Shinigami-cat: Hey everyone! I feel bad for Matthew already… I OWN NOTHING!

Background

Name: Matthew Williams AKA Shredder
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Eye colour: Blue
Family: NA
Birthplace: NA
Country of origin: Canada
Found: Was found with a bloody corps in a warehouse in Arizona hours after his previous murders. Attempts to revive the corps were unsuccessful. Matthew was seventeen at the time.
Psychological profile: Upon a simple psychological test one could argue that this man is simply a shy individual who is extremely nervous and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions and someone who doesn't want to get involved in anything. He seems like someone who worries about problems that do not exist. But more in depth tests shows that there is more to his personality that initially thought.

Not much is known about his childhood, but from his behaviour it's simple to tell that he lived in isolation. This is not uncommon among Tentacula children as they are often shunned by society so they have to rely on their own minds for company. It's possible that during early childhood he developed feelings of inadequacy. These feeling possibly ran deeper than the normal neurotic feelings of not being good enough.

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"Poor kid." Muttered Gilbert as he read over a copy of Matthew's file. Seeing as how Matthew had to but put into an induced coma to stop him from harming himself and other people, Roderich had given him a copy of Matthew's profile to look over on the condition it wouldn't leave his apartment.

At the moment Gilbert was happily drinking coffee in a small café a few blocks away from his apartment. There was no way he was going to follow Roderich's rules. He just didn't feel relaxed enough to read over someone's personal file unless he was sitting in his favourite café drinking his coffee.

He sighed and put the file down. 'Damn… I really shouldn't feel sorry for him. I mean. He's a killer, just like all the other people I talk to. Some of them have had way worse childhoods than him. I really shouldn't feel too sympathetic towards him…'

"Hey Gil, want another coffee?" Asked a rather cheerful American.

"Sure thing Alfred." Said Gilbert. "Get me a cookie too while you're at it."

Alfred was a twenty year old who worked at the café. He was loud and obnoxious but he was relatively good natured. He was tall, blond and wore glasses over his blue eyes. He grinned. "Sure thing." He quickly turned and walked back behind the counter to get Gilbert his food and drink.

While Alfred was doing that, Gilbert went back to looking over the file. Matthew seemed to have a rather interesting life, and the fact that there was almost no information about his early childhood excited him greatly. Who knew what secrets he could uncover? It was probably one of the most interesting projects he had worked on in years.

'Damn I really want to know what happened at that orphanage.' He thought. 'Let's see… he's nineteen and said he ran away from the orphanage when he was seven… So let's see I should look up any stories in Canada that that concern orphanages about ten years ago... Where's my coffee?'

Almost as if on cue Alfred arrived back with Gilbert's coffee and his cookie. "You working on anything new?" He asked Gilbert.

Gilbert took a quick sip of his coffee. "Just a little something on the Shredder killings."

Alfred paled and chuckled nervously. "Shredder huh? Interesting topic… Why did you choose that?"

"No real reason." Said Gilbert. "Just needed to write another book. Shredder actually seems like a really interesting guy. You wouldn't think it was him if you just saw him walking down the street… You probably wouldn't even notice him."

"I bet…" Said Alfred nervously. "Have you talked to him yet?"

"Yeah." Said Gilbert. He put a little sugar in his coffee and stirred. "But I didn't really get too far with him… Apparently he agreed to some human drug testing and he tried to kill himself."

Alfred almost dropped his notepad. "What? Dude I thought human drug testing was illegal! Don't they just test drugs on animals? Like rabbits, dog and monkeys? That kind of thing"

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "They don't test thinks like that anymore Alfred. The closest thing they are allowed to come to testing on animals is white mice… and even then there's controversy from the animal activists. But human testing does happen."

Alfred pouted. "Yeah well… I still think that human testing is wrong… Is he okay though? You said he tried kill himself."

"It's a side effect to the medication apparently." Muttered Gilbert darkly. "I seriously want to kick those bastards right in the ass for all their medical bullshit."

Alfred nodded in agreement. "Yeah… Well I'd better get back to work. Leave me a big tip okay? I've come up short for this month's rent."

Gilbert chuckled. Alfred was always running low on cash even though he carefully managed his money. "Sure thing Alfred, sure thing."

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Soon Gilbert was back in his apartment, sitting on his sofa, with his laptop in his lap. In many aspects he was extremely lazy, but never when it came to research. He could and often would spend days locked up in his apartment living off two minute noodles and tap water until he had gathered all relevant information and several bits of information that seemed almost irrelevant but could possibly link back to what he was looking for.

At the moment he was on a Canadian newspaper site. He looked back at any stories concerning orphanages dating back ten years ago. Three articles appeared; one had closed down, one was celebrating its twenty year anniversary and one was about a murder.

Gilbert quickly read over the article about the murder and jotted down any points on a word document;

-Four boys between the ages of 6-8 were murdered
-One boy was missing
-All victims were chopped up into little pieces, making identifying them almost impossible
-Traces of animal blood were found mixed in with the human blood
-The orphanage was shut down two months after the investigation
-The orphanage was located near the border between Alberta and British Columbia

He sighed a little to himself. There was so little information on this orphanage, but there was no telling if that was even the right one. It could have been, but it might not have been. It was quite odd to him.

Gilbert ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. Closing his eyes he could clearly remember the first interview. He could see the scared an insecure look in Matthew's eyes as he answered the questions. It was like he was scared that he would say the wrong thing. It was utterly adorable.

But that look of anger that flashed in his eyes when Gilbert had mentioned his parents had thrown him off. But the absolute sorrow in his eyes and look of hopelessness in his eyes when he started talking about his first kill just about broke his heart. Matthew wasn't a serial killer. He just seemed like a scared little boy. Most killers would have been proud or apathetic about their first kill. Matthew was truly remorseful, in Gilbert's eyes he was anyway.

Yet he always had to remember that everyone knew he was dangerous. Everyone knew it. People on the street knew it, Matthew's doctors knew it, and even Matthew himself knew it. He had called himself a monster, even if it was partially because of his medication.

Speaking of medication, he hoped that Matthew was off the experimental drugs for the time being. He didn't want to keep cutting sessions short because he decided that he should bash his head in again, or bite off his tongue. He was pretty sure that Nightingale didn't need a Tentacula dying in their care… even if he was a convicted killer.

'Maybe he isn't really a murderer? I mean if it was all in self-defence the worst he could be convicted of is manslaughter…' He shook his head and frowned. Just because someone looked innocent didn't mean that they were. He had come across killers that looked like they couldn't hurt a fly, yet they had a body or two hidden under their bed, or in some cases the bodies were hidden in several places around their room.

But that wasn't important. What was important at the moment was finding out as much as he could on Matthew from everything that he'd told him so far. If he really was seven when he first killed than he would definitely find out something about him on the internet, because it seemed that Nightingale had nothing before his later kill when he was seventeen. A ten year gap was a long, long time.

The sound of someone knocking at his door made him look up. "Door's open. Come on in."

A few seconds later Antonio and Francis walked in. Francis was tall with long wavy blond hair. "Where were you?" Asked Francis, he sounded slightly hurt.

"We were going to go out to lunch together." Whined Antonio.

Gilbert frowned. "Oh yeah… Sorry about that. Work and stuff… You have any idea how difficult it is to find stuff on orphanages in Alberta?"

"Is this still about Shredder?" Asked Antonio as he sat next to Gilbert and looked over his shoulder.

"Yep." Said Gilbert. "Apparently he grew up in an orphanage and did his first kill when he was seven."

"Ah yes…" Muttered Francis. "Shredder… Does seem like a rather risky subject, even for you." Gilbert looked over at Francis and pouted. Normally Francis would have just chuckled at Gilbert's choice of subject matter and brushed it off. Was it because his particular subject matter was a Tentacula?

Gilbert growled and slammed his laptop shut. "What is everyone's deal with me and doing a story on Matthew? Sure he's a Tentacula, but he can't use his tentacles and he's not a violent guy! If you want my opinion he just wants to be left alone."

"It isn't so much what he is per say…" Said Francis. "It's more like what he's done." He sat down on the other side of Gilbert and sighed. "I mean you've talked to some of the worst criminals in the world, but most of them need a knife or some rope to kill someone… A Tentacula just needs to be able to use its tentacles and you're dead."

"Lovino and Feliciano are Tentacula." Reminded Gilbert. "The worst they can do is slap you and put too much oregano in pasta sauce."

"True…" Said Francis. "But I still think you should be careful, who knows what he might be planning behind those eyes."

Gilbert chuckled. "I think I'll be safe. He might be a killer, but in all honesty he's a bit of a pushover. If I needed to I think I could fight him off no problem."

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Feliks laughed as Matthew tripped over and landed flat on his face. "You seriously look like you're totally drunk. Are you sure you should be walking around?"

Matthew sighed and readjusted his glasses. "I'm fine… just a little dizzy. You know what happens after I wake up from an episode."

Feliks rolled his eyes and helped Matthew to his feet. "Yeah, you totally act like a drunk and stager around until a white coat drags you back to your room."

"Am I that predictable?" Asked Matthew with a slight smile. He slowly wobbled on his feet for a few moments before gaining his balance. "How long was I out though? Few weeks? A month maybe?"

"Like a day." Said Feliks.

Matthew chuckled. "I guess I'm starting to metabolize that stuff faster now… They might have to start using elephant tranquilizers on me."

Feliks grinned. "That would be totally awesome." He grabbed Matthew's arm and pulled him down the hall towards his room. When they got there Feliks pushed Matthew onto his bed and closed the door. "Now you like totally have to tell me all about Gilbert! He's like way cute!"

"You met him?" Asked Matthew curiously.

"You bet." Said Feliks. He sat next to Matthew and grinned. "Those red eyes are to die for! And that silver hair? Way awesome! And he's hot! So not cool that you have him all to yourself!"

Matthew chuckled a little at Feliks's rant. "Don't worry Feliks, I'm not that interested in him. I'll admit he is hot, but he's just not my type."

Feliks rolled his eyes. "Do you even have a type? Have you ever had a girlfriend or a boyfriend? You seriously need to explore your sexuality a little."

Matthew blushed and pouted. "So what if I've never been in a relationship or had sex. You haven't either."

Feliks gasped. "Like OMG! I totally forgot to tell you! I lost my V card last week! I kind of lost track when you got put on drug and you went all smile happy and crazy."

"WHAT?" Cried Matthew in shock. There was no way Feliks could have lost his virginity in here unless it was rape. He wasn't exactly the most popular with the other male in mates and they hardly ever interacted with the female ones, and all the doctors were definitely off limits.

Feliks nodded happily. "You like know how most of us in rehab are part of some totally weird community service program? Well there's this guy that stacks shelves with me at this supermarket and we totally hooked up in the store room! His name's Toris and he's totally sweet."

Matthew face palmed. "You hooked up with a random guy you work with? Does he even know about your… problem?"

"He like totally knows I'm a Tentacula." Said Feliks happily. "And he doesn't care! He thinks it's totally awesome, and we've been like seeing each other for ages, so he's not a total random." He smiled a little and played with the hem of his shirt. "When I'm allowed to leave I want to move in with him…"

Matthew smiled and patted his friend on the back. "Keep holding onto that… At least you can leave here eventually… I'm not even allowed to do community service."

Feliks pouted. "Like that was so uncool of me. I wanted to talk about Gilbert! Not Toris! You like so have to hook up with him!"

Matthew's eyes went wide. "What? Me and him? We hardly know each other!"

"Correction, you know nothing about him." Said Feliks with a smirk. "By now he probably knows everything that Nightingale has on you… And if you don't actually like him, make it entertaining for yourself! I know you're like a totally good actor. You can make him dance if you try. A sweet word here and there and he'll be hooked!"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "Right… How do I know he even likes me? We only just met remember?"

"It has nothing to do with that!" Said Feliks. "You have a sweet face and he's interested in you. If he wasn't he would be like writing a story about someone else. Have some fun with it. Make him do a little dance for his story. It's not like Nightingale isn't doing the same thing."

Matthew frowned. He didn't really feel like playing that much with Gilbert. Although it would be fun to be able to manipulate someone that had no idea about his acting ability. He had almost escaped several times because of it, but was always stopped at the last second and put in isolation as punishment. Perhaps it would be fun to play with him, even if it's just for a little bit.

Matthew smirked, a hint of something dark dancing in his eyes. "I guess you're right Feliks… I wouldn't be messing with him anymore than the people at Nightingale are. This is going to be fun. But I'm not going to take it too far."

Feliks laughed. "Seriously? Take it was far as you want! You're a just a sweet talking little devil."

Matthew grinned. "Guilty as charged." He suddenly fell forwards off the bed and face planted again. "Ouch…"

Feliks grinned and rolled Matthew onto his back with his foot. "Is your like balance still shit?"

"I'll tell you when the room's stopped spinning…" Muttered Matthew miserably.

Feliks chuckled. "You are one crazy bitch."

TBC

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