Dysfunctional: Organization 13 Edition
Chapter Four
Chilly Academic
A/N: so this is the Vexen chapter.. The mad scientist! lol jk


Vexen stood up over the counter. His test subjects kept dying. Something from his
little experiment was wrong. There must be some way to alter your genes. Every rabbit
he had tested – along with every frog squirrel and dog – had died. The calculations must
be off somewhere. He has been at this experiment for over a month now. It should be in
the working stage. Vexen sighed with aggravation. His palms grasped the edge of the
table. He shoved himself away with a little more force then intended so the glasses and
beakers accidentally clinked together.

Vexen began erasing parts of his math on the chalk board. A cloud of chalk dust lifted from
the board. He heard a noise from behind him. It sounded as if the metal door opened,
than shut just as quickly. Vexen peered over his shoulder to see an empty room awaiting
his curious eye. He continued to erase at the bored. He stepped back before feeling a shove
forward, forcing Vexen's chest collided with the chalk board. He instantly turned to investigate
the being who pushed him. Yet again, he was alone. Vexen felt a chill run up his spine
accompanied with goosebumps on his arms. If his hair wasn't gelled down, it might have just
stood up.

Vexen gathered his thoughts and feelings. He came to a rational thought: he must have
tripped himself. He picked up a piece of chalk and began filling in the missing pieces of math. He
reached to the desk beside him, turning on the tape recorder. The board quickly began to fill
with variables and symbols only a mathematician or mad scientist would understand. He was
repeating all the things he wrote, for the recorder to hear.

"I'm gonna get you," A creepy voice echoed from the machine. The man pushed stop on the
recorder. He looked to his side at his partner. Either of them couldn't believe their ears. They
pushed play again. Vexen's voice stopped in mid-sentence.

"Who ever is here, show yourself!" Vexen demanded. There was a shuffling noise. The police
looked up at Vexen's body, dangling from the ceiling. "You coward. You-" There was a loud noise.
They assumed it was Vexen crashing to the floor. The chalk board was broken in half. The glass
around the room was shattered. A series of struggles took place before the shattering of glass
erupted from the recorder. A small laughter or some type of giggling was heard. Vexen began
making a gagging noise. The policeman stopped the tape. That must have led ultimately to the
blond man in from of them; dangling lifelessly from the ceiling. The man pushed stop on the
recorder for good this time. He placed the recorder in a plastic bag that read 'Evidence' across
the top. They sealed it and placed it carefully with the blood samples in a brown card board box.