Day 2 – CONFUSION
(FUSION)
Inside NYPD, main office; officer Aya Brea and her partner Daniel LayEasy are about discussing boring things with two other team members. One almost completely bald called Nix said, «Well if it isn't the 'daughter and father' team; how was the barbecue? »
Brea looked his way, «Seriously though, we're not that close, actually we get on each other's nerves a lot; moreover we don't have the same skin color so it's pretty dumb calling us that because it's not even logical. »
Nix seemed confused and replied, «…..Well, it's only a metaphor, you do understand that, don't you…? »
«I didn't ask for your input. », she turned to her partner «How's the Danish, Danis—uh I mean, Daniel? »
The black man turned her way, trying not to die from lack of oxygen as he struggled to masticate the ten pastries he'd shoved in his mouth. Aya stared then made a face before turning to her desk, pretending to be looking for something. The three other cops remained silent while listening to the awkward uncomfortable noises of the fourth, until there was a big sound as the food descended in his esophagus then he said, «I've been gathering some info on Melissa, went to her place, broke the door down and fumbled through her personal belongings. Made one hell of a mess but figured she's got no relatives…or any friends. Having read that diary you've stolen from her lounge, I can see why. Seriously though why in deliciously-edible Danish was she taking so much medication?! The people of the opera all said, well that one guy who actually managed to escape naked as his clothes had burn, mentioned that he was amazed she could even stand on stage.»
«If that amazed them they should have seen her float….. »
Daniel looked at her weird so she dismissed her reply with a whoosh of her hand, so Nix asked, «So what's this spoofasious comb-bust-eon stuff all about? »
Brea suddenly picked her keyboard and smashed it on her desk violently, the keys exploded in her face and then she yelled, «GODDAMN IT, why are you all so fucking retarded?! It's SPONTANOUS COMBUSTION and not some other thousand moronic complementary words you can come up with! » foam had built at the corner of her mouth as she breathed heavily, fists clenched.
Nix stared, «K. »
She brusquely grabbed her mug and drank its content then seemed to calm down, Daniel said, «How do you always manage to drink that awful coffee? It makes me wanna vomit every single time. »
«It's not coffee. Now listen, people were actually set on fire, get it? Do you need me to draw it for you? Do I have to sex Nix aflame for you to get the picture? »
Nix replied, «No, we're cool. »
Warner, who had remained quiet until now mostly because he was traumatized, asked, «Oh come on! Whut, like one of those PMS things? »
Brea stared at the red-haired moron, «I think what you mean is ESP….. »
Warner replied, «Well I'm not buyin' it. »
She half-rolled her eyes, «It's not for sale. »
Warner looked around while Nix said, «But if it's not spo-, if you're right, how are WE supposed to deal with something like that without burning our hair? »
Daniel glanced at him, «That'll be the least of your concern if you start burning. », he turned to her, «If you're going to take on a suspect like that you better ask Bake-Her for a better sidearm. »
«Don't worry about that, I've got the best partner right here in my coat pocket. It's able to kick all asses out there. »
«…you keep your firearm in your pocket…? », his face was weird.
She returned the expression, «What? Where do you keep yours…? »
«Well in my—never mind that, just go make your report to the boss. »
Brea stared at him then kept doing so as she walked towards Bake-Her's office. She then opened the door slightly, stepped in momentarily only to step back out with her eyes still locked unto her partner….then she finally got in closing the door. Daniel mumbled under his breath, «….shit, almost let it slip… », when his breath stuck as Brea spread the plastic curtains aside with two fingers, her eyes only visible through the crack. They stared, after seven seconds she disappeared for good. The black man relaxed his rear muscles, sighing, then realizing the two other men were still staring at him.
The fat man seated at his desk stared at the weird woman in wondering, for some seconds all he heard was his own troubled breathing as his organism tried to deal with all the excess of weight, then he eventually asked «…what are you doing…..? »
His subordinate turned around, «Just making sure nothing was coming out of his ass, sir. »
«…whose ass? Wait, never mind. », he scratched his big nose, «I read your report…still hard to believe….. »
«I know what I saw. »
«No I'm referring to all the grammatical errors and cursing in it, for Santa's sake officer Brea, would it kill you to be a bit more professional? »
«Oh because the morons who came as back up are pros perhaps? And the medic who left that poor guy to die on the sidewalk, not to mention the bloody remains of that itinerant scattered all over the road? Then Daniel murdered a reporter, that's professional?! »
He arched a brow, «Stop overacting. »
She brusquely aimed at the wall and fired, «THAT is overacting, and you haven't seen me when I'm really pissed off yet. »
Bake-Her lifted both hands, «My bad. By the way, are all the gory details in your report true? I mean, nothing was exaggerated? Else you might consider writing horror books because this seventy-seven pages of a report traumatized me. I had to turn the lights on to make sure nothing was about to tear my insides out violently, plus I'll never look at my own feces the same way….not that, I did stare at them that much to begin with. »
Aya stared. He coughed, « And about the entire little-girl-hallucinations, I'd advise you to lay off the bacon. »
«…..I'm afraid I don't understand. »
«Well eating too much fatty foods can make your mind go crazy, because when you miss it you go nuts; everything can happen then. Believe me….I know. That food store clerk will forever be disturbed… »
«…..I don't eat bacon sir. »
He wiped a tear, «Well all of it is hard to believe but we can't deny all those deaths. Since we're going to go all crazy on this case, literally, make sure you're well equipped. Go down to the weapons department and give this permit to Torres. He'll help you out. »
Chief handed the modification permit but she started to unload her pockets on his desk, the woman left him with tons of medicine and vests devoid of any stats, then left without even taking the permit.
When Aya came out of the bureau smelling like onion rings, she realized that a nice music was playing throughout the whole station. Nix had his back turned at her so she noticed that his white shirt seemed to contain many little holes for some reason, as if he got attacked by termites and didn't get paid enough to buy new clothes. She said out loud, «And that's professional I assume? »
The man turned to her and repeated the same sentence he'd said earlier. That made her sympathize with Jill Valentine because of a certain senile Barry Burton, then she pulled the door almost tearing it off its hinges. In the corridor there was this cop woman staring at the wall, Aya halted and glanced at the wall then at the woman, before leaving her to whatever she was doing. Entering the locker room she saw two cops, one was seated and seemed to be unable to button his coat because he'll be there for hours on end.
When he noticed her he mumbled, «You better bring your toothbrush with you. Can't be too careful…»
She looked at her left and saw the other man searching for something in his locker, when Brea got closer she heard him whisper, «Hehehe….at last, it's mine! » The woman might have asked if he was alright but the crazy stare in his eyes advised otherwise. Aya then just decided to violate her teammate's intimacy by breaking in their lockers and stealing stuff.
The blonde left one item there however, one name ''Cure-P'', which she thought stood for ''Cure-Penis''. Brea exited wondering why it was that every time she came back to take a piss, that guy would always be in the process of opening his damn locker; must be why his locker door kept making that horrible rusty sound. «It's like I'm the only one actually doing my job in this place. »
She walked towards the staring woman, eyed her for a second then poked her in the ribs... then elbow-cracked her skull open. Still Cathy did not respond, perhaps she was reminiscing about the tasks she actually needed to perform today. Brea turned around to descend the stairs and that's when the other came back from Fucked-Up Land, asking «Did you hit your head last night? The magic tea room is right downstairs. »
Aya frowned, «…The fuck? »
«They have lots of cookies. And guns. »
«…..I didn't hit my head, yet, but maybe I can give you a forehead bash with mine in order to bring you back into reality… »
«Always so aggressive; you definitely need therapy. »
«Apply your own advice. » Brea turned around and went downstairs, when she entered the room she opened the boxes lying around. Obtaining a Tool the blonde turned to the young man behind the counter, «Hey Wayne look at that, I just found your brother. »
He laid both palms flat on the desk, smiling «Nice one. Soooo, extra-good-lookin'-tough-ladeh…», then he changed his voice, «What are you buyin'? » He received the Tool in the face, «OW! »
«You know that merchant voice creeps me out. Is Torres stuck in the bathroom again? I told him to stop taking dairy since he must be lactose intolerant. The extra loud cramps he gets aren't normal, especially that Apocalyptical odor…. »
Wayne whipped blood from his lower lip, «More like intolerant, period. So what will it be…. Shotgun? Rocket Launcher, Mine Thrower, Flamethrower, Double-barrel Bazooka; the Nemesis himself? »
Suddenly Torres comes out running out of the bathroom screaming Wayne's name, making the young man shit his own pants; as the musical sound of a toilet flushing is heard in the background, Torres stops near them bearing an angry expression. «Idiots like you are the reason why guns and donuts won't disappear from this country! Get your firm young ass back to weapons storage! You're far from being ready to be handling guns in here, let alone acting so smug while flirting with officer Brioche who's really hot! »
The brunette's cheeks flushed red, «Sheesh—I mean fuck alright…! » he walked to the only means of exit; a sole plank of wood protecting all the important tools and gun parts from trigger-happy individuals like Wayne. Super flawless and unconquerable security system. Torres took his sweet time into walking through that, next he brought the wooden counter back down just as slowly, then revolved around himself like moronic NPCs does. «Yeah? »
«Actually I don't need anything. »
«…But I heard about the unnatural crook you have to deal with. Hold on…», he bent and fumbled through a lot of objects, one made a squeaky sound, then he straightened handing her something, «Here, this is the most powerful weapon I can allow you to have. »
«…..This is a crowbar. »
«Yeah I know. With this you'll be a Super Cop! »
«Got nothing against crowbars but even my Club5 has better stats than this. »
Something sad shun in Torres' eye, «K. », and he put it away.
«Anyway each slots are full on both my kick ass gun and supernatural vest; but if I give you all the useless mod permits and trading card I've stashed, adding to that the Super Tool Kit Wayne gave me in his prior existence in Ex Round 2; would you be kind enough not to be such an ass and provide me with more slots? »
«…. No. »
«But I thought you were in charge of this department because you have skills? »
« There are some limits to even what I can do. I'm not Dumbledore. Or Lara Croft. Or-»
«I'll remember that refusal to help an officer in need. »
She turned to leave when Wayne gestured her, «Psst, don't tell Torres but his farts really stinks. »
Torres frowned, «I fucking heard that. »
Wayne turned his back at him as if that would help, although not lowering his voice, then continued, «You can rearrange equipment parameters added effects to tweak your equipment. You can even add some natural flavor to them like black cherry. Just don't tweak anyone's nipples though, heard some dumb ass wanted a certain Pointman to do that to another certain telepathic master psychopath thirsty for blood….must not have ended well. Anyway trust me; you can never have too much firepower….especially when you're being hunted down by a large-smiled genetically enhanced power-engineered killing machine solely programmed to decapitate you and armed with tentacles plus a bazooka. »
Brea sized him up, «….OK? »
«Been playing a certain game too much. Now, why don't you leave the stuff you don't need with me?»
«Already unloaded all my junk onto Bake-Her's desk. »
«…I'm sure he liked that. Oh by the way, if you come across any real junk you bring 'em to me alright? I'm building a giant gun and need spare parts to melt…..»
«Already did, how do you suppose I got this gun I tweaked so much? », and she left.
«…..uh, wha-? »
The woman then visited the dog's pen, «Well hello doggies, looking forward to your mutation! »
The officer on duty eyed her suspiciously, «…Drank too much coffee today? »
Brea stared as the dogs kept turning around awkwardly, «Did you forget to feed them or something? »
«Wish I could give her a nice Christmas dinner…. »
«Who, your wife? »
«No, we did that last night; dressed in leather, whip and everything. NO I meant Sheeva, wish you could have brought some crispy meat back for her. That's not too much to ask is it?! You're heartless. »
«I know; I'm me. But you really think those dogs can't jump over that ridiculously-low fence? You better feed them because once they do they'll eat your fresh meat. », she left him like that as she glanced fearfully over the canines.
«…you're never going to hurt me, are you Sheeva? »
The dog stared then barked. The answer was unclear.
Brea went back to the first floor, glancing left she saw a little boy who seemed to be looking for ghosts or something as he stayed put while glancing around. Aya approached him carefully with a hand on her club, we never know with kids…. «…Are you retarded? »
The boy stared up at her, «…..ahh…. »
Then Daniel's voice came rumbling through the corridor, «Ben!? »
«Daddee, the lady is mean. »
Brea looked at her partner, highly horrified, «….Oh no... you reproduced. My condolences. Hold on, he's not even black…. »
Daniel frowned at her then bent a knee to his son, looking quite perplexed, «Holy shi—I mean, you grew up so fast! But why are you wearing shorts in winter!? Plus what are you doing here? »
Ben reached in his back pocket, «Here... » handing his father a piece of moldy bread with already-licked candies stuck to it.
Daniel straightened now angry, «Damn it I told you to stop doing that, it's gross! »
His kid got mad too, «…..FINE! » and left running, but with his short legs it took the boy a while before he reached the front doors; so during that time both adults stared as the little kid tried his best to leave as soon as possible to augment the drama.
Daniel moped, which made him even uglier than he already was, «Guess every kid needs their mother…. »
«That's not true! I was raised by my father too, after he killed my mother. I'll always be grateful to him…. wait. Let me rephrase that, 'that's half true'. »
«Um….well, HIS mother's still alive…..! », his fists were shaking.
«….That sounded really homicidal, Daniel….. »
She watched as her partner left, and then she suddenly wondered…why in the fuck he wore such a shitty looking tuxedo, plus it just had to be brown of course. So many things reminded her of that blasted trip in the sewers. Having zoned out Aya later realized that Cathy was standing near the door once more, now staring at the floor absentmindedly. Brea ran to her and backhand slapped the woman, «Get a grip! »
The officer was terrified and said with a trembling voice, «Daniel divorced his wife last year!»
«…...So what? »
«This was before you were assigned here. He kept saying ev-»
Brea turned towards the office door saying «I'm sorry I think you mistook me for someone who gives a shit. » and disappeared.
When the blonde entered the office she noticed that no one had moved ever since she had left, «…..You're all still just standing there, what are you doing?! »
Nobody heard that, it's as if she was stuck in another dimension. Bit worried, she went to see Bake-Her but regretted it immediately when the draft of food mixed with an abnormal amount of CO2 assaulted her nose.
«Ah I see Cathy delivered my message. »
Brea remained mute.
«We're having a press conference now, and I-»
«No we're not we're in your bureau talking. »
«…..and I want you there too. You'll be on national television as the sole survivor of that dreadful, sickening and brutal incident. »
«It really wasn't that bad. »
«I'd really like to avoid this sort of unorthodox view of yours, so you'll only answer when I ask you. The media is just looking for anything to grill us about. »
«''Grill'', sir? »
«Geez Brea I didn't mean it like that, you and your sick mind. Those buffoons may even turn you into a suspect because they're hungry jackals who have nothing better to do than spew lies, and because we all know it turns them on! Just when that time they said I'd been caught shop lifting tons of meat, those fuckin'-! », his porky face turned red, then he inhaled deeply, «So you let me do the talking. Understood? »
«Don't really have a goddamn choice, do I. »
«No you don't. »
«It was a rhetoric question. »
«…Stop doing that thing which proves you're smarter than I am. Now let's go meet the press.»
«Yes let's pretend nothing happened, like fucking usual. »
A reporter asks, «So you are saying this could be the work of terrorists? Are you sure it's not some alien species trying to communicate? I'll admit that was kinda harsh but-»
Bake-Her bent over the podium, grabbing the microphone as if he was about sucking on a metal dick; that made some people snicker, others scowled.
«Terrorists are the ones who always wrong this beautiful city, so yes that is what I, um…», he looked down on his sheet for the proper words, «What we currently speculate. »
Another reporter counter attacked, «What about accounts of officers and firemen at the scene bursting into flames? That was more than some pretty fireworks. »
Aya started to say «Pretty is not a strong enough word-» when she was cut short by her boss, «That was due to a rare flammable chemical which was used to start the fire. And not some voodoo stuff, I know what I'm talking about. Obviously. »
The reporter raised his voice, «Then how did Detective Bra survive without so much as a minor burn? »
The woman glared, «It's 'Brea'! »
«That is a result of her quick thinking and training as an expert killer—as an officer! »
The reporter complained, «I'm asking HER the question, fatty! »
Bake-Her's face turned red with anger but Brea tossed him aside brutally so much the captain stumbled off the podium breaking his ankle, «Enough of this shit! That powerful mutated being savagely killed everyone and was clearly enjoying it, then she said that my mitochondria were a mutation; after that we battled with our parasite powers while some cool tune played. »
The woman was assaulted by camera flashes plus someone threw her a 100 dollar bill, «There, tell me EVERYTHING! This is so gonna be a turn in my career. So, your….mito-what? Who said this? »
«The opera singer called Melissa who'd just turned into this Eve, an evolution of her former self but not quite human knowing the cell organelle inside the actress are the ones who took control. »
More flashes, «But according to a report, Melissa Piss was killed in a fire when she tried to make pop-corn via toaster fumes! »
«Aren't you morons listening?! She did die and got taken over by this Eve. »
Someone broke her pen in two from jubilation, «OMG it's like I said earlier, this Eve is some kind of alien! », more flashes as a guy suddenly creamed his pants.
Bake-Her got up and had clearly pissed himself judging by the wet spot at his feet, «People please! She is obviously very tired of drinking our bad coffee plus we're still investigating. »
«That's another convenient lie, I'm a super cop I don't need to eat or sleep. »
The captain glared, «This total fiasco ends here, exit this room and stop blinding me with your flashes! », ensued by more flashes as he slipped in his urine.
Now Aya, Bake-Her, Daniel and Nix were in the chief's office. The fat man moved to his chair and sat down which made a wet sound, «I thought I had been clear as to you having to remain docile and silent but you did not! »
«I know. I was there. By the way you should consider an underwear change; not because of your own comfort but since it's actually assaulting my nose. »
«That is NOT the point!», he hit his desk trying to ram the point home but only managed to break his pinky.
«Am I supposed to be intimidated, I haven't checked. »
«Damn it, telling the truth always brings more shit to us, you'll cause the stupid populace to panic! »
«Which is always fun because they're interesting to watch when they lose it like that. »
Captain was about ramming his other fist down when the phone rang, saving his remaining pinky from obliteration. He seemed to pick up the receiver but the pixel object inexplicably remained on the desk, «….What? No, for the hundredth time, this is not the Fabio Saucy Restaurant! Now if you call again I WILL have you arrested! », and rammed the receiver down, now managing to break his thumb.
Aya eyed him with disgust, «Probably should have done that the third time the idiot called. »
«I did NOT ask for your clearly more logical opinion, Brea! », on that the phone rang again, he picked up «WHAT!? ….. who? Well what does he want? Well put him on! You wanna meet? Look pal I don't do blind dates, especially not with Asian men. What? Oh…. k. », he hung up. «Some Japanese scientist dude, couldn't understand a word he said because he's one of those stereotyped Asian type. I did make out a mito-something, says he's coming over here. Hide the donuts.»
Daniel rubbed his belly, «Already took care of that this morning. »
Aya sighed, «So he's coming to investigate on the mitochondria, that's good news I won't be the only one knowing what the hell I'm talking about anymore. »
Nix looked at her, «You mean that thing in the cell that makes energy from oxygen? »
Brea glared at him, «Hey where did you learn that from? You never were the bright one… wait you've poked around my desk didn't you!? », she fisted his collar. «You better not have touched a certain book entitled 'Desperate Measures to Desperate Situations.' »
«Please don't hurt me, my hairline constantly recedes so have at least some mercy for that!»
Daniel ignored them, «Might have heard that from school….. if I had gone to one. »
Aya informed them, «Eve said that it's time for the mitochondria to be set free, that'll be one hell of a party that's for sure. No one would want to miss that. »
Nix interrupted, «I was taking a shit this morning. »
Everyone stared, until Aya finally released him only to pick up her handgun and put it under his jaw, «And? »
«Well I read that some researcher at the museum wrote a new theory on them. »
Daniel walked closer to Bake-Her for some reason as if this was important, «I'm taking this crazy woman to the museum. »
The Chief sized him but still responded, «OK, investigate. »
Daniel frowned, «What do you mean? »
Captain frowned, «…what do you mean? You're going to the museum to investigate, no?»
«Ah, ehh, yeah, yeah of course. Totally weren't just going there for the museum itself, absolutely not slacking on the job. », he left the office. Aya eventually let go of her target and did the same.
Nix stared as she exited, «...I'd so let her fuck me. »
Daniel was about crossing the main hall door, «I'll bring the car around, meet me at the front. »
«Why don't you ever let me drive? »
«Because you always kill pedestrians on the sidewalk. »
«So do you! »
«Yeah but I'm a man so people forgives me for it, makes me look manly. »
«Then I got a better idea, how about you stay here and I go alone. », she brusquely opened the door which slammed in the man's face breaking his nose, and off she was. Not like he ever provided backup and not like she ever needed reinforcements anyway. On her way out she meet that officer who's always typing something on that computer, he never greets anyone nor moves away. Aya suspected that he faked filling files while writing stories but still getting paid as a cop. Not like it was a crime, at least he didn't bother her.
Brea exited into the parking lot and ran to the car, sat on the driver's seat and ignited the engine, but when she started driving she was magically moved onto the passenger's side. «Hey! Wha-»
Daniel had popped up at the wheel, «Special security device; makes sure I'm the only one who can drive this car. »
«Doesn't even make sense! »
«I know, doesn't have to since I'm male. »
«Ah shut up and drive. At least now I can eat this delicious pizza I brought along. », she removed a large piece from her jacket pocket and shoved it inside her mouth.
«Not even going to share? »
«Drivers don't eat. »
A tear gathered at the corner of his eye but he changed subject, «Heard this Dr. Cramp is pretty anti-social and doesn't like to waste time outside research. Not my kinda guy. »
«My kind of guy, drive. »
«Look, just don't do what you did at the press conference. »
«Your problem not mine, I'm not the one who's sucking on the chief's genitals. »
They hit a pedestrian as Daniel jerked the wheel, «I DON'T SUCK HIS-, fuck sake, almost killed two civilians because of the gross mental image you gave me. »
«You did kill two, you just didn't feel the body as it collided with my side of the car. I on the other hand clearly saw his face then; those times I wish I brought my camera along. »
After that they remained silent for the rest of the ride, which was about seven seconds before the car stopped in front of the museum. Aya got out and noticed a Chocobo was on the front banner, she then wondered if their eggs would make nice omelets. They went up the 777 stairs leading to the entrance, Daniel slipped a few times and had to restart; then they were greeted by one decrepit old man. Brea offered him ten dollars which granted her with a scowl, she then frowned and removed the bill, «Fine then if you'd rather be impolite and starve to death today in this cold. »
The black man was more used to these goddamn annoying social rituals so he said, «We're NYPD, here to see Dr. Cramp. »
«Yeh he's in his office, did he do something again? »
«No, just need to see him. Wait, what, 'again'? What did he do? »
The security guard ignored that and unlocked the door thus allowed them entry despite the chilly woman. What was suspicious about him though is that he seemed to drag around some sort of stick ending with a tennis ball, or a lemon, for some reason. Daniel rushed inside because he had been freezing cold, since similar to his son, he thinks it's a good idea to just go out without proper garments. He then looked the place over, «It's been a while since- »
Brea walked past him, «I care. Let's get to work. », she had noticed the other banner indicating the dinosaur exhibit and couldn't wait to see them, right after she'd dump Daniel somewhere.
«Place is pretty creepy without any people…. »
Aya, «Hard to believe you made it into the force…. »
The security guard motioned, «You'll find him in the research lab on-»
«It's fine I already know the way. Played this game before. »
The guard shoots her a questioning expression which she dismissed once more; he then unlocked the gate leading to the 2nd floor making an awful rusty sound before it broke off its hinges, falling unto the guard's toes. None of the officers thought to provide assistance, Daniel went upstairs while Aya eyed the notebook resting on the front desk. She picked up a ball pen and scribbled ''This place needs some maintenance and a new security guard, this one might just die on duty of old age; then he'll truly be part of this museum.'', before running up the stairs. Damn it she really wanted to explore this place but would have to settle to visit one room only.
Daniel motioned to her towards a door, «Hey it's open, let's check it out. »
She sighed once it revealed being a closet holding cleaning tools, before walking towards the actual lab. That's when they met Dr. Cramp who would type at his computer for years while dismissing their presence. Since Aya hadn't come here to be ignored in such a fashion that made her want to bash the scientist's head right through the screen, she gave him a mild push on the shoulder which toppled his chair consequently making his cranium collide with a microscope.
«Let's cut to the chase, I'm not very social either so tell me what the hell is up with me and my mitochondria then these two cops will be on their way to eat ShitDonalds. Oh and did I mention we're cops? Yeah, so hurry up with the explanations. »
The scientist straightened himself, «Well that's not an introduction you hear every day. », he replaced the greasy fur atop his head that was supposed to mimic hair, «So, what are you accusing me of? »
«I can tell this isn't your first time, but-. », Brea stopped when the scientist nearly broke his own neck by suddenly intensely focusing his attention on her. He stared and she gradually arched one brow, «….what's your problem? » then white screen, «Shit not AGAI- »
A man in white lab coat stands over a little blonde girl who lay on an hospital stretcher, she thought, ….this white coat, the greasy hair, this long pointy nose….. the same shoes and gray pants, watch on same wrist and everything perfectly identical….. I know him… I think.
White screen recedes, Aya's grabbing her face, «Goddamn my eyes! »
Daniel looked at her, «Want some coffee? Peppermints? », he got out from his mouth offering it to her.
Cramp's eyes were bleeding when he finally decided to grab a tissue and blink the crap away, «Hmpf, looks like my flashbacks still needs work. That was abnormally too bright for the retinas. », he tossed the stained Kleenex over his shoulder, making it land on Daniel's shitty clothing. «So, why are you interested in MY work? »
Aya, «I told you already. »
«Yes but I attributed your words to some article you might have read rather than your own mental abilities. »
«That woman I met mentioned that the mitochondria would be set FREE, she really put emphasis on that word, saliva propelling forward and all. »
Daniel continued, «The suspect ignited people without laying a finger on them. Then it transformed into some kind of creature and ran off. »
Aya eyed her partner, «How do you know about that…? »
Cramp turned his chair to finally face them, «Hahaha! You have absolutely NO idea what the true mitochondria is like…. DO YOU!? », they both received spit in their faces, «The mitochondria possesses its own unique genetic code. »
«You're saying it's a separate organism. »
He stared at her, «Hmm, not as dumb as you look for a blonde. »
«Pulease, dumbass. Spare me the stereotype views and spit all the goodies out, figuratively speaking. »
Daniel crossed arms over his belly, well at lest he tried, «So it's a parasite. »
Cramp, «PARASITE!? You have a death wish or something? That is a most stupid and grotesque way of describing this most fascinating creature that is very soon to rule over humankind! We cannot LIVE without the mitochondria…! Do you understand…!? The mitochondria creates energy for us! Without it, we're NOTHING! WE are HERE because the mitochondria ALLOWS us to be here… »
Aya picked up her buffed Club5, «Okay calm down a tad else I might be obligated to hit you over the head, tie you up to a chair and then throw you through a window. »
«Our brain, for example…the brain functions due to the interaction between axons and dendrites. This interaction is possible due to the energy the mitochondria provides. Did you know the mitochondria is capable of discharging 200,000 V of electricity? This not only pertains to electrical discharge, but also applies to heat energy as well. »
The woman snapped her fingers, «Bingo. Easy, even Daniel can understand that. », she looked his way, he appeared vacant, «Nevermind, that, err him. So that explains how she did it. »
«…..for a human to burn and melt, 1600 degrees of heat must be generated. There are several hundred mitochondria present within a single cell…if all the mitochondria in the body began functioning at the same time….a tremendous amount of energy would be generated and released. Melting a human into a puddle of fluid would b a simple task with so much energy… »
«Well you sure say the M word a lot, is it some kind of fetish? Don't answer that. Anyway, I want that power. »
Daniel snapped back into reality, «Big deal, so basically we're usin' 'em for energy…. right…?
«Haha… you have NO idea. », the scientist got hit over the head by a Club5, «The mitochondria has control over an organism's growth. Take this hand, for example. Before we're born, the hand is merely a glob of flesh. »
Brea side-glanced to someone, «Some barely evolves beyond that…. »
«But when cells between the fingers deteriorate, that's when the fingers first form. When the cells which make up the body aren't needed anymore, it receives a signal to die. This signal is initiated by the mitochondria. When it is relayed, the genetic information in the nucleus is cut off and in essence, dies. The same can be said for ''aging''. The mitochondria mutates 10 times faster than cells. Of course, this also applies to mutant forms of mitochondria as well. When too many mutant mitochondria multiply, energy production level decreases….the decrease in energy production is associated with the ''aging'' process. So? Are you still stupid enough to say that WE are the higher species? », a second lump grew on his head after a certain solid object whacked him again.
Daniel wiped his mouth, «…can't believe I just stood here while this loooonnngggg explanation was given. Still, not sure I get it. But you're NOT saying that the mit-o sumthin' is doing all this CONSCIOUSLY!? », he too got hit twice.
Aya rolled her eyes, «Men and their overacting…. Do go on Doctor, after all this interesting scientific stuff is the only reasons I haven't shoved you out a window yet despite my earlier warnings. »
«When I said that the mitochondria could mutate 10 times faster than normal cells, I also meant that they could evolve at a rate 10 times faster….since the beginning of creation, the mitochondria has been evolving at this rate. It's no surprise if they possess a power beyond our cognition. No surprise at all… »
Brea suddenly hit him over the head for sheer fun, «Bet that was though. »
«Let me tell you something. »
She pulled a chair closer to them and got her handcuffs out, «Yes? »
«There was a scientist who tried to determine the mutation of the mitochondria. »
«Was it you? »
«With-, what, no. »
«But the man in the white vision was you, though. »
«Just—listen, with this, the scientist wanted to establish a connection with human ancestry. In 1987, it was announced that the root of all humans can be traced to a single woman in Africa. »
Daniel, «DAMN! Lady must be really old by now…. »
«….yes, yes you dumb macaque….. This finding was announced around the world. And with this, the mitochondrial theory spread like wildfire…. »
Brea grinned, «She'd applaud your choice of words. »
«You know what they call the root of it all… ? ''Mitochondria Eve''. Splendid name….. just incredible…!», he looked like he could come right then.
The blonde took a step back, «Alright, just don't ejaculate in your pants, I don't wanna see that. By the way, that suspect we mentioned, she called herself just that. Now, once again, don't come in your pants. I warn you I will use this solid police baton, chair and cuffs. »
«…!? WHAT!? », the man did come thus Aya strapped him to the chair and shoved his ass out the window at amazingly inhuman speed.
Daniel blinked at her in stupor, «HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS-» and his head got bashed over the desk so a pipette stuck in his eyes, then was also shoved out of the museum but through an unbroken window.
«…men….», she walked to the car, opened the door and glanced around suspiciously at the wheel, then sat behind it, inserted the keys and…. got shoved to the passenger's seat once more.
«Nuh uh Hey-Ya. »
«FUCK SAKE I'M GONNA KILL YOU! »
«Nahh, you know what our holding cells look like; you don't want to commit murder. », he drove off.
«It wouldn't be a homicide, accidents happen all the time in NYPD. », she noticed a helicopter that was wasting fuel up there. She could of course go about ''that man, I've seen him before, but I can't remember where'', bullshit considering she keeps getting flashbacks. Instead they focused on what came out of the police radio, someone was blabbering something about something. Daniel figured it out since he speaks cop white-noise-over-radio language, and rammed his feet down at the pedal thus killing several cats plus more civilians; severing heads and limbs alike, even babies.
Back to the station, Aya saw Cathy who was still loitering around the corridor; it's as if she was paid to be useless. Brea had barely crossed the main door that the other woman started chatting «The whole place is going nuts, I saw Nix and the others throw peanuts at the walls for some reason. Wonder what's happened… maybe Daniel ate all the donuts again. »
Brea saw Daniel standing near the meeting room so she sped his way, not that she cared to meet him but she had to escape this woman's gossip. Apparently there was some meeting, a reunion merely involving three officers, excluding the chief. The captain's mouth began to open and close, that's all Brea could see since she didn't want to look at his face; for her Bake-Her was always a yapping mouth.
«Miss Piss' solo concert was scheduled for today. For obvious reasons, she will not attend. »
The woman swiftly reloaded her pistol, «You're right, she won't since technically she has ceased to exist the moment Eve took over. Badass Eve, though, will attend the concert. »
«People are still gathering at the stage because they're idiots. If we can prevent it, we must NOT let another massacre happen again. In case I did not scream enough, we must NOT let it. IF, once more, we can prevent it; I mean, better you guys than me. », he then turned towards the black board where he had scribbled some indescribable shit. «The concert is at the Non-Central Park amphitheater. »
Daniel now looked dead white, which is absolutely not a good thing, «Non-Central park!? I always wanted to go there! »
Brea stared, «Shit D., you could have gone anytime…. »
«And I suppose I also do care a bit for my ex-wife and son that were going to that concert, both person that I let down because who cares about a crappy opera concert. Saying the word 'concert' more than once makes me feel, I dunno…. weird. », then he flailed his arms around like a degenerate before running off.
Aya sighed, «Fine, I'll go to save his ass, and everyone else's since it's what I do and only me can do it. »
Bake-Her picked a Mod Permit from in between his double-chin but she disregarded it, «No way I'm touching that, plus I don't need it. », and left.
The remaining officer stared at the chief, his pride once again bruised. However Brea did go to the weapons storage room to empty her inventory from medicine she doesn't currently need, since all monsters are way too weak for her giving her bad ass rifle and upgraded stats. She caught on a conversation between Torres and Wayne, who were getting along quite well for a change.
The young man raised his voice, «When are you gonna let ME tune up the guns….? I didn't ask to be assigned here to watch over the warehouse and its damp spots all day, ya know….» He furiously kicked a dead mouse away.
«As long as you see guns as toys to be admired and licked, you'll never touch them! Let alone touch yourself while touching them! »
«I touch 'em all the time you just don't notice! Besides, I KNOW I can make a stronger gun than you! Just, because! »
«Guns aren't supposed to be stronger, you numbskull! »
«…..what the hell does that even mean, is that some old-geezer mean name calling, like wtf is it? »
«Get outta here, go play with some Lego or something. »
«Fine! », and he went to unblock the toilet that Torres had clogged yet again just this morning.
Brea walked in, «Fuck sake, make out already, you're like an old couple. »
Wayne's voice came from the cubicle-of-poop, «Man, I could do it SO much better…! I can turn that gun into a CANNON, easy! »
Torres scowled, «Sure, right now it would be great if you'd shut up; makes me aware of your presence. »
Wayne popped his head from the adjacent door and addressed the woman, «Ya wanna leave something here? »
Brea didn't even look at him, «No, no need to shit, thanks. »
«Wha—that's not what-»
She approached Torres and peeked through the small box that was on the counter. It contained ammo but she left it there knowing her own two ammo crates were bursting full.
The older guy used a tissue to wipe some grease off his fingers, or at least she hoped that's what it was, «Sorry, didn't mean to make a scene. »
«Why don't you two get a room and evacuate all that tension, huh? Not like I'd want to see that but perhaps that'd get rid of your problems. »
«But that goes for you too, you can never be too careful with-»
She turned around, «OK done here. » and left. She'd tuned up her gun a lot more if only the game stopped telling her all of her slots are full, so unfair.
Aya went back to the main hall and out the parking lot where Daniel was already seated ready. She sighed and sat down which triggered a cool cut scene where they almost died due to her partner's maddening way of driving plus black ice on the asphalt. Never a good mix.
Daniel shoved a cassette in the player, «What the hell does Melissa want from us?! », shitty hip-hop music started playing as he cranked up the volume.
«First, chill out. », she pressed eject, «And second, she wants to barbecue us alive and relish in the smell, I thought that was fairly obvious. Mindless individuals gathering at one location, perfect opportunity. »
«And she got my boy involved! »
«Look on the bright side; your ears won't end up bleeding tonight and you won't burn. Not tonight anyway. And you might actually get rid of your ex. »
«Maybe. Let's stop at a donut shop though; we've always got time for that. »
Some camera dizzily moved around a map they did not see and then they magically arrived at the Park's entrance. Daniel got out and tripped in the snow, then his left arm caught fire once he tried to step through the entrance gate.
Brea thought that was an opportunity missed.
Now his tuxedo looked even shittier since one sleeve was missing, «I don't care if I burn….. »
«That's one thing we agree on. », she then thought that he'd care once he'd start burning because then that would really hurt. Well Aya couldn't bear to hear him scream his son's name so she knocked him out cold before entering the park, found an abandoned police car and a Cure-Piss in the trunk.
The place was filled with poisonous snakes, weird polar-bear-creatures, crows and monkeys throwing oversized brown bananas…. she also found boxes laying around but all contained nothing but detritus, like an SP vest for Super Powerless, plus a crispy corpse. This is indicative that Eve was around or this person simply burned himself/herself. Who knows, people are weird and Aya gave up trying to understand them long ago. Anyway, goddamn monsters couldn't do a thing against the woman and her bad ass rifle of Immediate-Hell-Sending.
The one woman army blasted a double door to pieces and gained access to some forest habitat indoor. Certain pedestals gave information on what kind of animals you could find behind the glass, ''Look for the brown monkey, one of our many playful rainforest friends!'' Brea reloaded 77 bullets into her gun, «Between them and me, they're friendly alright. » Plus this one, ''There are many types of rainforest snakes. Some are poisonous, but most are not.'' Well they tend to be when they leap at your face and bite your eyes, and if you do get poisoned then that means you will die.
The last went, ''The giant worms of South America are very important to the rainforests' ecosystem.'' Brea would realize later how big they'd grown…. plus since all of those animals are now out, that means some stupid employee failed at their job in one way or other. But said employee experienced spontaneous combustion so that's one problem solved.
Aya exited only to be ambushed again, five enemies, one bullet; bad ass. She also slipped on ice but nothing was around to witness that so she still looked like a hard ass.
«Nice Park. It's so peaceful here. », she filled her lungs with the fresh cold air while shooting once at three shit-like piles equipped with green tentacles. «So welcoming. Seriously though, the fuck was that…. »
Next she opened another gate thus letting more mutated animals out, and discovered another burned corpse which conveniently blocked a path. «Hello sir, taking a nap? Too bad I don't have the jurisdiction to just step around it. », that's when she located the amphitheater and ran to it. Eve was just hovering there on stage clearly not bothered by the harsh temperature, just like everyone else apparently.
The creature spoke to an invisible crowd it seems, «The holiday season brings headache, heartache and stomachache to us all…..not to mention emptying people's bank accounts.… but this Shit-Mas will be the most special of all. Especially because I will no longer be under the control of a host. That woman, you have no idea what I endured, the shitty drama show she watched; how much I starved because she wanted to please a certain boyfriend who can't get it in his empty skull that women too need to eat in order to live. Holy Nucleus, humans are pathetic…. »
Then the amphitheater's seats that had been empty so far magically filled with a crowd and so Brea watched them all turn into slime. That was pretty impressive, too, with the music coming out of nowhere and all. Eventually she tossed her snack aside and yelled at Eve from far back, «Look what you've done, it's really shitty for the ones who'll have to clean this up; you didn't think about that did you!? », so heartless.
Exiting, Aya caught sight of that little girl dressed in green hospital clothing, the girl ran towards the backstage door.
«….Why isn't anyone dressed accordingly, it's cold as Santa's family jewels! », she shook her head even though her own jacket was unzipped. «I really wonder where that music is coming from though. » Brea neared Evil-Santa on stage and aimed her gun, «I'd tell you to freeze, but….»
«Cold doesn't bother me. »
«Nice freakin' haircut, did a bomb exploded in your face? »
«Well since you're failing to notice; you're too late. », she then glided away, leaving Aya standing there.
«…..not again. Damn it, wish I could glide like that. Isn't there some way I can use my powers to do this? » She ran but only managed to slide a bit before falling on her face. Disappointed, Brea used her goddamn legs like the mere human she is and headed back to that corpse. Aya then pursued the little girl around in many small routes among trees, «Come on now, this is no place for a sockless girl however fucked up your hobbies are; I have a job to do so don't get in my way. »
The cop found located more boxes, «Who left those here? More importantly why didn't they fill them with something useful, like food for example? Goddamn people don't make sense.», she then stopped at a phone booth to save her progress.
...Now if I could do that in real life and reload my existence every time I made a mistake….
Popsicle Officer stubbornly ran across all the damn little routes instead of taking shortcuts in between the trees, thus she would have saved precious time and avoided her eyes to freeze open. She then had to fight an army of twenty crows that clearly wanted her exterminated but stood no chance of succeeding; Aya then crossed a long bridge before encountering more of those feces-looking monsters with leaves-like arms, «Fucking seriously, what are those!? », triple murder of Dinosaur droppings.
Then she met the biggest worm that was to be found that night. It was entertaining and would remember this battle for the rest of her life, if she survives all the way to Day 6. Next our cop ran towards Eve who was waiting for her with a carriage, the horse didn't seem to mind although I'm certain it could smell that something was awfully off about the floating woman.
«What's wrong with that horse, it just stands there straight as if a metal rod has been shoved through its anus, and moves its head up and down in spasm. »
As if Eve gave a shit, «Come my dear, let's go for a ride. Hahaha! »
«The last person to say that to me was a man, and when he also laughed like that I shot him in the face. With a Shotgun. », Brea stepped forward anyway and poked the animal, even whispered to it ''run for your life'' but it remained still. She then boarded the carriage, that's when the poor horse burst aflame; can't say she didn't warn it. It ran madly about the iced road, and somehow the wild fire didn't spread through the bridles all the way to the carriage.
Eve stared above at her, smiling and looking quite impressive. It was clear the party was just getting started. A nice opera freaky tune was triggered and Aya said, «Goddamn once this is over I'll have had enough of opera singing for three lifetimes. »
«I can't help it, moreover you should be thankful it's not rap or country music. »
«Doesn't justify burning that horse though, what did it do to you? »
«Oh don't look so disapproving, you were getting cold anyway; can't have this little fight if you're suffering from hypothermia. »
«Frozen eyes, nothing to do with me being astonished or anything. »
«Why though? Why be on the human's side? There is so much you could do if you gave that weakness away. The possibilities are almost endless and quite fun. », leveling her arm she pointed towards a passerby and he exploded into goo. Eve snickered.
«Why not? I'm a human. »
Eve's face darkened, «You most definitely are, only a human would answer in such a goddamn predictable boring way.», she ascended in the air before launching a ground-base attack on the carriage, apparently it was supposed to hurt the cop despite not destroying the carriage. With Aya's bad ass vest VOID, it did zero damage, so Eve descended and slapped her in the face instead.
The human snapped her broken neck in place before holding her bleeding face, «That's not fair your hands are abnormally large and clawed! »
Eve grinned before receiving bullets in the face. She spit some out while glaring, «It seems you still don't know who I am. For a cop you're remarkably thick, adding to that all the obvious flashbacks you had. Well if you don't know, your mitochondria will… they're evidently cleverer than you are, that's why you were drawn to the opera. »
«Now that at least explains it…. »
«Moreover…. »
Eve's large hand touched Aya's forehead and the cop backed away as much she could giving the available space, «Stop it! Now that's just not sports -like to try and poke my eyes out! »
«Relax, if I had wanted to pull them out I would have already. If we join forces, all the other mitochondria in the world will….», Eve poked her face only in wanting to touch it but her nail dug in the skin.
«S-stop….! »
«Woops, don't know my strength sometimes. Oh well, funny still. »
Then the horse who'd been burning savagely for the entire ride finally started to panic, its trajectory deviated before it fell, sending the carriage spinning forward on the iced road. Somehow, Aya managed not to puke from the speed and violence of it all, then it abruptly stopped as it collided with a bridge. Eye floated towards it and stared as the cop seemed to be unconscious, «Goddamn humans, so feeble. »
Still, Brea could be so mean, Eve had merely wanted to give her a hug.
But the officer was in the process of having another flashback, same hospital room, two empty stretchers, then one girl appeared on the left before Dr. Cramp appeared before her, and then the girl disappeared so another could appear on the stretcher on the right. Either it was the same girl and she liked to switch beds for some reason, or Aya has a twin sister; either way Brea still didn't understand. Duh.
During all this pleasurable time of making friends with freak animals in the Park and chasing ghosts, Daniel had been freezing his balls off near the entrance. «Brea! Answer me! », as if she could hear that. Then Ben came running out of nowhere, still only wearing shorts.
Daniel, «Oh, weren't you at the concert? Does this means your mother isn't dead…? », he appeared displeased.
«Well, she was all weird. »
That gave Daniel some hope, «So you mean she's dead? »
«Mom went to investigate but…. she freaked out…. maybe because her flesh started to burst open and melt. »
«Uh huh, tell me more. », Daniel lay a knee down in the snow, immediately regretting it.
«I got near the stage and started to puke, I must have eaten too much Beefaroni…. then I wanted to go home and eat more…but mom wasn't herself, she left and everyone else went too! »
Daniel smiled, «So she really is dead, that's a relief. »
«What do you mean dad? Don't you love mom anymore? »
«Of course I do…. I love her dead. »
His son shot him a questioning stare but it seemed his father was lost in some dark thought contemplation as his smile grew bigger.
Then Ben reached in his pocket and pushed something in his dad's mouth; that immediately snapped the man out of it. «DaFUK—Ben I told you to stop being gross! »
The boy laughed as he ran away with his father on his heels, though falling not long afterward; breaking his backside.
Left alone in the middle of an empty road, cursing and sobbing, ass all cold, thirsty plus needing to empty his bladder.
Back in NYPD chief's office, Bake-Her, Nix and that orange haired Warner are there.
The Chief managed not to break any of his fingers by mistake this time, «We can NOT put the lives of citizens in jeopardy any longer. It looks so bad on the reports and I'm still after that salary augmentation. We have orders to evacuate all citizens of Manhattan. Fortunately that means no more awkward interviews. »
Warner flipped something off his index, «People bursting in flames, Aya would say it's a very nice gift for Christmas. »
«Spare me her weird way of thinking. We'll remain here and assist, as much as I regret saying that. »
Daniel strolled in the bureau, a plank strapped to his back and a humid traces converging towards his groin, «Any word from Brea? »
«You mean you lost track of her again!? How in holy donut do you always manage that? Nevermind, get it together and help evacuate the dumb masses, think your low intellect can manage it? »
If Aya would have been there while they boringly blabbed on, she would have pointed out again how odd Nix's shirt seemed to be punctured here and there with small holes, as if rodents or small insects had gnawed at it. That or they're numerous coffee stains…..either way it tells us he can't afford new shirts, or he just likes to have numerous ventilation holes.
Daniel just turned heels saying he'd look for the nuisance. Nix looked at the captain, «Shouldn't we stop him, sir? I mean, running awkwardly like that is bound to break his legs and frankly it hurts my eyes. »
«He's lost his ex-wife, so he's found some energy now, might as well let him search for crazy-blonde while we remain safe here, eating pastries. »
Daniel went downstairs close to where the armory is, and that deranged Cathy was there with his son; because it was such a safe spot to keep a kid. Ben ran to his dad as Daniel did the same, so in his pace the father rammed his knee at the boy's face sending him on his ass. Cathy laughed weirdly.
«Ben I'm sorry. »
«It's ok dad, I'm used to it by now. »
«No I mean, I have to leave again, plus abandon you with this woman who's far from being mentally stable or useful. »
«Where did bad ass Bwea go? She went to play with that demon thing that killed mom and so many people? »
«Yeah, she's like that. »
«So COOL! When I grow up I wanna be like her! »
«You can't since you're not a white woman, besides—wait what, why don't you wanna be like your daddy? »
Ben smiled and ran past his father, eyes filled with stars, and entered the room where they keep the dogs. Daniel left, Cathy just remained in the corridor admiring the dirty floor tiles. Meanwhile the guy keeping eyes on the canines, whose name was apparently Cop, welcomed the boy. «Hello lil boy, you want to get closer to those expertly trained police dogs? Sure, let me open the fence. »
Before he could do that, the dog jumped over the very low fence and proceeded to lick the boy's face, spreading its fetid breath all over him. Cop lifted a hand, «Looks like Sheeva likes you. If she'd been Shiva, the Guardian Force from Final Fantasy VIII, then you'd be in serious fucking trouble, but this dog's no trouble at all, lucky you. »
Truth is Sheeva was only licking off the remaining of Beefaroni on the boy's face, not caring for the human one bit. Well since he likes dogs, he's absolutely going to love that one….
Then cut scene where civilians are trying to leave the city, bumping into other's cars, killing cops trying to control the traffic and additional trouble just like humans do. A poor, lonesome scarf was shown resting on cold ice, abandoned; that was a poignant scene indeed, it didn't deserve this.
In another portion of town three policemen are chatting with a civilian who's dragging around a huge backpack; the man is Asian and wanders around with his sleeves rolled up. Of course.
One of the policemen told him the roads are blocked and city got evacuated, «You won't even find a cat on this street! »
The foreigner thought this was a direct attack due to his nativity, a derogatory comment on how Asian people like to cook cats. However his English was so bad that he did not know how to reply to that, besides he lacked balls to defend himself in the first place. So he stood there muttering to himself, then cop started to speak German, as if this would help at all somehow. The two other officers stared at the Japanese man while this went on, increasing the awkwardness level of it all. Not to worry because suddenly the cop standing in between the two others just burst into flames, but the remaining two mainly sidestepped back and forth as if they were dancing while enjoying a nice bonfire. This allowed the Asian to run past them and the barriers.
Thank you Nature.
However he did look at them burning from afar, because he likes it, «Spontaneous human combustion. I believe that's correct…. », somehow his English was just fine, probably was faking earlier.
Meanwhile Aya is who knows where as she's having another goddamn flashback, this time of other areas of a hospital. Well from all the lack of improvement she's done so far then I believe we can call this very small step: progress. This process of showing the Hospital with incredibly unnecessary slow camera shots however, took all eternity and couldn't even be skipped so it infuriated the player….
Then she comes to, laid on a very soiled mattress in a murky place with some unknown dude who's staring at a white-screen TV. Also empty bottles and detritus are on the floor, as well as a container in the room with fire burning in it; I'm sure the fumes gathering indor is very healthy for their lungs and won't kill them at all. But to hell with it huh, similar to them being so lightly dressed versus cold temperatures.
She sat up so the Asian man whipped around saying «I'm not good with women. », proper introduction sentence and all.
Aya stared, «That's fine, I'm not good with humans. Who the hell are you, where are we and how did I end up in such a dump? »
«I'm a scientist from Japan, I found you laying unconscious outside, so I dragged you here. By your hair. So it might explain the pain in your scalp. »
Brea looked his very scrawny arms over, she had more muscles than him so she thinned her eyes, «Hard to believe you did. » She was scrutinizing him hard and Maeda was about to piss himself, when a door got torn off its hinges due to decrepitude and Daniel walked in. She eyed him instead, «So if you're also here, why did you leave me here? »
«There's no one out there but cops… it's a ghost town. Although unlike Silent Hill. »
«OK? Still didn't answer my question though. I like ghost towns, btw. »
«Pretty creepy if you ask me… »
Aya looked away again, «No I didn't ask yet again, and once more I wonder how you made it in the force. Did anyone see a floating woman anywhere? »
«I don't know, but the audience disappeared….. »
Brea looked at him, «That's a childish word Daniel, they didn't, some substance started to flow out of them and then they turned into one big mass of slime; was quite a show. »
Maeda pushed his glasses up his nose for the hundredth time in thirty seconds, «You mean they weren't ignited? Damn, did I really bring these marshmallows for nothing…? I missed the party in Japan and now it happens here. »
Brea motioned towards the flames, «I thought that's why you started a fire. »
«Maybe we'll need them once Eve gives birth to the ultimate being here since she failed in Japan. »
Daniel panicked again, «WTH IS GOIN' ON HERE?! »
Aya grabbed the nearby shelf and toppled it on him, «Shut up! », he split his head on the hot container on his way down. «See what happens when you keep overacting? You made me do it, besides none of you are safe with me anymore. I might turn into one supreme being myself which will make me realize even more how puny and stupid you all are; that in turn will not only make me want to kill you still, but I'll definitely do it since I'll be almighty. So you two leave right now. »
Maeda thought it was a great idea since she's a woman, so he grabbed a bag of food and was leaving when the blonde said, «No, leave the bag. », he didn't want to get ignited so he didn't argue and left...well, as soon as he was done making his way allll around the container towards the exit in that extremely slow pace of his. Brea popped the bag open and savored the fluffiness in her mouth absentmindedly, Daniel eventually crawled from under the shelf and left.
«When Eve poked my face, I felt blood...but then I also sensed Maya…. but she died in the car crash with mom…. she always ate chips while driving. So it can't be her….! », she had said all this out loud with her mouth full so everything sounded weird, plus on the last sentence bits of food flew out.
Author Note: I like scientific matters, and mixed with this game it was even greater, so I couldn't bear to change the script when Dr. Klamp explains stuff. I wanted to keep that part intact as much as possible. More jokes coming from Dr. Klamp though because I actually like his guts, so he's going to turn funnier.
