Shinigami-cat: Hey everyone I'm on holidays now! Yay! So here's the next chapter. If anyone can guess the band name and song that Matthew's singing I will be really impressed… I OWN NOTHING!

Murders in the Making

Matthew was freaking out. His heart was pounding in his ears as he quickly ran around the building looking for the only person who could give him answers. After several minutes of searching he found that person sitting in their room. In retrospect he should have looked there first. "What the hell Feliks?" He snapped.

Feliks looked up at Matthew curiously. "Um… okay, nice to see you here and stuff. Which colour looks better; passion pink or bubble gum pink?"

"Fuck your nail polish!" Cried Matthew in a panic. "What the hell did you do to my iPod?"

"Like nothing." Said Feliks.

Matthew rolled his eyes and started to scroll through the songs. "Let's see… Bruises and bitemarks? S&M? Toxic? I Kissed a Girl? And many, many more. I did not have these songs on here last time! Where's my stuff? Monster? I hate you? Get Out Alive? When you're evil? Murder song? Bacterial Contamination? Pain? Higurashi no Naku Koro ni? All my music is gone!"

"Your music was so drab." Said Feliks plainly as he studied his bottles of nail polish. "All I did was make it fab. I can't help it that you have horrible taste in music… Plus I thought some of those songs might get you in the mood to bend over and let Gilbert fuck you."

Matthew was just about ready to pull out his hair in frustration. "I don't want to have sex with him! All I want is to get out of here! Why are you so concerned about me getting laid?"

Feliks pouted and looked away. "You're like family to me Matthew… But I'm like not going to stay here forever. I just like want you to have someone for you to like love, you know? Even if it's like for a bit."

Matthew rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He was not amused. "Feliks, I know for a fact that you're not going to stay here forever. As soon as you can you're out of here. I just want Gilbert to get me out of here! I don't want any physical connection with him! I just want him to get me out of here and then I'll kill him. I can't have too many loose ends." He frowned a little. "But what does any of this have to do with you changing all the music on my iPod?"

"I like did it because I was board okay?" Snapped Feliks. "You like seriously need to stop acting the way you act now. It's like so not cool. I mean you like need to stop, now. If you're like just stringing Gilbert along so you can like kill him I'm like sorry, but I'm like so not supporting you anymore. I like have half a mind to tell Ludwig everything."

Matthew's jaw dropped in pure shock and horror. "You wouldn't dare."

Feliks looked up at Matthew, a smirk stuck to his face. "Try me."

Matthew huffed and looked away. "Fine. I'll meet you half way. Instead of having sex with him I let him grope me but I'm still going to kill him. Happy now? He gets something out of this too."

Feliks sighed. "I'm like so not happy, but I like know that I like can't change your mind now."

"Damn straight." Growled Matthew. "I still have something I need to do, and I'll be damned if the police, the government, Nightingale or Gilbert tries to stop me from doing it. I owe them all absolutely nothing."

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After he had managed to change his music back to its original glory, Matthew spent most of the day listening to it. He liked listening to darker songs. Songs that growled out the lyrics and sung about pain, torment and human suffering. He didn't know why but it made him feel better.

He growled out the lyrics to one of his favourite songs with a small smile on his face. "I get by just fine. CHECK! I've known much worse life. CHECK! I've conquered dark times. CHECK! They should fear my mind. CHECK!" He chuckled to himself a little. "At this rate I might just develop a slight god complex."

But that was unlikely. He didn't think of himself as someone above all others. He didn't feel like he had the power to make or create anything. He just wanted to live in peace, but that was never going to be an option. Life was a cruel and harsh bitch.

If one were to ask him who had a god complex he would have said Humanity had a god complex. Humanity lords over all else. They alone decide what can be killed without feeling guilty. They decide what's right and wrong. They weed out all those who are different to them and tell them that something's wrong with them. He couldn't see what was wrong with himself apart from the fact that he was plotting to kill Gilbert.

How to kill Gilbert was the next question. There were hundreds of ways he could think of killing the man, none of which were as quick as using his tentacles. His tentacles were his biggest asset when it came to killing. There were just so many options to choose from; stabbing, asphyxiation, skinning, disembowelling even holding someone against electrical wires. For some reason Tentacula tentacles were nonconductive.

Considering what mood he was in he would probably go for a quick decapitation. Unlike the other people he had killed, Gilbert hadn't done anything to him to make him hate him.

'He would make a beautiful corps…' He thought. 'Ebony skin, snow kissed hair, ruby eyes… If I get the chance I might even wash his body before leaving. Yeah right, like that will make up for killing him… He does have beautiful eyes though.'

He smiled a little as he thought back to when they first met. He was surprised to see Gilbert in the art room, but he wasn't complaining. He knew that Gilbert would have been there soon anyway to interview him. When he looked into Gilbert's eyes he had expected to see something cold and distant. If that was the case he probably wouldn't have thought about trying to seduce him. Instead he saw something else, something warm and down to earth. He didn't expect to see that in the eyes of someone who did biographies for murderers for a living.

It was refreshing to see that look in someone's eyes when they were gazing at him. It made him feel less like a freak. More human. It was wonderful. He loved that feeling greatly.

But there was that darker part in the back of his mind that kept telling him that it wouldn't last. Gilbert would soon know everything about him. He would know every dark and twisted secret. He would hate him. Loath him. Gilbert would want to see him burn for what he did. That dark part of his mind was a strong part force in making believe it was okay to kill Gilbert. That man would never understand what it was like to live the life Matthew had. Matthew was a freak, a monster and something that should have never have been born.

He hated when those thoughts took hold in his mind, but he couldn't ignore the truth. There was blood on his hands. Lots of blood. Too much blood. Would it even matter if he killed Gilbert? Unlikely. He would just end up being another drop of red liquid on his already dirtied hands.

A knock at his door made Matthew frown. "Who is it?" At the door was Ludwig. Matthew growled a little in the back of his throat. "What do you want?"

Used to Matthew's sour mood, Ludwig simply ignored the harshness of the younger's voice. "We need to discuss your behaviour yesterday regarding your medication."

"Oh that." Muttered Matthew. He paused his music and took out his ear buds. "I honestly don't think there's much to discuss. You stopped giving me morphine with my medication and you made your brother watch me get medicated… You have any idea how demeaning and humiliating that is?"

"I had no say in that matter." Said Ludwig calmly. "I was told that he should view it for his book."

Matthew snorted in disgust. He didn't believe a word that Ludwig spoke. "Whatever. Why are you here? I know for a fact it isn't time for my medication again."

"Just routine questions and simple examinations." Said Ludwig simply. He clicked his pen and pressed it against his clip board. "How are you feeling today?"

Matthew shrugged. "Apathetic."

The taller blond nodded and scribbled down what Matthew said. "Do you feel any better with the music therapy? Do you believe it's helping you?"

"I do feel calmer when I listen to it." Mused Matthew. "Same when I'm allowed to paint. I guess it's all that creativeness or something like that. It just makes me feel better."

"I see." Said Ludwig as he quickly took note. "Do you feel better after talking to Gilbert about your life instead of us?"

Matthew chuckled a little. "I like talking to him about my life because he doesn't judge me or look down on me like I'm an animal. Makes a wonderful change from everyone in here that looks upon me with fear, pity and disgust. I almost feel like I'm a normal human being." He looked down and sighed a little. "But then I just remind myself that it doesn't matter because this is his job and he's probably got an excellent poker face. He's probably just hiding his emotions because I know that's what I would do if I were face to face with a monster."

"You're not a monster." Said Ludwig. "You just have a genetic abnormality that means that-"

"I have the ability to produce tentacles." Muttered Matthew miserably. "Poisons, toxins, antibiotics and vaccines have little to no effect on me. No poison can kill a Tentacula no matter how much they have in one go. The tentacles are nonconductive and therefore can curb the chances of getting electrocuted. Vision is slightly better at night than the average human at night but not as good as a purely nocturnal animal. Natural healing ability is better than most humans, halving the time taken for an injury to heal. Sense of smell is heightened slightly but it only works on certain things. Tentacula can also produce a pheromone that can sexually arouse other males and females even though all Tentacula are sterile. I've hear it all before."

"That's still no reason to call yourself a monster." Said Ludwig.

"What else can I call myself?" Growled Matthew spitefully. "I'm a freak! A fucking monster! Some mutant animal! Humans love putting weird creatures in cages and poking them and prodding them with needles to get samples and experiment on them. I am a monster! Why else would I be put in here instead of prison like I should be? Because I'm a freak!"

Ludwig frowned and scribbled down something else. No doubt he was commenting on how Matthew still couldn't see himself as human. "You need to stop looking at yourself as that."

"When you're sitting on this bed and I'm holding the clip board I might consider it." Said Matthew darkly. He was finding it harder and harder to pay attention to what Ludwig was saying or take it seriously.

Ludwig frowned and quickly jotted what Matthew said down. "Okay, I'm going to take your temperature now and your pulse. What do you want to do first?"

"As long as the thermometer is oral and not rectal I'm happy to do the temperature one first." Muttered Matthew.

Ludwig took a thermometer out of his pocket and held it up to Matthew's face. Matthew sighed a little but took the thermometer into his mouth. After a minute he handed it back to Ludwig who wrote down the temperature. Matthew then extended his arm and let Ludwig take his pulse.

Once his pulse was taken Ludwig pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside were several little black cubes glued to little sticky pads. "This is to monitor your heart beat throughout threw whole day. Try not to get them too wet." He started to put a few around Matthew's temples.

"Then I shall be sure to jump into the nearest body of water." Said Matthew sarcastically.

Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Take off your shirt." When Matthew too off his shirt Ludwig stuck a few more of the black cubes around his heart on both his chest and back. "Okay, all done."

Matthew nodded and quickly pulled on his shirt. "Are you all done?" He really just wanted to be left alone.

"Not quite." Said Ludwig slowly. "You've been skipping meals again."

"No I haven't." Snapped Matthew darkly. "I've eaten all that slop that you call food. Hell, I probably got more nutrition eating out of the garbage cans back in Canada!"

"You know that's not true." Said Ludwig. "But I have been told that you have been skipping out on breakfast again and sometimes dinner."

Matthew scowled and looked away. He had been sleeping in later and trying to sleep earlier. He just didn't like interacting with people that much. He didn't really think it would be such a big deal. He was used to going months without a decent meal. "So? I'm just not hungry."

Ludwig sighed and ran his fingers through his slicked back hair. "You know I'm going to have to take away some of your privileges because of that."

Matthew gulped a little. 'Crap. What can he take away? Let's see… painting, going outside, my iPod, using the gym equipment and… damn they don't really give me a lot do they?'

"I'll be informing staff that you're not allowed outside, you can't go to the art room and you'll need to hand in your iPod." Said Ludwig sternly. "Remember that iPod is company property."

Matthew growled but reluctantly handed over his iPod. "Want an arm and a leg too? Maybe be you want a tentacle? Just stop giving me that yellow gunk and cut off one when I try to kill you all."

"And you wonder why we won't let you go." Said Ludwig as he pocketed the iPod. "Threats of violence will get you nowhere. Just be thankful that you're still allowed to use the gym."

Matthew rolled his eyes. "I am ever so thankful to you. How can I ever repay you for your kindness and generosity?"

"Well for one you could stop being so sarcastic." Said Ludwig. "You know, if you tried just a little harder you could be a rather pleasant person."

"Why lie?" Asked Matthew with a smirk. "Being honest and speaking my mind is much more fun." It was true too. He had more fun telling people the truth about how he felt than putting on a fake smile and lying. Although it did have its perks.

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"He's becoming a liability." Muttered one of the many faceless CEO's. "He's only been staying in Nightingale for one year and he's already costing us most of our funding."

"What do you propose we do?" Asked a woman. "Because of him we've been able to find out more about Tentacula from him than a hundred volunteers or those we rescue from prostitution."

"It would be easier from him to cooperate if we knew more about him." Muttered a man.

Roderich cleared his throat. "If I might be so bold, I have something to say." When all attention was turned to him he continued. "I believe we have forgotten about one Gilbert Beilschmidt. If I'm not mistaken he is writing Matthew's biography is he not?" The whole meeting was thrown into an uproar.

"When did this happen?"

"Who decided this?"

"He could become a liability."

"Why was this not raised at the last meeting?

"He can't publish that book! It could ruin us!"

Roderich sighed. "Please calm down. This was decided by the three heads of the Nightingale cooperation. As you know they are the military, the government and of course the other unmentionable branch. But the more pressing matter is that Gilbert is unwittingly helping us compile a profile for Matthew."

"But he can't publish his book!"

"He won't publish his book." Said Roderich as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "It was discussed and decided that Gilbert will collect all information about Matthew's past for us and right at the last second we will tell him he cannot publish it and pay him a large sum for his troubles."

"Why bother paying him? We can't afford to do that."

"Perhaps we can kill two birds with one stone?" Suggested a man. "Why not give Matthew what he wants? He wants to be free right? We don't want him and we don't want to pay Gilbert. What if we simply force Matthew into a situation where his only option for freedom is to kill Gilbert?"

"It would give us a valid reason to kill Matthew too."

"We could get more government funding if and when the media finds out about this."

"Then it's decided. When Gilbert's book is almost finished we will force Matthew into a position where he has no choice but to kill Gilbert. Meeting dismissed." Roderich sat their stunned. That was not how he expected things to turn out.

TBC

Shinigami-cat: Everyone wants Gilbert dead! What is this? Please review!