Theoretical Mayhem
By Discord chik
chaosbebe13@hotmail.com
*I don't own Vincy (Grr!), Heidagger, Shin-ra (Grr!), or the Turks (triple grr!) so don't sue me! I ain't got nothing anyway! All chapter names are phases of progression from the book Serial Killers, I didn't make them up. Please don't shoot me for this new take, I love him too. Enjoy... sort of...*
The Trolling Phase
Heidagger looked at the almost listless 18 year old from the corner of his eyes and sighed. The boy seemed to be stupid, nearly mute, and illiterate, barely speaking broken Midgarian at that. He questioned his decision inwardly, but the pictures of the murder scenes would surface and silence his thoughts for a while. He gave another glance in the boys direction, he continued to stare listlessly at the scenery that rushed past them. the doctor had told him that he became entranced in the car, like he completely withdrew from our reality and sunk into what seemed like one of his own. Xavier, meanwhile, was sniffing at the pale boy's hair impatiently, waiting for him to pet him. Each huff sent more strands into his unblinking, icy eyes, but not seeming to register them. Xavier whined for a moment and laid back down in the back seat defeatedly.
"Sooo Vincent. Ya' mind if I call ya' Vincent?"
Silence.
"Uh... Ya' like music?" he ventured a glance at him, but his wan face was still passive and seemed to be searching in another world for something. "Uh... Well, I do." He paused for a while then continued, "We'll see Gahst as soon as we get there."
Vincent refrained from speaking, he just continued to stare at his reflection in the side-view mirror.
"So, do ya' miss Wutia?"
"Unseeing eyetooth in my headlight thank you to the dwarven chocobos."
"What?!"
Vincent sank into his seat and glanced at the fat young man sullenly. "Unseeing eyetooth in my headlight thank you to the dwarven chocobos...," he repeated meekly.
"Is this some kinda' weird eubonics saying or something?"
Vincent shot a fiery glare in his direction, he hated when people didn't understand plain Midgarian. "Eubacteria. Ha. I know forensics."
Heidagger started laughing. A new irritation to add to Vincent's current list. "Cute kid, very cute, you're funny!"
Vincent withdrew from the conversation again, throwing one last malefic glare Hiedagger's way, then sank into his trance again, staring at his distorted reflection in the mirror.
***
"They put you on neuroleptics? No wonder you don't say much." The man smiled warmly at Vincent and sat backwards in his chair as he set Vincent's case report to the side. "You were part of the Underground, weren't you?"
Vincent nodded hesitantly.
"All seeing eye in your head thanks to the Underground cowards?"
Vincent nodded again in confusion.
"I've heard of it before. Heidagger said you were talking funny in the car and you got mad at him when he couldn't understand what you said. That's pretty common in your case type. Did they tell you what you had in the hospital?"
"...No..."
"You have undifferentiated Schizophrenia. Um... I think part of the problem is your nutritonal health at the moment. You aren't getting what you need to function properly. You probably didn't get allot to eat in the Underground, did you?"
"...No..."
"Well... I'm going to put you on a regiment of protein and vitamin supplements for the time being. Get you back to a healthy weight and get you systems working normally as possible. Next I'm going to put you on some psychotic depressants for about a month... Your speech should start to work it's way out soon, aaaand... That's about it Mr. Valentine. Other than those two thing you're perfectly fine."
"...voices...," he whispered meekly at the man.
"They'll leave you alone as soon as we get you your stuff in the morning. Ok bud?"
"...Thank you..."
***
She's a good one... Married... not to small... the skinny ones are ok, but she's just right... High heels, too... Vincent glanced down at the woman taking his measurements for his uniform. She smiled at him as he stood to write everything down.
"Holy, you're so skinny. I wish I was your size. How old are you?"
"...18..."
"Really? I'm 21. M'name's Maggie." She winked at him playfully.
Vincent blushed a little at the attention and hesitated. "...Vincent... Nice to meet you Maggie..."
She grinned at him. "Oo! You are just so cute! Ya' don't hafta be shy, babe!"
He flashed a tiny smile, she visibly melted. Vince, Vince, Vince. You are such a lady killer...
"...neck broken...Evidence of sexual activity...No struggle visible at scene of murder..."
"...3 women dead..."
"...Husbands of murdered women found dead in Midgar, Sector 6... Men were decapitated with unknown weapon...'
"...Killer still at large..."
"...investigation continues..."
A/N Vincent's problem with talking is called schizophrenic word salad. All words are connected in some way. It's a pretty cool subject.
By Discord chik
chaosbebe13@hotmail.com
*I don't own Vincy (Grr!), Heidagger, Shin-ra (Grr!), or the Turks (triple grr!) so don't sue me! I ain't got nothing anyway! All chapter names are phases of progression from the book Serial Killers, I didn't make them up. Please don't shoot me for this new take, I love him too. Enjoy... sort of...*
The Trolling Phase
Heidagger looked at the almost listless 18 year old from the corner of his eyes and sighed. The boy seemed to be stupid, nearly mute, and illiterate, barely speaking broken Midgarian at that. He questioned his decision inwardly, but the pictures of the murder scenes would surface and silence his thoughts for a while. He gave another glance in the boys direction, he continued to stare listlessly at the scenery that rushed past them. the doctor had told him that he became entranced in the car, like he completely withdrew from our reality and sunk into what seemed like one of his own. Xavier, meanwhile, was sniffing at the pale boy's hair impatiently, waiting for him to pet him. Each huff sent more strands into his unblinking, icy eyes, but not seeming to register them. Xavier whined for a moment and laid back down in the back seat defeatedly.
"Sooo Vincent. Ya' mind if I call ya' Vincent?"
Silence.
"Uh... Ya' like music?" he ventured a glance at him, but his wan face was still passive and seemed to be searching in another world for something. "Uh... Well, I do." He paused for a while then continued, "We'll see Gahst as soon as we get there."
Vincent refrained from speaking, he just continued to stare at his reflection in the side-view mirror.
"So, do ya' miss Wutia?"
"Unseeing eyetooth in my headlight thank you to the dwarven chocobos."
"What?!"
Vincent sank into his seat and glanced at the fat young man sullenly. "Unseeing eyetooth in my headlight thank you to the dwarven chocobos...," he repeated meekly.
"Is this some kinda' weird eubonics saying or something?"
Vincent shot a fiery glare in his direction, he hated when people didn't understand plain Midgarian. "Eubacteria. Ha. I know forensics."
Heidagger started laughing. A new irritation to add to Vincent's current list. "Cute kid, very cute, you're funny!"
Vincent withdrew from the conversation again, throwing one last malefic glare Hiedagger's way, then sank into his trance again, staring at his distorted reflection in the mirror.
***
"They put you on neuroleptics? No wonder you don't say much." The man smiled warmly at Vincent and sat backwards in his chair as he set Vincent's case report to the side. "You were part of the Underground, weren't you?"
Vincent nodded hesitantly.
"All seeing eye in your head thanks to the Underground cowards?"
Vincent nodded again in confusion.
"I've heard of it before. Heidagger said you were talking funny in the car and you got mad at him when he couldn't understand what you said. That's pretty common in your case type. Did they tell you what you had in the hospital?"
"...No..."
"You have undifferentiated Schizophrenia. Um... I think part of the problem is your nutritonal health at the moment. You aren't getting what you need to function properly. You probably didn't get allot to eat in the Underground, did you?"
"...No..."
"Well... I'm going to put you on a regiment of protein and vitamin supplements for the time being. Get you back to a healthy weight and get you systems working normally as possible. Next I'm going to put you on some psychotic depressants for about a month... Your speech should start to work it's way out soon, aaaand... That's about it Mr. Valentine. Other than those two thing you're perfectly fine."
"...voices...," he whispered meekly at the man.
"They'll leave you alone as soon as we get you your stuff in the morning. Ok bud?"
"...Thank you..."
***
She's a good one... Married... not to small... the skinny ones are ok, but she's just right... High heels, too... Vincent glanced down at the woman taking his measurements for his uniform. She smiled at him as he stood to write everything down.
"Holy, you're so skinny. I wish I was your size. How old are you?"
"...18..."
"Really? I'm 21. M'name's Maggie." She winked at him playfully.
Vincent blushed a little at the attention and hesitated. "...Vincent... Nice to meet you Maggie..."
She grinned at him. "Oo! You are just so cute! Ya' don't hafta be shy, babe!"
He flashed a tiny smile, she visibly melted. Vince, Vince, Vince. You are such a lady killer...
"...neck broken...Evidence of sexual activity...No struggle visible at scene of murder..."
"...3 women dead..."
"...Husbands of murdered women found dead in Midgar, Sector 6... Men were decapitated with unknown weapon...'
"...Killer still at large..."
"...investigation continues..."
A/N Vincent's problem with talking is called schizophrenic word salad. All words are connected in some way. It's a pretty cool subject.