Mystery/Suspense/Romance

"It's the same as the last five murders." The man sighs heavily and sits down on the small wooden chair that was next to his partner. The other man grabs the manila folder that his partner violently threw on the table minutes ago. A typical murder in Midgar, but the victim was another scumbag. The man preyed on small children and dead bodies for his personal, sexual enjoyment. For weeks, random people have been murdered in Midgar all with a disturbing background. The citizens of Midgar didn't know if they should mourn or rejoice.

"Should we just let this Gaia wannabe continue this massacre?"

The spiky-haired blond looks up at his partner. "Someone misses these people, no matter what they may have done in the past."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Do-the-Right-Thing." The darker man said as he rolled his eyes. "If some sicko is killing worse sickos so we can all see another day then why should we do anything about it?"

The blond swiftly stood up and the chair flew backwards. The blond's beautiful cerulean eyes pierces through his partner. "Barret, we joined the force to stop murderers, not let them get away!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Don't get loud with me! It was just a thought!"

"What the hell is going on in here?"

The two angry men turned their heads to face the raven-haired man that just entered the room. "Nothing Captain Angeal" The blond responds through gritted teeth. He turned to Barret, who is staring intently at him. "Barret and I were just discussing the case."

"Well, get out here and examine this body." Angeal replies in a nasty tone. "I wanna be home in enough time for dinner."

Once Angeal was out of earshot, Cloud cut his eyes at Barret. "We'll continue this conversation another time, Barret."

"Whatever, Cloud. Let's just do what we gotta do so we can go home."

The wind ripples through the man's long, silver hair as he approached the back door of the apartment complex. He opens the back door with ease and proceeds to walk up the stairs to the fifth floor and down the hall to the last door on the right. The man knocks on the door three precise times and waited for a couple of moments before a pair of crimson eyes greets him. The red-eyed man steps aside, allowing the green-eyed man to enter his humble, yet simple, abode.

The red-eyed man closes the door and went into the kitchen. The silver-haired man sat comfortably on the couch and sat a metal briefcase on the coffee table in front of him. The raven-haired man came back with two glasses filled with red liquid.

"It's the usual" The raven-haired man said as he hands his guest the glass.

"Not surprised." The other man replies. "You're always so simple, Valentine, which is why I respect you a lot."

The two men hit their glasses together and the raved-haired man sat on the other couch that was across from where his guest is sitting.

"From what I've seen on the news, you left no traces." The silver-haired man said after he took a couple of sips of wine. "As usual, great work Vincent."

"That particular victim cried until his death. That was a first." Vincent replies as he took a sip of his wine. Begging and bargaining is typical during his kills, but tears from beginning to end is a first.

The silver-haired man snorts. "I kind of wish I was there to see that. Anyway, back to the original reason as to why I'm here, your pay is inside the briefcase." The silver-haired man points out the briefcase on the coffee table. "Take a break for a couple of days. I'll have another one for you next Monday. I still have to investigate before I assign you the scum."

"You know how to reach me whenever you find everything."

The man nods and continued to drink his wine. When he was finished, he sat his empty glass on the coffee table and went to the door. The raven-haired man is right behind him after he also finishes his wine and sat his glass down.

"Be prepared to travel." The silver-haired man says as he turns to face his raven-haired accomplice. "This one can't stay in one place for a long period of time."

The raven-haired man replies with a nod. "Sephiroth."

"Vincent." Sephiroth returns the nod before pivoting on his heels and leaving the apartment.

"Tifa Lockhart! Get your behind in the kitchen and grab your lunch so we can go! You're gonna make us late!"

"I'm coming, Papa!"

The young woman runs down the stairs, shoving a piece of toast in her mouth and putting on her right shoe at the same time. She grabs her lunch from the counter in the kitchen and went into the living room and snatches her purse. Her father came running down the stairs and into the living room.

"Do you have everything you need?" The woman nods and shoves the rest of her toast in her mouth. "Don't oversleep again, okay?"

"Sorry Papa. You know I'm studying really hard to get my Master's."

"Yeah, I know. C'mon, let's get going before we're both late for work."

The young woman smiles at her father and both of them left their home. Once they were inside Tifa's car, her father begins fumbling through the radio stations to tune into his usual station he listens to every morning.

"Detectives in Midgar found another victim that is linked to the other murders in Midgar. The people of Midgar are at a stalemate. Should they rejoice or be afraid? Whoever this serial killer is, he or she has ridden Midgar of its notorious criminals."

"I would be scared to live in Midgar." Tifa sorrowfully says as she continued to listen to the radio host.

"I wonder what the police are doing about this." Papa spoke. "It makes you wonder who is in charge of hiring people at the police department. It doesn't matter why the murders are happening, but rather than who is committing them and busting them so people can be at ease at all times."

"I hope nothing like that happens here."

"Nibelheim is a quiet town so I doubt."

"I don't know about that, Papa. A quiet town is usually where serial killers are born."

"Thank you for creeping me out before my shift."

Tifa giggles. "Sorry."

Tifa arrives at her father's job shortly after the radio host took a break. She kisses her Papa good-bye on the cheek. The elder man returns the gesture, grabs his lunch, and heads inside the factory. Tifa gave her usual wave to her father and drove towards the youth center where she currently works at.