A/N: this chapter might be rated M for violence and cruelty.

Ch-9: Psychopath

"That's a new one" Carson said, as he flipped through the newstabs in the news-stands in the New Tech City mall, The Midspace. He was a wanted criminal, and so, he had to disguise himself in a pulled down hood of a hooded sweatshirt, only his thin lips, pressed together in a scowl were visible, his hands had gloves on, those same old leather gloves he used to wear when he was in SPD. He looked pretty normal to anybody looking at him right now.

But if someone would have pulled his hood down, they'd be in for quite a shock, for it was his eyes that gave an insight to his soul, which was just an empty void.

"what?" asked his 'friend' cum 'accomplice' DeeZee Vaughn. He was an alien from the planet Whiparmos. He looked fairly human, and anybody would've considered him to be, had it not been for the ten-foot long tentacle that was his right arm. DeeZee wasn't his real name, it was Crestos, but to gel better with the Earth crowd, he killed a civilian, DZ Vaughn, and took on his Id.

The tentacle had a way to hide itself. He'd wrap it around his own waist, and then wear something baggy, so it hid the tentacle.

Anyone looking at the two would think they were a skinny nerdy guy, who's too shy to pull down his hood, and an obese man who somehow got his right arm chopped off. DeeZee was wearing a simple baggy shirt with full sleeves, with the right one hanging limp, he had a baseball cap on, and covered his own eyes with a pair of HUGE sunglasses.

"look at this, they've removed the bounty from our names, wonder what went wrong?" he showed him the article on the tab.

"looks like the commander says he'll hunt for us himself." DeeZee said, reading through. He found the Earth language very funny, but nevertheless he could read it.

"herself" Bridge corrected,

"no, it clearly says 'commander Tate himself'," DeeZee pointed out.

"WHAT! TATE IS ALIVE?" Bridge Carson yelled, "I killed him!"

"no, there's a picture of him, just scroll down the article, look, here." DeeZee showed him a picture of Sky, from the day before, when a bunch of journalists had gone to interview him. It was on the decision of his to withdraw the bounty on Bridge Carson's capture.

"I clearly remember throwing him from the top of his own mansion!" Bridge exclaimed.

"well, here he is now. And he's hunting for you."

"let's go, I feel like someone's watching." Bridge whispered, and then swiftly walked off.

DeeZee followed.

"when will you finally take me to your own lair?" DeeZee asked, catching up to him in a roadside café.

"a latte for me, and a an espresso for him." bridge told the waiter, as DeeZee sat down.

"answer me. We always head to my place for all the schemes. All I know about you is that you live in NTC. Answer me, or I myself might turn you in." DeeZee said.

"you? Turn me in?" bridge scoffed, he pulled his hood down, and DeeZee saw his eyes, those cold, soulless, bloodshot eyes, which contained records of every past sin that he had committed. Those numerous murders, the cruel tortures on his prisoners, his sadistic nature, all was visible through those eyes. It was agony to just look at him, a long scar ran from his left temple to his nose, a small present from his ex-girlfriend, after he killed (or thought he did) her husband.

"yeah, you'll turn me in." he said, looking at his panic-stricken face, and pulled his hood back up, "but you do have a point. We can head to my place." He said, matter-of-factly. Paying the bill, tipping the waiter from the wallet he had gotten from a man who'd never see the light of day again.

X-X-X

It was morning, around eight, when younger Sky woke up. He couldn't believe what had happened. He couldn't believe it even when he turned around, and saw his brunette teammate lying naked on bed beside him, her head nestled against his bare chest. He ran his fingers through her brown locks, and remembered the previous night. He remembered the argument, the confession, the kiss, and most clearly of all, he remembered the intimacy, the sex.

She turned around, gently opened her eyes, letting out a small yawn, and then opened her eyes fully to get a complete view of her blond teammate with whom she had slept with the previous night.

"good morning sweetie." He said, smiling, she came over and kissed his cheeks, "good morning sweetie" she replied, imitating him, they kissed again, on the lips, and then he asked, "does this mean we're official?" he asked,

"I guess we saved bridge a trip down the evil lane." She replied, grinning.

"I'm serious," he said,

"well, then yes, we are, though, I do have one question, do you think we jumped into bed a little too fast?" she asked, first smiling, then turning serious.

"yeah, I guess, but I saw you naked, and it was a little hard to control myself." Sky said, blushing.

"I'm not complaining, I mean, you were great, I can never forget the last night, you're the best guy I've ever been with."

"then where's the problem?" he asked,

"well, I was wondering, older us did have a sort of, you know, special first time, sooooo…." She trailed off.

"they did?" sky asked,

"well, yeah, older me told me that you planned a special evening on valentines day, and that was when the two of them did it for the first time." Z said.

"special evening?"

"yeah, something like a yacht or something, with dinner and dancing.

"wow, old me is way too cheesy" sky commented, and they laughed, kissing again. since the two of them weren't on official duty, they decided to have another round of sex before heading out to the job of finding DeeZee Vaughn and Count Time o'clock.

X-X-X

It wasn't a very nice place, but what do you expect from a psychopath? The floor was quite messy, it was a villa cleared of it's previous inhabitants years ago. It was amazing how a fake id, forged lease agreements, some rumors about the inhabitants running away to Mexico because they were illegals, and a little bit of isolation of the hilltop villa could tip all authorities off his scent. Currently Bridge Carson lived here as Hans Corseaux.

DeeZee knew if the place wasn't inhabited by Carson it'd be a beautiful villa where everybody would want to come to. There was a weak stench in the ground floor rooms. "I haven't had much time lately to dispose off the bodies in the basement," he explained.

"tell me something, do you have any sort of obsessions?" he asked, adding in his mind, like every psychopath?

"obsessions, I guess yeah, I mean, I collect one item from every person I kill. Usually it's something from the sob story they tell me, then look here, this is my special ink collection, it is actually the blood from those poor suckers," he said, pulling up a collection of small vials that contained a viscous red liquid.

"wow, you really are a psycho" DeeZee said, laughing, he had intended it as a joke, but that wasn't the spirit in which Carson eemed to take it, as his mood darkened, and he replied, his voice, dangerously low,

"you can call me Bridge, or Bridgey, or Carson, or even Burner, but call me anything else, and your dead body never leaves this place." He said, pulling his hood down again, so DeeZee could see how serious he was.

This was going to be a long day for Crestos.

A/N: Creepy no? wait for the ultimate showdown between sky, Z and Bridge, coming in the next few chapters.