A/N: Sorry people. I'm laaaaaaazy. I always said I would next weekend, but I didn't. ^^' Oops! Really really sorry! Please forgive me!

Eeererr, warning, twisted hallucination twisted, abusive, one sided Ozbert, sort of.

Disclaimer: Sadly I no own.

Oz POV

Dad wasn't even home. He never knew I snuck out. Which makes it all the easier to sneak out again. Even if "home", aka where the family keeps me, isn't exactly a bad place what with it being a maze complete with ceilings, floors, and walls made of only the darkest, dreariest stone with brainwashed shark sentries, eel spies, and an aquatic chain guard lurking around the outside on the off chance I escape where I get to eat whatever servant has recently died, or I got hungry enough and killed, and the entire thing is complete with a lack of windows or exits at all except for one well hidden one-lovely place, isn't it?- I don't fancy sticking around. Let's see, out of the servant's exit, and there's the chain. It's obviously a play on the word "Clownfish". Stripy fish with clown makeup and a gesture hat, oh, and sharp teeth, razor fins, and the ability to trap things in the 3 balls it is constantly juggling. It scared me when I was two, but I'm waaaaaay older than that now. Fifteen to be exact. He's not exactly observant though. I can literally swim right by him if I want to. I once did actually. Nothing! I'm not sure it knows what I look like and/or what exactly it's supposed to be guarding. Ah, but enough of this boring stuff! Time for some action!

I've heard that there's supposed to be a ship tonight! Schools of fish are excellent gossips. Usually annoying, but this was helpful at least. I'm hoping that my pretty little prey might be on it. If not, well, I've always wanted to sink a ship!

Speaking of pretty little prey, I wonder if he's lost his mind by now…

Gil POV

Everyone is sure I've lost my mind. Even I'm pretty sure when I'm sane enough. The doctors have confirmed that I indeed have mermonster blood in me, and rather powerful blood at that.

I'm the only one who sees the damn contract though!

I've asked all of them. Except Vince. He's already worried sick about me. None of me can see the blood red contract on my chest. I on the other hand can't stop seeing it. I've also been handcuffed after accidentally shooting someone to what would be death and then some if they weren't part of my family. In other words, I gave Alice… or maybe Alyss… another reason to hate me.

Now I'm strapped to a table in the infirmary, still wounded. It would have healed, if I weren't constantly hallucinating and running from the fake Vessalius. It's just so real though! Lately he's gone beyond just threats and chases, he's been hurting me and forcing himself on me!

Speaking of which, he just kissed me and bit my tongue in half.

My body is littered in bite marks, all of which hurt like they're real and some of which aren't just bites, he ripped chunks out of me like a shark! I jerk against my bonds, screams distorted and gurgling from the blood filling my mouth. He's drinking it, tasting me all over with his tongue.

"Such a pretty thing… why are you making me hurt you?"

With that, he rips open the old wound again. I let out another gargled scream. My head slams back on the table. I could have sworn there was a pillow there…

I feel like I'm drowning, something you'd think I'd have gotten used to by now, from the blood. I try to breathe through my nose… until the Vessalius repeats,"I don't want to hurt you, but you aren't giving me a choice little prey…" and snaps it.

Oh Glen Oh Glen Oh Glen Oh Glen! I'm going to drown in my own blood! I try to scream for Vincent, for the doctors, for anyone, but all that comes out is a sick, thick bubbling sound.

Vincent comes in and pats my cheek, telling me to wake up and swallow. I'm not sleeping though, and I don't want to swallow my tongue! What if the other half is still in there?

Vincent POV

That Vessalius brat! If I ever see him again I'm going to personally flay him and cook him on a grill and then eat his flesh if I ever see him again! I don't know exactly what he did to my poor Nii-San, but he's been wrong ever since that day. Speaking of which… I should probably go check on him…

When I get to the infirmary, I feel the rage building up again. Gil… what has he done to you? He's writhing around on the bed and gurgling his own spit…

I walk over to him and pat his cheek a few times.

"Nii-San? Wake up Nii-San, swallow," I tell him. He shakes his head. I sigh and tilt his head to the side, covering his eyes. It usually seems to work… somewhat. The spit runs out of his mouth and he gasps a few times breathing properly again.

"In-et?" he asks. Was that supposed to be my name?

"I'm here. It's not real," I tell him.

"Aht… real?" he echoes back. He stops squirming and relaxes. "Not real… of course not! That'd be crazy! He can't get on land. Thanks Vincent."

"Any time Nii-San," I tell him, letting go.

I'm going to kill that brat.

Kill him as slowly as I can.

"Hey Nii-San… if I had to go, do you think a doctor could help?" I ask him.

"Well… maybe. Did you get called out on a mission?" he asks.

"You could say that." A personal mission.

"Alright. See you when I come back," he says.

"Bye."

I go to prepare a ship, a small, strong one. We'll be eating mermonster tonight!

Oz POV

A prisoner ship? Oh wait, a Pandora prisoner ship! I wonder what's in there! These people usually have portholes, don't they? I find one and peak in. I almost laugh. A centaur wearing glasses? That somehow sounds like the start of a joke. He's chained of in a horse pen of all things! That's both funny and humiliating. It'd be like putting me in a giant fish bowl… suddenly not so funny.

Last I heard, centaurs know some pretty strong magic, right? I wanted to sink the thing anyways, so why not sink it, take down some Pandora agents (maybe a Baskerville or two if I'm lucky), and get a centaur to owe me a favor!

I stir up some rough waves. Hydrokinesis is the best. It's actually the Vessalius's main ability. Only we can control water like this. I'm not quite as good at it as the rest of my family, but I'm the only one with blades on my arms. Particularly helpful in situations like now when the people drop anchor. You'd think they'd learn to use something stronger than rope by now.

I laugh. They're all running around the deck trying to keep themselves a float. How cute. They think they have a chance!

I make waves crash against them from both sides. I only meant to tip it over, but it breaks instead! I laugh in twisted glee. More waves! More destruction! This is beautiful! I smash the hull apart, breaking the whole thing into small pieces. I finally hear the screams of Vessalius. Yeah… this isn't exactly the brightest crew, is it? Or, wasn't anyways. They won't last much longer. Once the ship is reduced to driftwood, I remember about the centaur… s. What the heck? One or two is understandable, but 15?! Did they want to start a centaur ranch? Maybe centaur racing? Or do they have a serious problem with the library or something? Little known fact, centaurs are a tad obsessed with knowledge. Since the Barma's came to power, it hasn't exactly curbed that trait. They're usually a fairly neutral species though? Why would they need fifteen?! Well, either way, I guess I ought to save them. I hate the taste of horse. Oh… I think the one with glasses is drowning. I push some driftwood over for him… and then it breaks. This is going to be a loooooong day…

Much later, I manage to get all fifteen back to land. They better know how much they owe me! Most of them run off. I faceshore, like a facepalm, but with the shore. The glasses one stays though.

"You're a Vessalius, aren't you?" he asks, innocent enough.

"Yes. I'm also the one who saved you all. Now, I need a favor from you."

He starts looking worried,"Wh-What…?"

"I need legs."