Title: In my head
Author: Princess-Asturia
Disclaimer: Look... I don't own wrestling, and I don't have enough money to pay if ever that the owners get mad...
Author's clarification: Just to separate the scenes coz I just found out now... well actually when I decided to check on how my fic looks like... it looked ugly... and to make up for the things I did wrong I decided to use some things to separate the scenes... so... if you would see a sign that goes like this... I just used numbers (9-9). And oh yeah, just for the record, this is a semi-AU thing coz Gamble didn't betray them and the Alex thing didn't really happen.
Chapter 1: Killer's paradise
Everyday I watch my blood pouring from my wrists
Every second I feel the pain that everyone inflicts
Staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but misery
Stealing lives from people oh so continually
Captain Fuller smugly smirked at both Street and Gamble. "You both know what the punishment for your actions are, right?"
Both men were silent; yes, they knew the prize of their failure, and they were sure to be removed from the team automatically.
"Well?"
Gamble repressed his urge to strangle the higher officer. And just licked his lips in order to insult the captain even more.
Jim on the other hand just nodded to acknowledge the fact that there might not be a chance for them to be placed back on the team. Then shifted his gaze to his comrade which in his view looked like he was about to commit murder.
"So, that's it then."
Gamble was about retort when their so called conversation was cut by a visiting officer.
"I hope you made room for my check up." The visiting officer sneered.
The three men looked at the newly arrived officer.
"Well?"
"Oh yes." He panicky said and turned to the two about-to-be ex-S.W.A.T.s. "I'll talk to both of you later when I've done with the evaluation with General Vehemence."
The general looked at Gamble and raised a brow. "You look like you're about to quit or something."
Gamble looked at the officer and frowned.
"Well don't… you'd just let Fuller here, win." The officer smirked. "Think about it."
9-9
"Damn, that officer's really making my blood boil."
"Were you really gonna quit back there?" Jim said grimly.
Gamble simply nodded.
Jim laughed. "Why? Fuller got into your head?"
"No!" He yelped. "Just can't stand the fact that we're getting our asses creamed just coz that woman couldn't hold still!"
"It's not her fault that she was scared."
Gamble grumbled.
9-9
The woman painfully moaned as cold steel slowly tore her flesh while red eyes seemingly danced with joy as it happened. Bit by bit, warm thick blood came rushing down the woman's leg.
Her blood-curdling scream finally escaped her open lips as the wound grew even wider as the blade came running up and down her trembling and pale leg.
Her scream echoed on the cold silent night, disturbing the silence that had insured the place.
She closed her eyes tighter and tighter as she felt the cold blade passed her fingers, cutting it off her hand. She bit her lips hard with pain, hard enough to draw blood from it, as the blade shifted from her hand to her knees, pushing it hard till it broke her bones and tore her flesh till it was no longer to attached her. She was then turned around, as her cries grew even more. Upon her flesh was etched the words 'I'm finally free' upon it.
Cold breeze entered the slightly open window of the room that made the foul stench of her blood engulf the entire place.
Crazed laughter covered her pleas for mercy. She drowned in her blood as cold steel cut into her elbow making more blood pour out of her already dying body.
9-9
"The body of Barbie Chang was finally found, rotting in a bin near the place where she was last seen. It had been reported that the so called woman had been missing for almost a week now. Neighbors said that a week before today, they could hear her screams from a certain abandoned house…"
Fuller changed the channel as the reporter continued about the dismembered woman. "So, I've got some work for you." He shifted his position to look at the four newly recruited S.W.A.T.s and two older S.W.A.T. members. "This has been happening for quite some time. I want all of you to tackle this problem… and this time, I won't accept any failures."
"I'll be accompanying you on this one." A voice suddenly boomed.
TJ looked at the direction of the newly arrived officer and laughed. "Captain, I never knew a super model would be joining us on the mission."
"Where'd you get the costume, hon… nearby party store?"
Red eyes narrowed at both men's retort. "What about you, soldier?"
"Men, meet General Lynne Vehemence of the CIA… She's going to be evaluating your mistakes. General," He said turning to the officer. "These are Hondo's men; TJ McCabe, Michael Boxer, Deacon Kaye, Chris Sanchez, Brian Gamble, and Jim Street."
The General smirked. "TJ McCabe and Michael Boxer? I'm making sure that I'm going to see every bit mistake you make, I'll be looking forward on seeing an excellent job, seeing you're Dan's men… you feel me, soldier?"
Both men swallowed hard and nodded.
"Ah… I it's good to see that mister strong arms here didn't quit." She raised a brow and walked towards Gamble. "You see Fuller, like I told yah, he's a special one."
9-9
I love the smell of blood on my hands
Hearing their screams makes me feel some kind of security
Coz digging my sword against their flesh
It makes me feel alive
His nails dug deep into the mattress as cold steel crisscross passed the pale flesh of his back. Thick and warm blood tickled down the already crimson bed, as more blood splattered on the air.
The man was then turned over just to meet the blood red eyes of his torturer. Crazed eyes stared back at him as the blade rushed towards his arm, cleanly cutting it off. He repressed his cries as a hot soldering iron ran through his chest, etching the words 'I'm finally free' into it.
A broad and satisfied smile formed across the slightly bloodied face of the slaughterer as more and more blood spilled across the man's body.
Mangled and dismembered, the man painfully cried as the blade came through his neck.
9-9
"Damn! Another homicide." Hondo said holding another folder.
"There seems to be lots of deaths lately." Sanchez scratched her chin.
"Another tape…"
TJ glanced over to the tape. "Yeah, I noticed. Vehemence, you got any clue about those things?"
"If I did, I could've told you, right?" She said smugly.
TJ rolled his eyes.
"I saw that." She scowled and turned to Hondo. "Dan, you got any ideas on how we could catch that homicidal freak?"
"Got nothing here as well." He laughed. "Anyway, since we're working our asses off and we're not even paid for our over-time, how does the bar sound?"
"Sounds like a winner to me, Hondo." Gamble laughed, tossing a folder on the desk. "Damn I really need to get me some rest."
"We better hurry up, then; it looks like Gamble here's got the hots for some lovin tonight." Boxer teased.
Gamble frowned. "It's not like you don't want some chicks."
"Hey man, I got my wife." He said.
"Let's not waste any time, and that's for both of you." Sanchez laughed. "You coming, Vehemence?"
"Nah… I got loads to do, plus… I don't think Jim here's going to like it when I come along, seeing how red he gets when I stare at him." She laughed.
Jim turned crimson.
"See?" She laughed even more.
"Never mind Street." Deke laughed. "Just have some fun every now and then."
"As much as I'd love to… I really need to go home." She smirked and winked at Jim that made him even redder.
They all laughed except for Jim, who in his opinion was not funny at all.
"See you bright and early tomorrow then, Vehemence." Sanchez waved.
"Call me Lynne; we're off our working hours a long time ago." She laughed and waved back.
9-9
It seemed like she was crying blood as needles kept entering her oculus. Moaning was the only way she could let out her pain. Red eyes sparkled with joy as the woman's tongue was placed inside a jar and with it were her ears and fingers.
Iron knuckles collided hard with her mandible, dislocating it and causing a cracking sound on the process making blood splatter on the torturer's face and in return caused the torturer's red eyes sparkle with joy even more.
A low moan escaped her opened lips as a hot screw driver pierced deep into her shoulder, burning through her flesh with ease until it exited through her back. More and more blood flowed to the floor that was now turning even more crimson.
The smell of her blood was all over the room, it seemed like the whole place had been like that. A smirk formed on the lips of the torturer as the girl was dragged to a tub filled with hot water.
She was then forced to sit down, and etching on her skin the words 'I'm finally free'. She finally saw the face of her torturer as the person stepped into the only place where light lingered to stay, and bear mute witness to the horror that was about to come.
9-9
She frowned. "Another damn murder!"
"Three murders this week. Our guy seems to be happier than the usual."
She looked at Hondo and raised a brow. "What do you mean, Dan?"
"According to the report last week, there had only been one victim since then. It had been reported that he only kills once a week." Hondo said examining the photos of the recently found cadaver. "He seems to enjoy writing the same stuff on his victims."
"I can see that." She rolled her eyes.
"Early, as usual." Sanchez smiled as she entered. "When are going to take some time off, Vehemence?"
"When all of this is done." She raised a brow. "Had a good night?"
"You can say that." She laughed. "Jim puked all the way to Ming dynasty last night."
"Really?" She smirked. "You mind telling me what you drank last night, Jimmy boy?"
He turned red as he entered. "Tequila." He said clearing his throat.
"You boys think you could drink just about everything you could get your hands on." She smirked and looked at their newly arrived comrade.
Gamble looked confused. "Why's everyone looking at me like that?"
Sanchez gave out a loud laugh that resembled that of a bark. "Gamble here entertained us the whole night, especially TJ, didn't you, Gamble?"
He frowned and turned away with shame. "I told you I don't want to remember that thing again."
"What did he do?"
"He did TJ a free lap dance for the road." Hondo laughed.
"I really did miss a lot, huh?" She laughed.
"Don't remind me." Gamble scowled.
"Hey TJ! Enjoyed the little intimacy Brian gave you?" Hondo teased.
TJ mumbled as he sat down the nearest chair. "I heard there's another murder."
"Yeah, TJ. Another one, it seems the freak's on a killer's paradise." She narrowed her eyes. "Three murders in a week's time. That IS a new record."
Sanchez examined the newly arrived photos. "This is by far the most gross of all pictures. Listen to this people," She said glancing over to the full report about the person's autopsy. "Her tongue was cut off, and was found in a jar together with her ears and fingers. Her mandible was snapped causing some of her bones to pierce her throat and over her buccal was a large bruise that resembled that of knuckles used by gangs. Her oculus was completely empty. And her shoulder had a wide puncture wound that had burns on it, seemingly it was caused by a hot object of some sort. Her back had burned words on it that seemed to be caused by a soldering iron…" She paused not bothering to continue reading the whole report. "How could he sleep at night?"
"I don't know, maybe he just closes his eyes." Jim laughed and noticed that no one found his joke funny, he cleared his throat.
Finally realizing that it's time for more serious point, they all cleared their throats and began to look up at all the recently reported homicide.
9-9
Killing; it makes me feel like I'm on top
This is the only thing that makes me happy
Tasting their blood removes all my insecurity
He screamed as his skin fell of the floor bit by bit. Clutching a bloody peeler, the torturer ushered more people to join and skin the man alive.
Red eyes widened with glee as hot steel pressed against the man's peeled arm slightly giving off a smell of burning flesh. He whimpered with pain as boiling oil came down from the top of his back down to his ankles, making his skin bubble up and getting slightly cooked. Insane screams floated into the cold night's breeze.
With a slightly powerful blow, a hammer smashed the man's trachea; breaking the skin in his neck and its vein instantly ending his life.
9-9
"More and more deaths." Hondo shook his head in dismay. "How does he do it? He kills people and leaves no mark. It's like he doesn't exists at all."
"Shower cap, goggles, surgical gloves, mask… and more stuff like the suits they use in fire." She said calmly, browsing over the autopsy of the recent victim.
"How'd you get that idea, Vehemence?" Jim reddened as she diverted her gaze to him.
"Seriously Jim, don't you read? Those materials are used in a crime scene investigation so that they won't transfer their own prints on the evidence. You should know that, you're S.W.A.T." She rolled her eyes. "I only thought of that the moment Dan spoke about the killer being that good. There's no such thing as a perfect homicide."
"Thank God she's on our team!" Deke hollered.
She chuckled. "You're pulling my leg Deke; it won't help you on my evaluation."
"I'm not pulling your leg; you really are good."
"How many years of CIA work. That's the secret." She laughed and returned to the report. "It seems to me that the killer's a bit of a cannibal as well… the man's back and arms were burnt. And listen to this… According to the diagnosis, there are two types of oil found on the back of the man. His own oil, and cooking oil. What does it mean, late night snack?"
"Yeah, but there wasn't any bite mark on him."
She narrowed her eyes as she scanned the photo. "His skin on his arm's missing, see?" She said holding the picture up.
9-9
He screamed in such pain as the soldering iron burned through his raw red flesh, burning through the words 'I'm finally free'. Taking a bread knife, it sawed across his ears, bit by bit; it cut through the cartilage and flesh. And blood spilled as the bread knife slowly made its way to the other end of his raw red ears.
Forcing him to sit down, they took out a chain saw and cut through his knees, splattering even more blood on the face of the red-eyed killer. And holding his hand, they forced him to hold tightly the burning end of the soldering iron, as he screamed with pain.
9-9
"Damn!" Gamble cried out as they saw a man crawling for his very life; almost drowning in his own blood.
Street drove faster, wanting to know what had happened to the man.
"What happened!" Sanchez cried.
"Blood! Eyes!" The man stammered. "Chain saw! Iron! Blood! Eyes!" The man stammered continually.
"What happened?" Boxer said. "Who did this?"
"Blood! Eyes!" He said, his voice growing lower and lower till his chest finally didn't rise.
Jim closed his eyes, feeling the pain for the person he held on his arms.
"What kind of a person would do that?" A voice came from behind.
Gamble shook his head. "I don't know exactly, but one thing's clear, we have to stop that person."
She knelt down and narrowed her eyes. "What's this?" She said holding his hand up high.
On his hand was a bagged tape, taped upon his skin.
"It looks like another tape."
"I know what it is, McCabe, thanks for explaining the obvious… what I meant was what's it got to do with the crime scene? We haven't really bothered to watch them."
"Only way to find out… we really need to watch it all ourselves."
Gamble frowned. "I noticed something, every person that died seems to have a tape attached to them, don't you think it's a bit odd that the killer puts tapes on every single victim he has?"
"Do you think that the person wants us to find out who he is?" Jim said.
"I doubt it…"
"Why?" Sanchez said puzzled.
"First of all, knowing those criminals, they make sure that they leave no mark. There's no fingerprint on every one of those cadavers that we found. If that person really wanted us to know his identity, he would have just placed lots of his prints all over the place."
"So what do you suggest he's doing?"
"If I know, I would've told you, right?" She said smugly.
Gamble laughed hollowly. "I think we should go back, I think those tapes would show us lots of stuff about our man."
"Either that or Gamble's just expecting it to be porn." Jim laughed.
"I'm not expecting it to be porn!" He retorted, his face turning slightly crimson.
The whole teamed laughed except for Gamble who thinks that the very idea of him wishing it would be porn was not at all to laugh about.
Author's note: Well? How'd you like my little slice of paradise? Hope you all liked it; I'm open to flames, though. I know that I didn't really make Gamble quit on this one, I just like his arms too much to make him quit.