Theoretical Mayhem
*I don't own Vincy (Grr!), Heidagger, Shin-ra (Grr!), or the Turks (triple grr!) or the scientists ( well... that's not such a tragedy...) 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...*
Mwahahaha! Plot twists! See if you can catch on!
The Wooing Phase
* All seeing eye... Where was it I heard that before?.. * Gast looked around the room, searching for the answer to a question that had been bothering him for the past week. He glanced over to his scraggly assistant, and he felt the answer surfacing but lost it when he noticed he was displaying a few new brusies today. "You okay, Simon?"
The man peered up at him from the microscope, pushing his glasses up his nose slowly while he seemingly contemplated his answer. "Uh... I guess... what do you mean?"
"Nothing, you just look a little worse for wear, that's all. You know, you should really try watching where your girlfriends get their lipstick, it might keep your wife in the dark."
"... Ooooookay..." He made a slightly uncomfortable face and fidgeted in his chair. "Um..."
"So... When do I get to meet your lovely wife?"
"When she gets up, I let her sleep in today."
"Really?"
"No... She threatened to beat me to death me if I woke her up before noon."
"Ah." Gast smiled as his assistant went back to work. * We're going to need bigger facilities if we're going to mess with the Cetra... * he thought absently as he gazed fondly at the holding tank their new specimen was. *I wonder when Valentine's going to show up... He was supposed to be here an hour ago...* His mind wandered back to his assistant, for some reason, he felt like he should be connecting the two somehow. * They don't have anything in common... or not that I would know about... Where did I hear the thing about the eye?! I'm too young to start losing my mind!* He rubbed his head in defeat and sighed. "So what do you think about moving the JENOVA Project, Hojo?"
###
*Sooo. Wanna know what happened while you were away Vinny?*
Vincent rolled over, half conscious, and smacked his alarm clock off the night stand. It clattered loudly to the floor and clinked against a few empty beer bottles. "Not really... But I suppose you'll show me any way..." His voice trailed off as he stood stiffly and meandered to his bathroom. "Could you be useful for once and tell me where I'm supposed to be?"
*...Why would I do something silly like that? Now... Who was it last night? Oh yeah! Dag's wife! Lookie!*
Vincent shuddered and felt himself drop from his own reality into his tormentor's. The world seemed to spiral out of the darkness and into a hazy reproduction of Heidagger's living room. He shuddered at the sound of nearby copulation, a tell tale sign to the end of a story he'd seen a hundred times. Xavier was whimpering at the closed off bedroom door and scratched loudly, trying to be let in. Beside Vincent was a jacket, both familiar and radically foreign at the same time. It was too small for him and the texture of the cloth was uncomfortable to his skin. Xavier paced in front of the door for a moment, then stopped, seeming to notice a presence near him. He let out a loud low whimper and started pacing again.
*Can we just stop this now? I hate this.*
*Because you need to figure something out before that something bites you in the ass.*
*You know it don't you?*
*Yeah.*
*Then just tell-*
The rotwieler started howling and barking ramming it's sharp claws into the dark wood of the bedroom door. Vincent watched in shock as Xavier went into his trained attack mode and tried to claw down the door.
*No one said the attack command... What's going on?*
*Pretty puppy smells fresh kill. Pretty puppy's mommy's dead Vinny. And there was no one around to stop it,* the voice taunted loudly, *Now, I'll give you a clue, he's got black hair, and Wutian eyes.* The vision faded slowly back to his bathroom, and Vincent confronted his reflection bleakly. *I know a seeecret, I know a seeecret!* the voice trailed off in it's sing song lilt and left Vincent naked on the cold tile floor.
"I know a secret, I know a secret..."
***
"Hold on! Don't let the door close please! Damn it." The girl sighed and paged another elevator gloomily. She paced for a moment waiting for one to come to her. She blew into the first one to open and nearly knocked over the tall young man that had peeked out to see if someone was getting on. Her papers fluttered around the tiny confides of the shaft and settled chaotically around their feet. "I'm sorry!"
"Uh... Watch where you're going next time. Are you okay?"
"Yeah... Man... " She stared disdainfully at the lab reports strewn around the man's feet as he reached down and started gathering them for her.
"Late for some great scientific break through?" He scanned the papers momentarily before she snatched them from him.
"That's none of your business! These are classified papers sir!"
He grinned up at her. "Yeah so?"
She humphed at the man in blue jeans, "You'd think you were a Turk the way you just think you can read anything you want."
He sneered at her and thrust his hands in his pockets. "I wonder why..."
"What was that?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to offend you." He nodded to her and flashed a disarming smile, stepping out of the door and into the science hall.
She blinked at him as he walked away, not even realizing she was supposed to get off on that floor.
"Hey wait a minute!! That was my floor!!!!!"
***
'You're late again, Turk," was the first thing he heard when he stepped through the door into the head science office. Vincent shot a pointed glance at the rather roughed up looking speaker.
"Shut up, Hojo."
"Please don't get started up you two. I have a headache."
"We'll start the meeting when my wife gets here. If that's convenient for you, Valentine."
"What part of shut up do you not understand?"
"Go back to your home country, you piece of trash."
"Hypocrite."
"Boy's, be nice. Hey! You were the guy on the elevator! Why are you here?"
"Uh... I'm the body guard for the science department."
The woman blushed and laughed a little. "You ARE a Turk. Oh."
"Stop flirting with my wife, Valentine."
"Will you two STOP it. I do not feel like listening to this all the way to Neiblehiem, and the entire time we're there. Do you understand me?" Vincent bowed slightly in apology and Simon glared. " I wanted to talk to you all because we got the funding, and the facilities. We're heading out on November 7th. We will be there, at the most, six years. We will leave for two weeks every eight months. Mr. Valentine will be our escort. I want no trouble out of either of you two. Mrs. Hojo, I need to brief you on our current test schedule. All right? Good."
Vincent and Simon ventured another hateful glare at each other.
***
"I don't want you going near the Turk while we're there, Lucretia."
"Why not?"
"Wutians can't be trusted. They're prying and thieves and carry all kinds of foreign diseases."
"Simon, that's not very nice. He was a perfect gentleman to me."
"I'm sure he was. Look. I have reason to believe that he isn't all he seems to be."
"How so?"
Simon rolled over onto his side to look her in the eye as she packed her suit case. "I think he..." Simon paused, his face twisted in disgust, "likes men... And I think he's-"
"Got a crush on you?"
Simon nodded grimly.
"I doubt it sweetie." She folded her last sweater and tucked it away.
"But... That's not all. I think he's that killer. It makes sense!" Simon sat up and looked Lucretia sternly in the eye. "They never did find the men's bodies!"
"Oh hush. For a scientist, you can be completely irrational." She leaned over and pecked her husband on the cheek.
***
"...blood covered the halls..."
"...Turkish attack dog found shot to death outside of the house..."
"... Wife of the Head of Urban Safety Control appears to have been the next victim..."
"No forensic evidence on body..."
"...left high heel stolen, like all the other victims..."
"Still no suspects."
"...Investigation continues..."
*Come on Vinny, what's the matter? Can't take a hint?
Guess what.
I know a secret, I know a secret...*
*I don't own Vincy (Grr!), Heidagger, Shin-ra (Grr!), or the Turks (triple grr!) or the scientists ( well... that's not such a tragedy...) 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...*
Mwahahaha! Plot twists! See if you can catch on!
The Wooing Phase
* All seeing eye... Where was it I heard that before?.. * Gast looked around the room, searching for the answer to a question that had been bothering him for the past week. He glanced over to his scraggly assistant, and he felt the answer surfacing but lost it when he noticed he was displaying a few new brusies today. "You okay, Simon?"
The man peered up at him from the microscope, pushing his glasses up his nose slowly while he seemingly contemplated his answer. "Uh... I guess... what do you mean?"
"Nothing, you just look a little worse for wear, that's all. You know, you should really try watching where your girlfriends get their lipstick, it might keep your wife in the dark."
"... Ooooookay..." He made a slightly uncomfortable face and fidgeted in his chair. "Um..."
"So... When do I get to meet your lovely wife?"
"When she gets up, I let her sleep in today."
"Really?"
"No... She threatened to beat me to death me if I woke her up before noon."
"Ah." Gast smiled as his assistant went back to work. * We're going to need bigger facilities if we're going to mess with the Cetra... * he thought absently as he gazed fondly at the holding tank their new specimen was. *I wonder when Valentine's going to show up... He was supposed to be here an hour ago...* His mind wandered back to his assistant, for some reason, he felt like he should be connecting the two somehow. * They don't have anything in common... or not that I would know about... Where did I hear the thing about the eye?! I'm too young to start losing my mind!* He rubbed his head in defeat and sighed. "So what do you think about moving the JENOVA Project, Hojo?"
###
*Sooo. Wanna know what happened while you were away Vinny?*
Vincent rolled over, half conscious, and smacked his alarm clock off the night stand. It clattered loudly to the floor and clinked against a few empty beer bottles. "Not really... But I suppose you'll show me any way..." His voice trailed off as he stood stiffly and meandered to his bathroom. "Could you be useful for once and tell me where I'm supposed to be?"
*...Why would I do something silly like that? Now... Who was it last night? Oh yeah! Dag's wife! Lookie!*
Vincent shuddered and felt himself drop from his own reality into his tormentor's. The world seemed to spiral out of the darkness and into a hazy reproduction of Heidagger's living room. He shuddered at the sound of nearby copulation, a tell tale sign to the end of a story he'd seen a hundred times. Xavier was whimpering at the closed off bedroom door and scratched loudly, trying to be let in. Beside Vincent was a jacket, both familiar and radically foreign at the same time. It was too small for him and the texture of the cloth was uncomfortable to his skin. Xavier paced in front of the door for a moment, then stopped, seeming to notice a presence near him. He let out a loud low whimper and started pacing again.
*Can we just stop this now? I hate this.*
*Because you need to figure something out before that something bites you in the ass.*
*You know it don't you?*
*Yeah.*
*Then just tell-*
The rotwieler started howling and barking ramming it's sharp claws into the dark wood of the bedroom door. Vincent watched in shock as Xavier went into his trained attack mode and tried to claw down the door.
*No one said the attack command... What's going on?*
*Pretty puppy smells fresh kill. Pretty puppy's mommy's dead Vinny. And there was no one around to stop it,* the voice taunted loudly, *Now, I'll give you a clue, he's got black hair, and Wutian eyes.* The vision faded slowly back to his bathroom, and Vincent confronted his reflection bleakly. *I know a seeecret, I know a seeecret!* the voice trailed off in it's sing song lilt and left Vincent naked on the cold tile floor.
"I know a secret, I know a secret..."
***
"Hold on! Don't let the door close please! Damn it." The girl sighed and paged another elevator gloomily. She paced for a moment waiting for one to come to her. She blew into the first one to open and nearly knocked over the tall young man that had peeked out to see if someone was getting on. Her papers fluttered around the tiny confides of the shaft and settled chaotically around their feet. "I'm sorry!"
"Uh... Watch where you're going next time. Are you okay?"
"Yeah... Man... " She stared disdainfully at the lab reports strewn around the man's feet as he reached down and started gathering them for her.
"Late for some great scientific break through?" He scanned the papers momentarily before she snatched them from him.
"That's none of your business! These are classified papers sir!"
He grinned up at her. "Yeah so?"
She humphed at the man in blue jeans, "You'd think you were a Turk the way you just think you can read anything you want."
He sneered at her and thrust his hands in his pockets. "I wonder why..."
"What was that?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to offend you." He nodded to her and flashed a disarming smile, stepping out of the door and into the science hall.
She blinked at him as he walked away, not even realizing she was supposed to get off on that floor.
"Hey wait a minute!! That was my floor!!!!!"
***
'You're late again, Turk," was the first thing he heard when he stepped through the door into the head science office. Vincent shot a pointed glance at the rather roughed up looking speaker.
"Shut up, Hojo."
"Please don't get started up you two. I have a headache."
"We'll start the meeting when my wife gets here. If that's convenient for you, Valentine."
"What part of shut up do you not understand?"
"Go back to your home country, you piece of trash."
"Hypocrite."
"Boy's, be nice. Hey! You were the guy on the elevator! Why are you here?"
"Uh... I'm the body guard for the science department."
The woman blushed and laughed a little. "You ARE a Turk. Oh."
"Stop flirting with my wife, Valentine."
"Will you two STOP it. I do not feel like listening to this all the way to Neiblehiem, and the entire time we're there. Do you understand me?" Vincent bowed slightly in apology and Simon glared. " I wanted to talk to you all because we got the funding, and the facilities. We're heading out on November 7th. We will be there, at the most, six years. We will leave for two weeks every eight months. Mr. Valentine will be our escort. I want no trouble out of either of you two. Mrs. Hojo, I need to brief you on our current test schedule. All right? Good."
Vincent and Simon ventured another hateful glare at each other.
***
"I don't want you going near the Turk while we're there, Lucretia."
"Why not?"
"Wutians can't be trusted. They're prying and thieves and carry all kinds of foreign diseases."
"Simon, that's not very nice. He was a perfect gentleman to me."
"I'm sure he was. Look. I have reason to believe that he isn't all he seems to be."
"How so?"
Simon rolled over onto his side to look her in the eye as she packed her suit case. "I think he..." Simon paused, his face twisted in disgust, "likes men... And I think he's-"
"Got a crush on you?"
Simon nodded grimly.
"I doubt it sweetie." She folded her last sweater and tucked it away.
"But... That's not all. I think he's that killer. It makes sense!" Simon sat up and looked Lucretia sternly in the eye. "They never did find the men's bodies!"
"Oh hush. For a scientist, you can be completely irrational." She leaned over and pecked her husband on the cheek.
***
"...blood covered the halls..."
"...Turkish attack dog found shot to death outside of the house..."
"... Wife of the Head of Urban Safety Control appears to have been the next victim..."
"No forensic evidence on body..."
"...left high heel stolen, like all the other victims..."
"Still no suspects."
"...Investigation continues..."
*Come on Vinny, what's the matter? Can't take a hint?
Guess what.
I know a secret, I know a secret...*