Never Posted November 29, 2014 Share Posted November 29, 2014 METROPOLITAN POLICE ARCHIVES: File: 89.900.777.666.529 Nickname: Saiko -True name : -Souichiro Akira- Genre: Male Age: Between his twenties. Height: About 5.8 Feet Nationality: Unknown Family affiliation : Unknown -End of police investigation- --ARCHIVED FILE--- * * * --Reopened Investigation Date xx/xx/xxxx-- **Edited Reason: Added information - Source: Unknown(...) According police's last archives, Saiko's first appearance was in a misty forest located in the city's suburbs, it was found the equivalent of fifty unidentified and dismembered bodies buried deep inside an ancient abandoned prison. Specialists have estimated that the confinement place was built in 18th century and discarded after a rebellion. The news about the mysterious case, got out in the media and social communications, frightening all the honest citizens in Japan. Due the lack of information about the case, chaos wandered around without restraint in the community, the disorganization encouraged people to make up speculations about the culprit. Some said he was a very muscular and barbaric monster who seeked for vulnerable women and children. Others attributed it to gang fights, their reasoning was that strange prison had become nothing more than a convenient cemetery for drug dealers victims. And the last, accredited the fact to a bunch of unrelated and yet unsolved cases, a serie of murders committed for different people and archived by the police department due the lack of proof. The rumors were very exaggerated and sky was the limit for them, the more the police struggled to investigate, more it stirred up the insatiable curiosity of the population. To keep the lid on the case, The police designed a group of special agents to take care of the occurrence and soon after, the investigation was stopped and the case archived. The criminal 'Jack the ripper' of whatever was his name was soon forgotten and the citizens went back to their ordinary usual life. A few months later, a whole bar was murdered in a clean yet brutal way, leaving one single witness. The same was the key to reinforce and confirm the responsible for the atrocious murders, who was no one less than a single man. The population panicked, a new born serial killer emerged upon the provincial city putting in fear all the civilians, he was nicknamed 'Saiko'(pronounced as Psycho). And the return of the investigating began. * * * "How boring...." Whispered the lethargic male deliberately dropping the stolen files of the so called 'Saiko' on the dirty floor. Gazing at the pile of papers upon his wooden table, he spot a familiar picture. ''Be prepared....You're my prey.'' Muttered the malicious male to the other man portrait. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
E.r.o.s Posted November 30, 2014 Share Posted November 30, 2014 FBI Private Investigator Records Edgar Baron ID serial number: xxx-xxxx-xxxx SS: xx-xxx-xxxx Sex: Male DOB: Unknown POB: American Current Location: Unknown Office number: (xxx)-xxx-xxxx Height: 6'0" Class: Z (Side Note: Detective classes will go from A-D. However, those detective classified as Z only take unsolved cases of extremely dangerous criminals, they are the last resort) Completed cases: 20 Unsolved cases: 0 Medical background: Unknown Family History: Also Unknown License issued: xx/xx/xxxx (about 2 years ago) Edgar continuously searched through the files spread across the coffee table of his hotel's room. His slanted eyes narrowed as he scanned through the papers at hand with agility, taking in the information he gathered concerning his latest case. Frustrated and developing a headache, he massaged his temple for a moment. From the corner of the room, his caretaker, a man about 6'0 tall and of white hair neatly brushed back, was staring at him. The much older man had been his partner ever since his time at the orphanage, and he had never seen his master look so agitated. With meticulous care, the older man pushed the files on the table aside making a space on the small surface to place a tray with a cup of tea and various sweets. The young detective had been so concentrated in his reading that it took him a few moments to realize the man's presence in the room. Edgar's yellow eyes widened slightly and he finally met the other man's gaze with a small smile displaying across his lips. "Thank you Walter, a snack is about all I need at the moment" The other man simply stared at his master for a long time before adjusting his glasses. Edgar could see how worried the man was despite his stoic face and simply offered a small grin. "I am really fine" He reassured his partner, only to receive dead silence in response. After spending so many years with the man however, Edgar learned to interpret the different meanings behind said silence. Without further comment, Walter turned on his heal to leave. However, he suddenly came to a halt, his hand resting on the door's knob. "The president called earlier in the morning. He asked if you have found any leads yet. I told him not to worry, that master was working on it. However, his voice sounded really anxious." With that said, the man really left this time, not wanting to intrude in his master's work. The green-haired male stared at the retreating figure for a moment longer till he finally heard the click sound of the door closing, and diverted his attention back to the papers. The last incident of the criminal he was currently investigating had taken place only a few months ago. To top it all, despite Edgar presence at the bar, he had been unable to stop the massacre. The case had been handed to him by the president of the FBI himself as a last resort. Many detectives had already taken the case previously, but all had given up within the week. There just wasn't a single lead to the bloody psycho and to make matters worse, several media channels had sent their people after the exclusive news. The green-haired man didn't wanted to imagine what would happen if the truth behind the murders at the bar went public. Troublesome. The man was cunning, Edgar had to give it to him. As the detective's eyes scanned the papers describing the mass murder at the bar that night, Edgar drifted into deep thoughts recalling the event himself as the sole witness left alive by Saiko. A few days previous to that night, the head of the FBI had contacted Edgar after much thought. The man was a well-known genius detective despite having gotten his license only about two years ago. Those two years had been enough to build a solid reputation for himself as one of the best in the country. No one knew much about him or where he came from, there was no real information on the guy, but despite this the president deposited his trust on the younger man. A few days after receiving a call from headquarters, two white envelopes had been delivered to the hotel room Edgar was staying at back then; with information about the case. After putting two and two together, the clues lead to a certain bar, which Edgar himself visited days after. The night of the incident, Edgar had been at the bar looking for more clues that would lead him to identify the criminal. He was dressed in his usual attire consisting of a light green coat that reached his ankles, and an unusually huge black hat that covered part of his face with its shadow. This was the eccentric man definition of "casual wear", which happened to prove ineffective when he drew much unwanted attention from the customers as he made his way through the twin doors of the bar. Realizing that several pair of eyes were on him, Edgar quickly had taken a seat by the bartender and engaged in a conversation with the man. "What can i serve you....err sir?" The man asked as he held onto a box full of bottles of liquor. The bartender couldn't help but stare at the weird man get up as he asked this question. Edgar, oblivious to his lack of fashion sense, simply grinned at the taller man and ordered a tequila shot. When the man came back with his drink, the detective took the chance to start his investigation. "I am new to the city, and I heard a few rumors about a mass murder that happened near by about a year ago. One of the people killed there was a friend of mine and I remember he telling me he was a frequent client in this bar. He is a man in his middle twentieth, black hair, about my height. Let me show you a picture" Edgar pulled out of his pocket the picture of one of the victims from that first incident and allowed the bartender to stare at it. The man shook his head and handed the picture back. "Sorry, I don't remember ever seeing him around here" The man replied and was about to leave when Edgar grabbed his hand still keeping a professional smile on. "Are you sure, cuz he was a heavy drinker" His yellow snake-like eyes suddenly glint as the two man kept eye contact with one another and his grip on the bartender's tighten. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Never Posted December 7, 2014 Author Share Posted December 7, 2014 -NEWS FLASH- "Special agents designed to capture Saiko!!" * * * The male smirked at the little featured subject. It puzzled yet fascinated him the lackadaisical and absent-mindedness of the so-called perfect civilians. They kept enjoying their everyday lives as if nothing had happened not mattering what was the catastrophe, either they were already used or did not care inasmuch as the victim wasn't any of them. It was already a long formed habit to read the newspapers and witness what was happening around the world. It wasn't a need, but somehow it became a long established propensity, an inclination due to deep inquisitiveness about how the outside world saw his actions. "One of these please." Asked an elegant woman, who just like him, was closely examining the selling papers. "There are lots of murders nowadays.....this city got so dangerous all sudden" Whelped the female to the man a few inches behind. "If I were you I would be careful, someone so young like you must take care to not encounter a monster like that......" The man couldn't help but let a softly laugh as nodded to the female. "Yes. Miss, I will. Also take care yourself. I've heard these criminals target pretty ladies as well." Laughing some more the man left the blushing woman and other passing civilians and made his way out the crowd. Walking back to his current roof, he took out a tiny piece of paper. The portrait was faintly torn between the corner of its borders, on a closer inspection wasn't need to see that the referred effigy figure was on verge of being dilacerated. In truth, the image was careless taken from an old ruined paper from some months ago. In the edge of the image, there was an almost imperceptible man.... "Tsk." He sighed as kneaded his hands together, recalling the stroking feeling that green silky hair bequeathed..... "Sai." Beckoned a gloomy voice. "Did you manage the documents?" "Yes, Sir. We are ready for the next operation. My boss want to meet you so we can talk about our next……’client’." "Sirius, Do you remember about that day...the first time we met." The sudden change of subject stunned the other male. Of course he recalled that day. How could he ever forget? To be frank, even now he didn't understand himself what took him to actually work with someone like that. He still could clearly recall the encrusting chill penetrating his body after seeming that skinny figure standing upon a large group of burned dismembered bodies, his almost transparent skin glowing down below the first sun rays calling for the morning. The record surely was unforgettable, It was...strangely beautiful. He would never understand of what elapsed behind those blank impenetrable pupils, never wandering from their objective. But even so,he could comprehend the perilous treacherous aura that the mysterious man transpired. Albert's words were no joke, right before his rushed demise. Sirius was part of a well-known underworld business, for them was pretty common adding the good thing to another and making alliances with compulsive murderers. They were the best and cleanest hitman out there. And in case they got too out of hand, they could be easily erased. That night was his comrade's mission to meet with the mysterious new born serial killer who terrified the habitants nowadays. It was very simple. Albert would go the "Best Pub" and would encounter a man wearing a red furred scarf. Albert had a peculiar habit that not everybody from gang was aware, he usually noted his thoughts in anything near, whether was a notebook or piece of dirty napkin. Luckily, Sirius was closer enough to the man to know of his weird addiction and actually search for the piece of evidence that displayed what happened in that strange night. In a very scratched notebook, the well-formed yet doodled letters were very spaced around the scribbled papers. Albert Day xx/xx/xxxx The night’s zephyr is sorrowful howling upon the contrasting lively place, dozens of drunkards cheerfully celebrate either their foolish achievements or drown in their pathetic lives. "Best Pub" was the given name of the infamous bar. The appearance is not impressing, in fact it is as gaudy as its name. Not very clean or large business establishment, dirty filthy soiled walls, narrow corners and fetidly men. Surely always the kind of good-for-nothing place that the cops would never suspect. Illegal trades run here just like any crowdy market. It’s not uncommon to encounter with mafia leaders around there. I’m here for around an hour…waiting for the arrival of our mysterious collaborator. Still not even a shadow. I can’t go back empty handed. Or I bring the deal or the man’s head. Either seems good to me anyway. A crack echoes in the salon, a faint glimpse of black appears behind the twin wooden doors. A outstanding man walks in the room, he has an emerald tone hair hidden behind a huge black hat, he is taller than average and wears a jazzy light coat. Yet he strolls heedless to the main balcony. Such garish fellow either startle or intrigue the audience. Everyone just keep staring as the male makes his next move. "What can i serve you....err sir?" "I am new to the city, and I heard a few rumors about a mass murder that happened near by about a year ago. One of the people killed there was a friend of mine and I remember he telling me he was a frequent client in this bar. He is a man in his middle twentieth, black hair, about my height. Let me show you a picture" The pitiful bartender of course is very alarmed. It’s not every day that a figure as such appears in his shallow bar. He really doesn't know how to deal with the other fellow. "Sorry, I don't remember ever seeing him around here" The pathetic man answers and is about to escape when gets caught midway. "Are you sure, cuz he was a heavy drinker" The other male pressures not willing to yield. "Is there something on matter?" A tall man spiritualizes right beside the green haired male, he blossom a friendly grin as sits on the chair next the male. He is handsome, has light colored hair and is wearing a red furred scarf. Must be him after all. "I want a martini." Declares unpretentious the male. "Yes. Right away. "The frightened to death bartender shadily rushes back to the staff room. "So.” Leans to the male. “I’ve never seen someone like you around here. New meat. Huh.” The male says as savors each syllable. I’m sure I’ve seen this fellow somewhere before….. I wait for they finish so I can accomplish my mission. "You should be careful about what you ask….I’ve heard there’s a terrifying murderer around the street nowadays….” He smiles casual. I can’t hear well their conversation but each minute the atmosphere gets tenser. "But nobody comes to this area....to ask questions. Are you sure you’re not a cop?" The man is cunning. He asked the taboo question. All the worse scums glare to the couple. Our ally seems to be having fun. "Excuse Sirs.....Y-Your Drinks........." A tiny trembling voice comes from behind the box full of bottles of liquor. A youngster comes in leaving a drink on the counter. He had a light complexion and wore a ‘cold mask’, a coke-bottle glasses covering his face under his curly chocolate colored hair. He lifts a little his head meeting the eyes of the both folks before him as if as was examining the new-arrived trouble makers. "Is there any problem?” Asks the man in the red scarf. "No Mister.” He replies as blossoms a sincere smile. He seems experienced to this kind of job. The things have calm down. It’s the perfect timing to get the guy out there. “Hey….excuse me….” I approach in a casual way. Trying to draw the less attention possible. And then something unexpected happens. The red furred guy exposes a shining object from his pocket and shots into the temporary bartender’s arm. “I got you.” He sniggers “Did really think you could ever escape from me?” The employer shivered upon the threat as was grabbed by the collar and dragged to a corner. I hurry to their direction, that guy surely was a nasty one. I have to act immediately to evict a blood bath. They were face to face to each other abstracting our view from the scene. I approached the men, grasping the other’s firm grip. "Hey. I’m Albert. I’m the messenger from…..” The male abruptly tilted his face. He was sweating like a pig. His pupils are dilated. He is gasping for air like a fish out the bowl. A man right beside me suddenly fall on his knees. A hysterical burst of laughter echoes in the salon instantly sending shivers down my spine. ... Something is off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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