In my head Chapter 2, a swat fanfic

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.

Thanks to: johnnyrox, Joralie

Chapter 2: Paranoia's Wake

Rain steadily poured while she tried with all her might to break free of their grasp as they drove onto the dead hour of the night. Raindrops mingled with the tears on her on her cheeks as they dragged her by her long hair to an empty room.

The room was filled with the thick aroma of blood and rotting flesh. Her shoes were then removed and she was forced to walk to a floor of needles, blades, thumbtacks, broken glass, and red burning charcoal. The sole of her feet crackled as it instantly charred on the low flames of the charcoal and was put out by her blood as she walked across, with pain.

Just when she thought they were through with her. They forcefully made her sit and bullets were placed in between her fingers and toes, and were then tightly bound by ropes… she screamed in agony as more tears streamed down her cheeks. Large nails were then hammered to the tip of her fingers and toes. They finally removed the ropes and bullets, only to wrench out her fingernails and toenails… and bend her slim fingers and toes on the opposite direction, causing its bones to break. And an electric tape was then wrapped around each of her wrist tightly and in seconds, her hand turned cold and purple with the lack of blood. Red eyes narrowed with discontent and anger… the woman was too weak to even scream out her pain. Wrenches were then slipped to her arms and were slowly tightened until it gave a cracking sound, indicating that the bones have been broken.

A hammer then collided with her shins, bruising her skin and breaking the bone beneath. Her arms were slammed on a damp and stinky table and were quickly crushed by an anvil. Broken bottles were planted on her legs, as her cries of pain were ignored.

Crazed laughter drowned her gargling screams as they removed her teeth one by one and bit by bit. A hot soldering iron poked into her bleeding mouth and burned her tonsils… and finally the red eyes gleamed with full happiness as the words 'I'm finally free' were etched on the dying woman's back. A hot skewer then pierced her heart… and the deed was done.

9-9

Gamble narrowed his eyes as he reread the report on the latest person that was found dead.

"Another one?"

"Linda Varee... a college student from Miami." He diverted his gaze to the new-comer. "The killings get sicker every passing day."

"What do you mean?" She said and looked at the pictures. "You're right…" She wrinkled her nose. "It seems you're not going anywhere with this kind of performance." She said. "And guess what, Brian? You're given till the end of the month to get our man."

"What!" He said. "What's your plan for us, then?"

"Actually… I'm not even supposed to tell you that before Dan does… I'm not allowed to help." She said. "I'm only here for evaluating purposes only."

"Evaluating purposes?" Deke said entering the room and quickly snatching the report from Gamble's hand.

"Yes… evaluation ONLY! Strictly no help from me…"

She turned around and met their disappointed looks. "Look…" She sighed. "I can't…"

"We understand, Vehemence." Deke sighed.

"FINE!" She laughed. "As long as this doesn't get out to Fuller… I'll help just a little… so here's the- OUCH! Deke you're crushing my bones!" She yelped.

"Thank you SO MUCH!" Deke said. "I could just squeeze you!"

"I think you are." Jim laughed out loud.

"Sorry…" He said shyly, and letting go of his tight hug.

"So anyway… here's the plan… why not get every single tape… every single autopsy report… let's study them… no one sleeps until we find something in them that's the same. We have less than three weeks to work on it… so why not at least stay up for a whole day or so to find the clues and we'll celebrate later."

"WE?" Fuller smirked. "Gen. Vehemence… you were supposed to stay out of S.W.A.T.'s business."

"Okay, then, Fuller. THEY have less than three weeks to work on it… let's make a little wager here, and I hope you don't mind… who ever kills the guy… gets an instant promotion… how's about that?"

"Sure…" Fuller smirked. "But if the guy still runs loose… they're all fired." He sneered and left.

"That moron's making my blood boil." She narrowed her eyes and looked at each of her comrades. "After this… things will never be the same."

"What do you mean?" Gamble said.

"Don't ask any more questions, Brian."

9-9

"It's cold…" He said, rubbing his hands together.

"Shut up and just follow me." She said.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"No where… I just want to go out somewhere I can talk to you in private…"

"Why?"

"I like you, Brian… I really do." She said.

"Yeah… and I'm the king of mankind." He laughed.

"I'm serious, Brian."

He laughed. "I'm sure you are."

"Fine!" She rolled her eyes. "Let's get back to Headquarters."

9-9

Red eyes looked deep into his as hot soldering iron came closer to his irises. A loud scream escaped the man's lips as blood came pouring down his cheeks, making it look as if he's crying blood.

Hot skewers were then planted on his wrists, feet, and shoulders… and at his back was etched that same word, every single person the soldering iron came across with. As red eyes gazed with mixed emotions, the man was placed in a hot oven and was cooked alive for everyone to smell.

9-9

"This is just too much to take." Gamble said, running outside the morgue and emptying his stomach on the side-walk.

She looked at her comrade and laughed. "Hey, Gamble… I'm sure the street cleaners would really get upset if they see your present."

"It's not funny… the smell of the guy just sickens me to much." He coughed.

"Don't worry, we'll see more of those, I think."

"What makes you think so?" He said, dusting his shirt.

"I mean, we'll all watch the tapes, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

9-9

Deke winced for the umpteenth time as they watched the latest tape containing nothing but a music vedeo of some sort. "What kind of people would make such vedeos!"

"Vehemence!" Gamble yelled. "You know that song?"

"What song?"

"The one playing in the background with the vedeo."

"No, why?" She said, pausing the tape. "Does it have anything to do with the homicides?"

"Don't you know those songs? A person from mental composed it… and the songs were sold to the band Paranoia's Wake, which is the band playing in the vedeo. The one playing right now is their first song; My Plea."

"Can you give me any clue to how the freakish band is linked to our case?"

"Well, here are the lyrics of the song. I'm sure you'll find links to it." He said, handing her a CD from his bag. "What? I like listening to that."

She narrowed her eyes and read it out loud.

Come to me my patron,

I'm calling forth thee,

Come to pull the trigger

To end my misery…

My hatred and my pain, are

Caught up in a little box

Dig your teeth into my flesh,

Come now and taste my blood. Coz…

Pain's the beautiful ecstasy

And hell's my paradise

Blood sacrifice is my party,

Like rainbows in the sky…

My plea, oh great patron,

With thy eyes, it's shown...

"Who listens to those things?" Deke shivered and rubbed his arm. "I'm getting the goose bumps just listening to it."

"I get it." She said. "Our man's a Satanist."

"Nope… I think the guy's just an atheist."

"What makes you think so, TJ?"

"Nothing…"

"Hell and blood sacrifices? Doesn't it ring any bell to you?"

Gamble narrowed his eyes as the tape came to an end... "Wait... rewind the tape and pause it. I think I saw something out of the ordinary."

Vehemence laughed but did as she was told. "What now?"

"Can you reap this in CD form?"

"Yeah I can... why?"

"I can see some writing on it... I just can't make it out."

"Give me five minutes to do it." She paused. "Done!"

"Let me see!" Gamble yelped, pushing his way to the monitor. "Wow, brilliant!"

"What do you mean 'brilliant'?" She yelped. "The vedeo shows blood sacrifices behind them, and you tell me it's brilliant?"

"I actually find it brilliant." Gamble laughed. "I mean at least they know how to torture people better than the people before."

"It's not funny, Brian." Deke said alarmed. "The darn thing just creeps me out."

Vehemence laughed. "It disgusts me."

"Anyway... got any idea what's the only thing in common with the tape and the homicides?"

"LV..." Boxer murmured.

"What the hell are you murmuring Boxer? I mean all of the sudden you're in the group." Gamble snapped.

"I said LV. The letters LV is in the tape... here..." He said, pointing at an etched word on the tape.

"LV... what does it satnd for?" Street said. "Linda Varee?"

"The girl's dead for pete's sake!" Sanchez snapped.

"I'll look it up at C.I.A. headquarters... maybe they have some clue about it."

9-9

Blood came running down the woman's head as a hammer collided with it. Red eyes watched with much pain, as the older woman was dragged to the other side of the room... then after gargled screams were heard from the corner... as red eyes came to the room... the picture of the maimed woman greeted the eyes of the red-eyed child...

9-9

"Lynne." Gamble cleared his throat.

"You got any clue yet?" She smirked.

"Our man's a Landon Vermine." He said, giving her a brief report. "He's spent at least five years in prison, and was released last, last month."

She nodded as she read the report. "So got any plans?"

9-9

Red eyes danced with joy as a woman crawled and begged for dear life. The woman was quickly pushed away by a sledge-hammer, causing her to vommit blood on the floor. Gloved hands picked up the woman and threw her towards to wall as if she were dried leaves. Her shoulder cracked as they were folded backwards... thin skewers were then poked on her fingertips and were slowly heated until the woman screamed with agony and a sickening smell of cooked flesh soon escaped the woman's body. She was soon stripped of her shoes and socks, then hot iron was pressed on them until it bubbled and turned crisp under the heat. At that, it was done, and the word were etched upon her back... and she was beheaded.

9-9

Gamble closed his eyes as he listened intently at the latest tape that came with the woman that seemed to be more than cooked for his desire.

"Gamble... got anything new?" Vehemence frowned. "Or are you spending your time for relaxation?"

"New song of Paranioa's Wake... they call it Eternal One." He opened his eyes, handing her the lyrics of the song

"Let me see." She growled.

Oh my dear warrior, so galant so bold

Let me show you what's inside my world

Oh mighty one, fly with me

And I'll show you your fantacies

Walk to the edge

And to thy end

To death and decay, we'll be as one

Now my love, now you see

Death is the way to be free

He laughed as she wrinkled her nose.

"These songs should be banned from public..."

"Aparently, people like it... each album sells like hotcakes." Gamble laughed.

"Yeah, I'm sure the guy killing all those innocent people would be thrilled to hear that he's got one more recruit."

Gamble chuckled. "Not really."

She smirked. "Not really a fan of that?"

9-9

Blood tickled down his nose after knuckles of steel collided with it. He cried with pain as hot skewers were poked into his already bloddied nose, making it bleed even more and cooking his flesh inside, giving him a first-hand sniff on his cooked flesh. Red eyes looked with emptiness as the man was thrown all over the room, causing his bones to violently crack at every second he hit the cemented walls. The words that were etched on every single person that were placed in the room were burned into his chest. Every bit of his hair were then burned, with it still attached to his scalp... and with the heat, his brain started to lose water and later caused his very end.

9-9

Gamble narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the newly arrived corpse that was identified as Landon Vermine; the guy he was rooting that killed those poor innocent people.

"What's wrong?" Vehemence yawned

"Our man; Landon's dead... he was found yesterday on the same spot those people were found... with another tape."

"I'm pretty sure you're growing closer to your guy... as odd as it may seem... you might just be the guy to kill that thing." She said.

Gamble laughed. "I doubt it Vehemence... I'm sure Street's already got it by now."

"Oh really?" She smirked.

Street looked confused at he entered. "What?"

"You got the person who kills those people?"

"I thought Linda Varee did it?"

"She's dead for pete's sake man! We've already said that to you lots of times already!"

"Right." He said.

9-9

Red eyes flowed with tears as a woman infront that seemed to be older, tried hard to cover the bruises all over her face and body.

"I'm okay honey, daddy's just in a bit of a bad mood."

Red eyes gleamed with pure concern and burned with much hatred as the woman exited the room.

"What the hell are you doing here you freak?" The man screamed as red eyes glowed with sheer rage, and it was soon followed by the man's screams of pain and there was silence. The red-eyed child smirked and exited the damp room.

Author's note: Now I wonder who that red-eyed child is... lolz... well it took me SO long just to rewrite the whole thing and pull it back together, considering I'm SO busy lately and I lost the whole file of In My Head due to some probs in my pc... well anyway, hope you liked it and hope it lived up or should I say died to your expectation... I'm still open for flames and such... just attack my grammar, my spelling,or my plot... not me, lolz.