Hello there everyone! It's me again! Finally, its Summer Time! Meaning that you can expect more fics from me ^-^!
Anyway, this fic is one of two main projects I'll be working on this Summer. I've been dying to write a horror/murder themed fanfic for FF:WGH, and now I have ^-^!
Warning: This fic contains gorey moments and some disturbing scenes. If you don't like either of those, I highly suggest you press the back button. However, If you enjoy gore or can tollerate it, then by all means, read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own FF:WGH, or the song "Night Surgeon" which is what this song is based on.
The classroom was dead silent, save for two faint noises. The first was the well known sound of chalk hitting the black board, the soft clicking echoing throughout the room. The second sound, however, belonged to a student in the back of the class, mumbling something intangible to his classmate.
However, both noises ceased the moment a white bullet whizzed past the talking student, barely scraping his nose. The class turned to the back wall to see that the bullet was, in fact, not a bullet, but the piece of chalk that their professor had used only seconds ago. They then turned back to their professor, whose hand was stretched out as if he had thrown something and had a smirk on his face.
"Forgive me for interrupting your conversation Mr. Mathew, but the rest of the class can't hear my lesson with your chatting. Now, please remain quiet for the rest of the period."
"Ye…ye…yes Professor Reed."
"Excellent! Now, where was I? Ah yes, we were discussing…" However, the professor could not continue his sentence, as the bell let out a thunderous "RING", which was succeeded by the students rushing out of the room as fast as their legs could take them.
"Alright, we'll continue this tomorrow." Reed whispered to himself as he started putting his various papers and books into his briefcase, when he heard footsteps approaching his room.
"E…excuse me Professor Reed. I…I need some help with today's lesson." A squeaky voice nervously stated. The voice belonged to a petite girl with fire red hair wrapped up in a messy bun.
"Certainty Ms. Mary, I'll answer anything questions you have. What seems to be the problem?"
"Um…well, I'm not quite getting the function of the skin. I mean, I've read the text over and over, but I still don't get it."
"Well, the main function of the skin…" thus started the professor's lecture, which covered the skin along with other parts of the body. The girl, Mary, smiled with understanding as she absorbed what Professor Richards was explaining.
"I get it! Thank you so much professor! I'll see you tomorrow in class."
"Any time, I'm happy that you were able to get it. See you tomorrow." With that, the student left, leaving the brown and white haired man alone in his room. He quickly gathered his remaining papers and headed out the door into the high school campus, dodging the numerous students and teachers, with the occasional "hi" thrown in. He got to his car in a little more than five minutes. He placed his briefcase in the back seat and started the car.
It wasn't long into the drive home when Reed's cell phone started ringing. He grabbed it and placed the receiver to his ear. "Hello, Reed speaking."
"The boss wants ya in his office, Pronto!" the receiver replied with the gruff voice of a man with a heavy Italian accent. Reed gave out a long sigh and continued talking.
"Alright, when and where?"
"Behind your apartment, there's a black limo. The driver has specific instructions to only open the door to someone who gives a code."
"Of course he does, and what might this code be?" the professor asked, his words laced with irritation.
"I wuz gettin to that! The code is 922006*."
"Right, gotcha. See you in a minute." Reed stated. He quickly hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, sighing with irritation and sadness.
"What does he want now?"
"You know exactly what he wants, Reedy, and I can't wait for it." A voice from nowhere exclaimed, excitement in every word it spoke.
"Shut up!"
"Hey, I've been good all day. I had to use everything in me to restrain myself from killing that girl, Mary was it? She's so small; I would've been amazed to find anything at all."
"Leave my students alone! We have a deal, remember?"
"Aw, don't be such a fun sucker Reedy," the voice stated with a pouty tone, "I know the deal. By the way, were here." Reed quickly did a double take as he realized that the voice was right, he was right in front of his apartment. Reed quickly got out of his car and rushed to the back alley. He quickly discovered the limo and tapped on the driver side window. The window lowered to reveal a young man with short brown hair and a mustache.
"Code please." The man demanded in a calm, polite tone.
"922006."
"Correct, get in Mr. Richards." The man replied. Reed opened the back door and followed the man's instructions. Once he shut the door, the limo started and the professor faced a large man in a black dress shirt under a white jacket. The shirt's top buttons were undone, showing the man's hairy chest.
"Welcome Mr. Richards." The man said in the same voice that contacted Reed over the phone.
"Thanks, Antonio." Reed replied back to the hairy man called Antonio, little emotion in his voice.
"Sorry, but you know the rules," Antonio stated, grabbing a black blindfold from his jacket pocket, "Boss doesn't want you to know where he is."
"Whatever, just put the thing on." Reed said while taking off his black glasses. Antonio placed the blindfold around the professor's head and tied it at the back of his neck. Reed could now only see darkness and only heard the sounds of the limo's engine purring as they proceeded to the mystery location. The brown and white haired man knew that it was going to be awhile before the arrived, so he closed his covered eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Reed was jolted from his slumber by the sound of the limo's wheels screeching to a stop. He opened his eyes to discover that the black cloth still shrouded his eyes.
"Are we almost there?" the professor asked groggily, stretching his stiff limbs.
"Where here right now. So you don't need this anymore." Antonio stated as he removed the blindfold from Reed's head. Colors and light filled the professor's eyes as he blinked to adjust. Both men exited the car and headed to an elevator nearby. Antonio pressed in a sequence of numbers on the keypad next to the elevator. The doors opened with a "ding" as the two entered the tiny silver compartment and closed with the same tone.
The elevator raised up several floors until it halted with a thud. "Here's your stop. I can't go no further. See ya." The hairy man told Reed as he got on the metal that encased the floor. The elevator doors closed and the professor silently walked down the long hallway.
He continued walking until he came upon the final door in the hall, a large, metallic door with a small screen on the side. Reed placed his hand on the screen as it scanned his palm. The machine buzzed with acceptance as the doors slid open, revealing a large, navy blue room covered in computer monitors and the like. Right in the middle of all this was a large, beige colored desk. Behind the desk sat a man that gave off the presence that he was a king. His jet black hair was slicked back and he was dressed in grey Armani suit. Various papers and folders covered his desk and a large screen sat behind him.
"Ah, Reed, so good of you to show." The man stated in a heavy Latverian accent.
"Did I really have a choice, Victor?" Reed muttered back, his anger rising.
"No, not really," silence filled the room; "anyway, I have your newest assignment, so I'd like to speak with the other you, if you'd please."
"Of course you would, one sec." The professor sighed and lowered his head, causing his bangs to hide most of his face. It was only a millisecond until Reed's head shot back up, his expression changing drastically. The brown and white haired man now had a crazed look, his eyes begging for gore and blood lust. The scowl that was once on his mouth now held a sadistic grin, showing his pearly whites.
"Whataya want, boss?" The new Reed muttered, his speech slurred. Victor pressed a button on his desk and the large screen behind him lit up. It presented a man with short, sleek black hair and a stern expression.
"Namor Submariner. He recently purchased a set of lungs from us and his payment was due yesterday. I think you know the rest."
"Of course. My suit?"
"It's in the weapons room. Miss von Bardas will lead you there." As this was said, a young woman with long, blue hair wrapped in a ponytail stepped forward until she was right in front of the professor.
"Follow me, Mr. Richards."
"Gotcha toots."
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It was dark, night covered the city. A tall man walked down a long alleyway, briefcase in hand. He was barley noticing his surroundings, his mind occupied on other, more pressing matters.
Namor had no idea how he was going to get back in routine. The surgery had cost him weeks off work, but it was worth it. His old lungs were starting to collapse on themselves, leaving the raven-haired man with very few options. Luckily, he heard about the Doom Company and how they did quick organ transplant for a cheap price.
However, that wasn't on his mind at the moment. Namor was currently thinking about how he could regain all of those lost weeks in recovery until he heard footsteps. They were faint at first, but quickly grew louder.
"Who's there?" Namor shouted, trying to hide his rising panic. When nothing replied, the black-haired man continued walking until he saw a black blur run across the brick walls of the buildings in the distance and then retreat into the dark alley. Namor dismissed it as a trick of the mind and continued walking.
He didn't even see the black human-like figure approaching him, knife in hand.
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Reed quickly took off his helmet and tossed it aside, he preferred doing this part without the annoying thing over his head.
Next to his boot-covered feet lay the body of Namor Submariner. The corpse's neck and shoulders were quickly covered in crimson liquid, sapphire orbs wide with fear and mouth set in a screaming expression.
Reed glanced over his victim with a wide grin on his face; he was tingling with excitement as to what he was going to do next. The brown and white haired man grabbed the scalpel on his suit's belt. He then ripped off the jacket and shirt that the corpse was wearing and proceeded in cutting the abdominal area. Blood oozed out of the long cut as Reed retrieved the scissors from his belt and started making the cut wider, until the professor could see the contents inside.
There they were. The parts that allowed the body to function, heart, liver, pancreas, they were all there. Reed shivered with delight as he stared intently over each organ, reciting their function in his twisted mind. Oh how he wished he could take every single one of them back home with him, but the boss only wanted the lungs.
Reed took the scalpel and scissors and started working his way around the fleshly mess until he reached his destination. With little effort, the professor successfully removed the lungs from his victim and placed them in a plastic container.
"Hm," Reed scoffed, "they get easier and easier." With that, he placed his helmet back on and ran off into the night, leaving his bloody victim for whichever unfortunate soul found him.
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Reed woke with a start. He carefully looked at his surroundings and concluded that he was back in his apartment.
"Did Victor get the lungs?"
"Relax! He got them safe and sound."
"How did it go?"
"Great! You killed him with no trouble,"
"Correction: You killed him with no trouble."
"Same diff. The point is, the guy's dead, Boss got his lungs, and you're one step closer from paying off your debt. So, not that bad if you ask me."
"I didn't ask you though."
"Nag nag nag, that's all you ever do Reedy. You really need to get a hobby."
"How about you-"
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" that was the noise emitting from the alarm clock, which caused the professor to stop mid-thought. With a look of depression, Reed got out of bed and started getting dressed for the day.
"It all begins again. Oh joy." Reed thought aloud, sarcasm strong in the last sentence.
"Have fun Reedy, see ya tonight!" the inner voice exclaimed with a crazy laugh. Reed got his briefcase and exited out the door, beginning another day.
I don't know why, but it was really fun writing crazy Reed ^-^!
EDIT: I can't believe I forgot to put this here ^^'.
*= September 2, 2006, AKA the date Fantastic Four: World's Greatest Heroes first aired. My little tribute to the show ^-^!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chappie. And please R&R!
See ya~!
