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(Now, the people can show their personalities, meeting other people, etc, the homicidal's can kill someone random if you want. Just start off anywhere before the madness ensues)

 

 

Celandine was doing little. Just relaxing, soothing in a warm, hot bath, with only the sound of water steaming. Much more pleasant than people. The room was simplistic and plain-- small as well, even for being an apartment. Apartment number 16, of the Sacred Heavens apartment complex. Sacred heavens, it was just the opposite. How ironic. The walls and floor were white tile, with no other color in the room. The rest of the rooms had dim, hardly used lights, and the curtains that covered every window ultimately made most of the house gray and bleak, as if in a black and white old film, especially with the large moon that was there tonight. The apartment building was low on technology for living in the 2000's, they were all for media and social networking anyways. No need. (There's an electrical outlet right there.) Celandine thought to herself. (Perhaps I should just kill myself here. Let myself die. I'm ready for it.) She continued thinking. (That would be the best thing to do.) A grandather clock ticking like a metronome could be heard as well, the one sound breaking the silence of the building. (If so many people have died by me, I should just go too. Be back with them. If they would accept me-- if they didn't lie to me when they were alive. Like...him.) She didn't bother even thinking of his name. Rather than just cutting out his pictures from the walls, all the pictures were taken down. Each and every one. Thrown away, like if she would be able to throw away her memories just by giving up the mementos. Such an epoch of memories that scarred her. (I can always "accidentally" overdose my depressants too.)

 

Joshua stayed cuddled up, trying to sleep in the darkness of the orphanage. He slept better there than on the streets, where he was most of the time. But the orphanage was nice enough to let him stay only some of the time, since he didn't want to stay there forever. He had parents, at least-- he wasn't abandoned. Just....left alone, after a fire. It still seems a bit early to go back to school at this point, what with no money or knowledge of where exactly things were. Not after so long, at least. Joshua thought to himself, unable to sleep at this rate, his head was always flooded in thought, it was hard to concentrate on not thinking, and sleeping. (The people here keep telling me I should stay here. Yeah, I guess living alone outside is dangerous, and not just because I'm eleven. People can be mean sometimes too, so they're always warning me.) Joshua thought. He exhaled a soft sigh as all the other kids slept. (If you're nice enough to them, they wont be as hard on you though, right?) He thought, questioning himself. (I don't know.) Joshua turned over, cuddled and wrapped in his blanket still, trying to fall into a state of sleep.

 

Blood splattered on the white walls, a goo of.red slowly dripping down each second. But Isaac kept his sense of calmness longer. Someone else, a rather good-looking woman was taken down and onto a bed odf sortas. It tied them down, keeping them from escaping or troublemaking. The lady screamed in utter terror and pain, unheard by all. Isaac lived in an extremely large mansion, the laboratory being in the below basement where no one was heard. The majority of the house was kept rather tidy. The foyer hung its golden chandelier of candles in the center of the room, with a red and gold rug under. The first door lead to the living room, straight ahead from the large brown door was the grey double-door that lead to the living room. There was also a cozy library, a tidy kitchen, quite a few nice but dull and grey bedrooms, and even an attic. The laboratory was mostly white with occasional stained red of blood. The upper basement floor was where he was now, taunting and dissecting the woman. Below, in the lower basement floor was where experiments were held. Machines for genetic engineering and such. Inhuman screeches, yelps, and screams were heard there, all animalistic, and of rage, sorrow, melancholy, and such emotions. The animals begged with as much emotion as a dying human. Isaac would know. These animals were all more than one...in one. Chimeras, if you will. Isaac kept the woman under check. His dagger was placed by her neck as he slowly pulled up the woman's shirt without resistance. "Lovely...simply lovely." He grinned. He spoke in a calm tone, in the voice a scientist would, if that makes sense.

"Truly lovely. I'll keep it for my own." He said. The woman's scream was worse than a banshee's, yelping in complete pain, far worse than a horror movie. Crows in the frontyard heard, flocking away immediately. "Ahahahah HAHAHAHA~~!" Isaac came to madness again, his voice completely different now. Demented, like a demon's, but more fearsome. Sooner than later, the woman stopped screaming. Dead, and in dozens of pieces. "The experiment was a success." Isaac smirked and left upstairs with a demented smile and a bloodied face and shirt. His glasses were stained with red, and a body lied there-- or rather, the body's remains. It was all completely indistinguishable-- cut up and dissected into pieces where the body couldn't be identified. A bloody mess, quite literally.

 

"Tell me, how do you feel? Such betrayal is no satisfactory deal, however, it is no reason to be of such melancholy. Open up your heart to me, I will understand. I have felt this pain you feel now. Talking to me will make you feel better, trust me. Let us begin." Doctor Daniel Zirxes, or Doctor Zirxes, told a lady who had been appointed to the doctor before. This was a psychiatric interrogation room, inside the doctor's own house. The room was purely cream colored along the walls, ceilings, and even carpet floors. The doctor spoke in a calm voice, but still mildly raspy and old. Psychiatry was his thing, and he always had people reveal the truth, even if they don't want to at first. This is how they became vulnerable-- when shrouded by thoughts and standing in awe of their foolishness and unawareness. The lady sat down in a brown chair, in front of Doctor Zirxes on a wood table. "We should start from the beginning, please, what is your name?" The doctor asked the lady. "Diana." She answered. "Ah, yes, Diana, please: we should start. You see, my parents were always so neglective and cruel to me. I never spent a moment of free time with them, as much as I wanted to. They even had a conversation about disowning me. It broke my heart overhearing the talk about such a thing, and I grew even more neglected, until I was finally abandoned. Tell ME now, Diana, what were your parents like?" The doctor asked her. Yes, he told her a brief, yet fake summarization of a life, in order to strike a tad of guilt into her heart. Shed be more carefree now, focusing on the doctor's sadness as she told about her own.

 

"Shh, shh, hush now pretty. You wouldn't want my old wife to hear me chatting with another lady, now would we?" Joe asked somewhat sarcastically to his next victim, tied down and strapped over the mouth as well as she tried screaming. Joe spoke in a deep voice. He didn't stutter, but still talked slow. He kept a butcher knife in his right hand, brushing the girl's face with his left hand. Joe's old wife was a mispronounced saying, supposed to be his late wife-- dead. "Oh, well. I guess she'll just make me wash those damned dishes again. What a chore. I kept telling her to buy paper plates, but she didn't listen." Joe muttered. He dug his knife into the knee of the woman. "Oh, well, I guess. It's nice having someone willing to hear me out. You're a real friend. Other people are pretty damn rude. Oh, well. What can you do?" He muttered again, chopping down at the other knee. "Its been nice talking to you." Joe slashed off both her arms now. The girl stopped screaming, unable to with a lack of blood. "Bye. You'll make a good meal. Your lady parts are big enough to chew on. I finished all the sauces though. Oh, well." Joe finished as he slashed her neck. The pieces were thrown into a hunk of metal in the corner of the room. The place was a butcher shop, closed at this time. This was in the attic. Downstairs was a room where the meat was hung and cut-- the regular meat. Actually, human meat was down there too, for people to buy. Not that the customers knew 'bout it though. Its labeled beef. There's a freezer down there too, preserving all the meats that were going bad. Joe walked to the machine the body parts were thrown in. He turned a crank as he slowly hummed the children song: The Wheels on the Bus go Round. Out came pieces of meat out the machine-- red and in chunks. Yes, a meat grinder.

 

(Five of the six of my characters. Phew. I'm only posting as them all to start out.)

Jay took the brochure.

"Thanks, I guess I could use the ride I've been walking for hours..." He said, more for the sake of justifying the ride to himself rather than to make conversation with the man in the car.

Jay slowly got into the car. The only thing that was in his mind at the moment was "Stranger Danger" but he was so exhausted he really didn't have a choice.

"Trying to make small talk, he looked to the driver.

"So uh, how do you know Sora? You one of her customers at the cafe?" He asked.

 

((Just a small error, Jay is 12, although I'm leaning towards teen now, but he isn't a man so to speak haha))

The cab slowed down as Jacob roared past, the result of his sudden U-turn. "Follow him but keep your distance," I muttered to the cab driver. I saw a man peering at me from the distance, but he drove away too. We trailed behind, keeping our distance... (Sorry for short post I just kinda got to wait for Jacob )

Isaac let Jay in and began driving several blocks ahead. "Mmm, yes, you could say that. Yes...that's how I know of Sora, but, I haven't eaten there recently." Isaac said. He took Jay and in a few short minutes, parked outside the same house where Zion and Sora both were. "Here you are. I look forward to seeing you again next week." He said nonchalantly. He dropped Jay off and left shortly after.

Jay started to look at the brochure before he approached the building Zion and Sora was in. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

(Ugh, what are you doing?) He asked himself. (No one wants to talk to you, and you have no where to go.)

But that was just it. He had no where to go, except for to the one who gave him a chance. He had to try to do something.

As the cops led Zirxes to the room, Jacob and Axel drew closer to the station.

 

Natsumi nearly cried. She moved closerr to Joshua, hugging him. "Thank you."

 

Zion heard the door. Sighing, she kissed Sora's forehead and gently extracited himself from her arms before jogging downstairs. She opened the door, combing her hair with her fingers.

"Can I help you?"

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(Sorry, I didn't see your other edit)

 

Zirxes complied without restraints. "Be it as it is. I did nothing wrong, but I suppose Jacob wants me convicted just as much as Joe." Zirxes agreed, and he was taken to an interrogation room. Ironic, considering Zirxes was always the one whom interrogated people. He knew how to tell the truth or lie without altering his heart rate or nerves. It'd be a simplistic interrogation assessment.Joshua hugged Natsumi back. "Uh...heh, you're welcome." Joshua said. He wasn't completely sure of what he said that made Natsumi like that, but still, it was a great first day living with Natsumi already. "Now, I guess we should probably eat the food." Joshua chuckled a bit. "It'll get cold." 

Jay looked up to see Zion's face.

"Hi, I was told Sora was here, can I speak to her please?" He asked, shuffling his feet nervously.

Still staring at the paper...I didn't know whether I should go or not... That tiny part inside of me was reaching out to it... Wanting to go...but that other 99% wasn't going to risk replaying history again... -Fear of the unknown- was it? Plus...it they could make me more human.....I would most likely lose my arms and my eye sight... And soon enough...the ability to make my brain function... Then I would finally become a lifeless puppet... I got up...and heading towards the address within the woods and trees... I would get as close as I could from within the woods and then make my final decision... If I could even have the energy...or time left alive....

"He doesn't like you appearing everywhere. Personally, why a psychiatrist is telling him everything before we can is concerning. Very concerning."

The cop put him in the room and locked the door.

 

Zion frowned. "She's asleep. And she won't see anyone but me anyways. Her parents died in the sarin gas attack by the cafe earlier. I'm sorry whoever you are. But not tonight. I'm sorry."

 

Jacob and Axel arrived within moments.

"That bad?" Axel asked.

"Joe had sarin gas. Nearly killed a pyromaniac. And some damned doctor is butting into this investigation and interfering. He's under arrest."

Axel sighed. "Gonna love this."

Jacob chuckled as he and Axel entered the room and sat across from Joe. "So. Joe. Do you understand the rights the officer informed you?"

 

Natsumi smiled. "Yeah..."

She picked up her fork and took a bite.

((Np schemer. ))

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"Yes, I do see how that can be concerning to the officers. So be it." Doctor Zirxes said. He sat in the chair as his room was locked-- apparently from the outside? Either way, he sat and waited for interrogation.

Joe agreed and nodded to the Jacob and Axel. "Yeah..." He mumbled. "Yeah...I know. But I didn't bur down the shop...and I don't even know what Sarin is...!" Joe said to Axel and Jacob. Sarin still sounded like some kind of name.

 

Joshua just continued eating nonchalantly and calmly. He smiled purely of the food's satisfactory taste. Still though, Natsumi's double as an FBI agent puzzled him a little bit, mainly curious of her current case.

"We found a gas mask in your van Joe. We have a witness saying someone in a gas mask drove away in the same van we found you in. And, Joe, we studied the remains. The roof was designed to send the gas down into the shop." Jacob sighed. "Now the kicmer? We tested the charred meat in the bacm. Why would someone blow up your shop? Well, Joe. Tell me. Why did we find human remains in your meat locker?"

Axel picked up. "Then one enterprising rookie decided to check the meat in your van. Tell me Joe. Why is there human meat there? Where did enough sarin gas, the most deadly gas on the planet, to kill half of New Jersey, end up blowingup your shop?" Axel scowled. "Tell us Joe. Please do."

Kanae barely heard the name. "Sora?" She ran towards the source. "Sora!" She was out of breath by the time she reached Zion and Jay. "W-where's Sora?" There had been so much chaos. Kanae needed her light.

Jay shook his head.

"I'm sorry to hear that... but, I can't leave. I don't have anywhere to go."

He fell to his knees, partly due to exhaustion, partly due to his sadness getting the best of him. "I just... don't know where to go from here. Please help me."

(What will I do if I'm rejected?) He thought to himself. Jay hoped that wouldn't be a question that would need an answer.

Joe seemed a bit shocked at the notion of them getting hold of his gas mask. "Don't take away the gas mask!!"" He was quick to exclaim. He even stood up in a controlled but provoked manner. "Its a keepsake! My wife's...she was a chemist." Joe sat back down. "I didn't know the roof would release sarin. I thought it was for water the whole time; in case of a fire. But that didn't happen, now did it?" Joe asked Jacob and Axel. They were quick to assume and interrogate-- part of their jobs, apparently. "And human meat? You two must be testing me-- I only chop up and eat pig, cow, and chicken! No human. But, I do get my meat from a local slaughterhouse. I just chop it up and prepare it so its all edible." Joe said, as always in his dreadfully slow and deep voice.

 

Joshua ate calmly and at a moderate pace. Not slow, but not fast. He gulped down one more bite. "Hey, Natsumi. Um...if you don't mind...can you tell me the case that you might be working on? That everyone's calling you about?" Joshua asked Natsumi. He continued eating.

"Yet the witness says you left the building wearing the gas mask. If you didn't know it would release sarin, why have the gas mask on?" Axel pressed. "And really, what chemist needs a military grade gas mask? Joe, you're just pissing me off now." Axel's scowl worsened. "Two personal friends died because of that sarin. You and I both know that not knowing it was sarin was bullsh*t."

Jacob cut him off. "And we're checking the slaughterhouse now. Not a single human body so far. Really Joe, you think we're fools? We've checked every single damn angle possible. But everything points to you. So either confess now, or we'll go to court, lock you up, then stick you on Death Row for a week until the needle frees up. This is your one chance to keep your life."

 

Natsumi sighed. "The butcher shop exploded because of a fire in the bathroom caused the massive amounts of sarin to combust. We caught the arsonist and Joe the Butcher. That's why I've been on the phone so much.":

((Don't know what to do....um...))

If it wasn't blurry enough my vision became worse...maybe it was because I was becoming more like a human... And my wounds were actually affecting me... I fell to my knees crawling towards a tree seeing a bunch of red on the ground... Obviously my blood or remaining blood... I didn't know if I had much time left or any time at all...and if someone did find me... I don't think I would last long unless they turned me completely to a cyborg...they already messed with my brain. They wouldn't have trouble making me a cyborg...but it would depend on what kind of scientist or 'doctor' they were... I crawled to the tree panting and sometimes gasping for breath... And just sat there under that tree as my vision became black...

I eavesdropped on the conversation between the officers and Joe the entire time. This guy Joe.... He was brilliant ! If he really did commit these crimes, then kudos to him. The guy knew what he was doing, and someone like that could be very useful to me, perhaps he even shares the same ideals as I do. This man had the possibility of death row, but if I could help him escape, then we could become allies... Alas I decided to let things play out a bit more and continued to listen...

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Sun sighed. "I..guess you could say that,but enough for." She said and smiled.

"I just want to try and stay happy. Do either of you work?" She asked,she was just more or less passing the time.

"I..mean I guess you would,I wouldn't need to not that it stops me." She said and gave a wink.

Assuming Isaac was gone, Kuroko stood up, begging to look for the boy she had seen. She walked for a while to see him, covered in blood and passing out on a tree.

"There you are. Didn't I tell you not to cut yourself?" she said with a small smile.

 

(short post)

Joe sighed deeply. "It was today, but years ago when she died. I always wore it today-- every year! It was her who bought the place too-- who made it how it was before. It wasn't me who plated the roofs to release sarin...not me." Joe said: clearly tired. His eyes began weighing down of tiredness and boredom. "If there really was human meat that I chop up, someone who eats at Ame-Chan's would realize it, yeah?" Joe asked the two. All evidence pointed to him and Ember, yes. And with Zirxes intruding, there were two under prime suspect almost right after the incident.

 

"Butcher shop? Like, um...Joe's Butcher Shop?" Joshua asked rhetorically. "I've been there before...sometimes the meat's really good...but sometimes kind of funny-tasting. Anyway...Joe was actually kind of nice to me. I can barely believe he'd b taken in... Also, who's Sarin? Joshua asked curiously. Natsumi did utter his/her/it's name only a few minutes ago. Joshua continued eating-- finishing his mac and cheese in only another minute or two.

"Sarin is a deadly gas." Natsumi explained. "And it tasted funny? What did it taste like?"

 

Jacob leaned forward. "There was." he threw down a few papers. "People have asked why their meat tasted funny. We've never had any explanation...until we tested the freezer. Stuff labeled wrong. Human. We've cleaned out your butcher shop and the freezer of human remains and linked them all to the missing people. Add the fact this Doctor Zirxes keeps on butting in where he shouldn't be, really paints you both in a very horrible light. And I find it hard to believe you coincidentally needed to wear your ex-wife's military-grade gas mask right when you needed to use the fire suppress system." Jacob ended sarcastically.

Axel was about to blow a fuse. "Listen you moron, you can't lie your way out of this. Once the girl wakes up, once we test your meat cleavers for signs of bloody, and once we check the remains of your meat grinder, we'll have enough to put the needle in before Sunday brunch. So fess up or I will make sure you die." He said harshly.

I heard a different voice...besides the fact I could feel a presence... I opened my eyes and looked towards the direction of the voice. It was the girl from earlier, but it wasn't like I could speak still... But then again...I could test if they have programmed 'telepathy' into me... Well it was the only way I would be able to talk right now... I stared with my emotionless white eyes, "So? What....difference does.....it....make?" The telepathy worked...I wondered what else they have done to my brain.... My other hand held the handle of my small axe that was dripping in my blood still, as I sat in a pool of my blood....

"You want to die, don't you?" Kuro asked, holding some matches behind her back.

"Would you like to die like this...or drown in the flames?" she asked. 

"Oh...okay that makes more sense, I guess." Joshua said. He gave a small exhale of a sigh from being corrected-- although he didn't mind-- it was something he knew absolutely nothing about. "Oh and the meat...I don't know. It was meat for sure, there's no doubt, but it did taste a little weird. Maybe he puts a lot of seasoning or pepper on it...I really don't know."

 

"Joe IS an idiot. That's why all he had to do was stall." A man said in the short distance. Joe looked relieved, and left his cell phone with the authorities so they couldn't track him. A man with a gas mask in pure white burst in the room, himself bloody red. His voice wasn't recognizable what with the gas mask echoing, and the men behind him were all either bleeding to death-- or dead. He shot Jacob and Axel near the pancreas region. The only reason they didn't hear the shots inflicted on the authorities outside the room, was because the man had a silencer. Illegal yes, but what wasn't these days? With the gas mask on, he released a canister of gas that spread throughout the room, leaving it in a small fog of gas. "Sarin. Truly deadly." He remarked. He passed a rather large butcher knife to Joe as they began escaping. The gas he had let out wasn't sarin; no, instead a harmless gas that does nothing but but make it rather cloudy before it evaporates. He said it was sarin though, lying so the placebo effect would take hold and they would allegedly run for their lives. The man escaoed with Joe and drove off in a blackened vehicle.

My draw dropped as I witnessed the scene from outside. Not thinking, I ran in and ran up to Jacob and axel, who were wounded by the gunshots. I needed To speak to joe, but I knew I wouldn't be able to without their help. "So we meet again," I said slyly as I walked over to them. "By the looks of if, you guys need help right now don't you? Otherwise you'll bleed out in a matter if minutes. I can help you guys, but I need you to fork over everything you've got on the guy." I quickly drew both revolvers from my pockets and aimed it at either cops. "I'm not giving you an option either."

Edited April 9, 201312 yr by Master Juan