Me: Time for the next chapter already.

GS: Hehe… Delphi. That's kind of a funny name.

Me: … Haha… it is, isn't it?

GS and Me: (laughing slightly)

Me: Enough about that. Looks like Naomi got in over her head.

GS: You think? She joined a cult-like organization bent on destroying man kind.

Me: …. Yeah… oh well, DISCLAIMER!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Trauma Center because Atlus does. I own Michael's (or Hans) name because… well, they were too lazy to give him one. Gah…

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Delphi: Under Wraps

First Job

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It was a dark and dreary place Michael had brought her to, illuminated a faint orange by small lights. Nozomi saw the outlines of other Delphi members, all of which, stopped working and looked back with leering deadpan eyes. "Keep moving…" Michael hissed. She shot a glare at his back, but kept walking, staying a few feet behind him. It was either follow him, who she just recently met, or fall prey to those other members. They disappeared into a door, entering a room that appeared an OR and lab combined. She felt her stomach flip when she realized there was already a victim resting on the operating table, their skin bleach white and eyes practically sealed shut.

"Come here 'doctor'…" he ordered, standing by a counter. A few familiar vials resided on the counter along with a syringe, scalpel, forceps, and the works for operating. Michael was writing something down quickly, not even looking up as she stopped before him. He set the pen down and looked up at her. She was amazed he was actually looking at her face, not her chest, as he spoke, "There are a few rules for you that you must follow."

Nozomi nodded slowly, feeling her skin crawl slightly. Michael walked over to the man lying on the table, "As I said earlier, your job is to operate on our subjects. We're looking just for the effects of the GUILT on the body, not the effects of GUILT working with another disease."

"So, I have to operate and get rid of anything other than GUILT?" she asked.

Michael nodded, "Yes… now, the other rules… You're not allowed to leave until the job is done. Trying to escape means you'll be the next one on this table. Next, you do not mention anything outside this building. That will result in either disciplinary actions or being a subject as well… Also, do not attempt to destroy any of the GUILT. I will only warn you once when you cross the boundary. The second time will be severe disciplinary actions or facing our Leader. Is that clear?"

"… Yes," she sighed, clenching her fists.

He smirked, "Good… now, today we'll be observing our newest creation. It's located in this subject's liver. You will rid of anything that interferes with its progress and follow any orders I give you, got it?"

"…Right…" Nozomi replied quietly, picking up the supply tray off the counter and bringing them over to the operating table. She moved back to the small sink in the room, washed her hands and slipped the gloves on before returning to the man's side, "Let's… get started."

The monitors beeped, signaling the man's life, the slow rhythm of the heartbeat and vitals, which were in the low 60s. She proceeded as if it was a regular operation, ignoring Michael who stood right next to her. She applied the antibiotic gel and switched to the scalpel, making a quick incision to the patient's upper abdomen. The blood that stained her gloves was an unhealthy shade of crimson, almost a dark brown or straight black.

"It's working perfectly…" Michael whispered.

Nozomi shuddered, horrified as she looked at the man's liver. Three abscesses, all a different color, sat on the failing organ, each emitting something into the tissue and de-coloring it. Her eyes noticed a small lump formed in the organ. "It might be a tumor…" she said, grabbing the ultrasound nearby. Sure enough, the waves brought the hidden mass to vision.

Michael shook his head, "You know what to do Weaver…"

She bowed her head, grabbing the scalpel off the tray again and made a second incision, exposing the cytoplasm. She continued with the Powell Procedure, draining the cytoplasm and cutting the exposed black mass out of the organ. With the forceps, she set the tumor in a small tray and returned to the liver, applying the small patch and gelling it to place, her eyes examining for anything else in the meantime. She spotted another lump in a mere second. Filling the syringe, she injected the liquid stabilizer and began to reach for the ultrasound to remove the next one.

Michael grabbed her wrist, "Hold on…"

"What?" Nozomi looked back at him sharply, but he just nodded his head to the GUILT victim. She looked down and nearly gasped as she watched the lump move to the edge and eventually disappear from sight. "What the…?!" she looked closely at the liver. Suddenly, a small vapor of orange gas rose from the organ, followed closely by a green vapor and purple vapor. She moved back and held her breath as three, small white creatures crawled out of the tissue and onto the deteriorating organ. Each one held a different color: green, purple and orange.

'Is this the new GUILT Michael's talking about?' she thought, watching in horror as the small parasites move around slowly, their long, spindly claws propelling them forward. Her fingers itched to pick up the laser and try to kill them as she heard the monitor dropping quickly. Michael was quiet, watching the small bugs with great interest as they continued emitting vapors.

"A defense mechanism…" he muttered, "Good. Collect some of those vapors with the drain for additional analyzes."

Nozomi nodded and reached for the drain. Her hands were shaking, her fingers reaching for the scalpel instead. Maybe she could cut the little bugs. Michael's eyes flashed and he handed the drain to her instead, "Don't try anything funny now."

"…" she took the drain from him and followed his orders, collecting each other the colored vapors with the drain carefully, each one separated into different containers which he switch. As the last one finished filling, he smirked, holding it up and looking at the now purple liquid, "Perfect… that's all I need. Close this subject up."

He took the four drain containers over to the counter which gave her one chance to try. Quietly as possible, she picked up the scalpel and brought the bladed edge down on the green GUILT parasite. It immediately dodged the blade, emitting more vapors in fury, the other two following suit before they disappeared under the safety of the liver's tissue. She reached for the ultrasound but instead, her fingers brushed against a clod hand and wrapped around the suturing needle. Nozomi's breath caught in her throat and she looked up, meeting Michael's steely blue gaze, "Dr. Weaver… close the subject if you don't mind…"

She gritted her teeth, glaring at Michael for a second and began to close the man's abdomen, Michael's gaze boring into her back as she worked. Upon applying the gel and the final bandage, Michael grabbed her shoulders, causing her to drop the tools, and pulled her back, pinning her against the wall. "Look, Dr. Weaver…" he growled, looking her dead in the eye, "This is your only warning as I said. Our leader would not be pleased to have his perfected creations destroyed before they can be released. You agreed to this job…"

"More like I was forced…" she hissed, not breaking under her gaze.

He released her and stepped away, "Forced or not… don't tamper with the GUILT… that is, unless you want to place you life on the line…"

Nozomi rubbed her shoulders, glaring at his back. His grip had been rough and had probably left a bruise. Michael shook his head, "I'm taking you back to play 'doctor' at that hospital for today. Oh, and Ms. Weaver…" She looked up as he called her 'last name.' "… Make sure to remember all the rules… one of our professor's looking for new candidates for our leader's perfect image of death…" he finished.

She shuddered inwardly at his tone, but followed him out. God, she was glad to get to St. Francis the next day.

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Me: End of this chapter.

GS: … Hm… what happening next chapter?

Me: I think I'm gonna get the scripts and go from that… or maybe something for a more trust bond to form because they seem a little more friendly in the game.

GS: Sounds like a plan.

Me: …. Z-3.

Michael: (sighs)

Me: No! That was a perverted comment you!

Michael: (walks away)

Me: I'm not done with you! Come back here! (chases)

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