"So..."
Dalton and his father both groaned, quickly finding themselves handcuffed together, and shackled to the floor with bags over their heads. They reached up with their free hands and wrenched the bags off and realized they were beneath the only light source in the dark area, a single hanging overhead circular light.
"Now that you two are conscious... I'd like to play a game with you."
They both turned around. They knew who was speaking, but neither of them could see where Valentine was located.
"The rules are simple; Entertain me. To do so, you have to escape from that handcuff... But with a twist. If you try to pull it off manually, I'll use my T-Virus power over magnetism to put it back on. No, you play by my rules."
"How about you go fuck yourself, you faggot!" Dalton's father called angrily, still barely able to support much weight - and he weighed quite a bit - on his wounded leg, courtesy of Valentine of course.
"I have a girlfriend, I have no further need to do that." Valentine taunted, then suddenly two serrated buck knives dropped from either side of the overhanging circular light. "You may begin arguing once you've clued in."
Both of them stared at each other in silence, the figurative loading bars slowly filling up above their heads for several long, painstakingly SLOW moments.
Then, like two rabid dogs fighting over a bone, they dove for the same knife, causing it to clatter far out of reach. They began punching and grappling each other for the second knife, grunting, snarling and swearing while accompanied the sound of the constantly rattling chains.
"Oooooooh, I wonder if they figured out what I meant directly... Not what I implied." Valentine spoke to himself in Russian, watching the proceedings with a very pleased expression on his face. "Oh well... They're damn close to retarded anyway, so no harm done."
Both of them didn't hear Valentine's Russian commentary, not that could understand it in the first place. They just continued fighting each other, desperately trying to escape from the clutches of someone they both heavily thought to be utterly insane. They didn't realize they'd both misinterpreted Valentine's meaning with the knives, even after about ten minutes of fighting and they both laid on their backs, panting for breath, with both knives far out of reach.
"Awww, looks like they broke." A female voice suddenly accompanied Valentine, causing Dalton to gasp sharply and look around for the set of six glowing blue eyes that went with it. "Pathetic humans, thinking they're better than us at our own game."
"I agree. At least the Raccoon City CCG put up a good fight... and a good show." Another female voice - older, but clearly purely Japanese - joined in.
"I second that motion." Another woman, American, chuckled darkly.
"Third!" A super bubbly voice chimed in with a very feminine giggle.
"What's the deal with the fat one's leg? What did you do to him, Val?" What sounded like the first voice spoke up, clearly having noticed the bandages on Dalton's father's leg.
"Shot him, by the look of it. Definitely putting that training to good use." A deep, heavily Russian accented voice rumbled through the darkness, sounding amused.
"Oh, you see, this was all training too." Another female spoke up, speaking oddly fast compared to everyone else. "Ain't that right?"
"I noticed the reference before you provided them with the knives, to be honest." A male, soft spoken Japanese voice spoke up, sounding like they were smiling. "A Yandere you are, but Jigsaw... You are not."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PIECES OF FUCKING SHIT?!" Dalton's dad scrambled to his feet, dragging Dalton up with him unceremoniously. "WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE YOUR LIVES A MISERABLE FUCKING HELL!"
"There's no need to yell..." Valentine suddenly spoke up as he stepped into the circle of light, quickly followed by his eight family members. All nine of them had their Kakugans active. "We're right here... And I'd love to see you try to make our lives a miserable fucking hell... From Hell." Valentine flashed his Yandere smile for a moment. "The little one's mine. Everyone else... enjoy the fat bastard."
"I must be getting too damn old for this crap." The CCG Investigator grumbled as he closed his notebook and slid his pen through the coil. "And I thought we all agreed you have to leave before we get here?"
"I'll let Valentine explain, since this was his idea." Tobias cut a very intimidating presense wherever he went, but that was no thanks to the fact he was six foot seven. But right now, in his sharp all black suit, with an unlit cigar firmly clamped between his lips, he was utterly relaxed.
"Where is Valentine?" The Investigator glanced around for a moment, unable to find him until he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Alright, Valentine, could you please explain what went on here? This looks like something out of one of those old Saw movies."
"Short and sweet version: Personal vendetta. I didn't like them. End of story." Valentine walked around to stand beside his father, somehow completely spotless in comparison to the clusterfuck of bright red that dominated the nearby circle of light from the hanging light fixture. They were in a warehouse - on Yuuki's recommendation, since it was barely ever used for storage, but still had foot traffic passing through it - with all of the lights on.
"So why did you involve your family?"
"I can only eat so much..." Valentine replied sassily, but then sighed before continuing. "I wanted to leave a message in the mind of the smaller one, after all the shit he's done to me, I decided to do things how I saw them fit." Valentine smirked, not even tempted to turn around and see the extent of his actions on Dalton, who was only minorly harmed by Valentine during the slaughter of his father right in front of him... While Valentine himself pulled out all the stops and personally caused Dalton's mind to utterly snap. He was still handcuffed to his father's corpse, his body shaking and his eyes deadened as he just sat with his knees up to his chest and one arm around his shins. "So, I enlisted the assistance of my sisters initially, but word spread fast and everyone decided to join me. The only person that I didn't allow to witness this was done for a special reason, I'm sure you'll understand."
"I get what you're saying... But was it really necessary to break the kid like that? Even for your family, that's overkill." The Investigator sighed, even after their family became protected by their diplomatic immunity when Umbrella finally crumbled three years after the Raccoon City Incident - when he was assigned to their special task force - he'd seen them all grow, develop and even get personal with some of their kills, just like this. Even Serenity, the proud bearer of the Yandere title, made sure to denote the differences between a messy meal and a slaughter.
"I killed over 130,000 people to get to one man... This is nothing, Investigator." Tobias lit his cigar with his zippo, tucking it back into his suit jacket with a serious stare in his mismatched eyes. "In fact, overkill is subjective; To the person that did it, it was what needed to be done. To the viewer, it was over the top, too much, overkill, et cetera, et cetera."
"What do you think would've been overkill, in this situation, Tobias?" The Investigator asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Wasn't my feud." Tobias replied, exhaling his mouthful of smoke through his nose. "Are we done here, Valentine? You have school in the morning."
"Yeah, we're done. I've made my point." Valentine agreed, then followed his father back to his pickup truck outside. Once they were in the vehicle, Valentine smirked at the camera that Yuuki brought for them to record the whole thing, which they did, and it had been stashed in the truck before the CCG arrived. "Sheva's probably not going to want to watch this..."
"One way to find out, just be honest with her." Tobias replied with a smirk. "Or just show it to her... That'd work too."