for the "good of the community", especially when the community was wrong.
'I don't think I'll ever be able to understand how executioners do their job...' Murdering a person for the good of society as a whole?
Nope. Definitely not his forte.
His thoughts traveled to the Titans, how they sacrificed their lives and their times to put criminals behind bars. Chuckles was probably pulling his hair out at this point, (he had to remember to bring a camera the next time they met up), trying to figure out who was behind the death count that Jump City now suffered. At that moment, maybe he was interrogating the person who had found the 5 dead bodies. The Princess was probably depressed and crying and probably not at her best tonight. Perhaps now she was searching for the killer with anger blazing in her eyes, ready to tear apart the murderer with her own bare hands. The same with the Green Bean; he knew for a fact that the shape-shifting member of the Titans loved kids, and was probably in animal form, throwing up a storm trying to find the murderer. Tin Man was most likely investigating the crime scene, trying to find a hint to whoever had done this.
As for the Ice Queen...
To be honest he didn't know what to expect from her. Usually he'd think that she would also be investigating the crime scene, putting up her emotionless facade or inquiring about the clues.
But nowadays...
The last time they had met, (a week and four days to be exact), she had... seemed more casual around him. She hadn't directly attacked him, no instead she opted for talking.
Which... was odd.
Especially for her.
So tonight he didn't know what he would expect from her. Would she be her normal, cold self, or would she be different like she was 11 days ago?
Turning off the television, he smirked, standing up to stretch before leaving to change into his Red X costume.
So the murders happened tonight. Big deal. He may have hated it, but that was no reason to not take advantage of the situation. The Titans were restless and probably not on their best today.
Like he said, he was a selfish person at heart.
(1) - I have a weakness for children. You cannot possibly imagine how hard it was writing that sentence.
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Happy Birthday Xaleria!
Love,
Ivy