Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 10: Bloody Bleachers

Written by: Satanspinner67


Vegeta strolled into the crowed police office. Phones were ringing off the hook, hand cuffs were placed on nearly half the room's population, and words stirred about all of them like some curse of speech.

The prince walked on as he heard the door close behind him and the younger pink-haired man stepped before him.

"Um.... This way, sir..." His meek voice barely reached him as his bright green eyes burned into the floor.

Trunks joined his father as they both wandered behind door after door. With each step, things became more silent.

Finally, the group reach a room with bars along its right side and tiny windows to the high left. The morning sun blessed the room with only a few rays of its golden splendor. So, still it was quite cold.

Vegeta stopped after the man in front of him did so.

"You two wait here. I have to find which cell he's in.......um...yeah, I'll be right back."

"You'd better."

His eyes were large for a moment at the Sayian's emotionless comment, but soon he scurried away down the long hall.

Vegeta looked upon all of the creatures dwelling in the over grown cages. Yes, there were people of all kinds, but there was no sign of Finch.

"Maybe he's farther down." Trunks said to his father as if he was reading his thoughts. He nodded in response, but something inside was pulling at him, telling him maybe that wasn't the right answer.

He shook off the feeling and moved on to something else. Like what he was going to do to that bastard when he saw him.

Vegeta's fists clenched at the very thought of all the things that monster had done.

How he wanted to make him cry, make him suffer as he has done to Kakkarot, to their friends, to their family.

So many feelings burned inside of him. Anger, hate, sorrow, frustration............jealousy?

"Um.... He’s this way, sir."

Vegeta glanced down to see that familiar, frightened face. His bare, long index finger pointed down the line and the two Sayians followed its direction without haste.

They were stopped in front of a cell, just like all the others, but it held only one man. His brown hair hanging before his tear tainted eyes, his long arms wrapping around his body for comfort, clinging to his tattered cloths.

"Hey, Wren, they’re here." Stated the guard at the cage's side.

Suddenly the man lifted his messy head and his blue eyes were staring at Vegeta, full of need.

He throws himself at the bars and grasped them as he fell to his knees. The prince gazed down at him blankly as the poor soul began to beg.

"P-please, don’t d-do this to m-me! I d-don't k-know you! I-I have nothing! What do you want from me!?" Vegeta bit his lip and looked away.

Even with a changed appearance, this couldn't be him. His eyes....they didn't hold that fire, that bizarre glow of both hate and love.

They had failed.

Trunks let out a sob and shuttered as he yelled out. "Fuck! It's not him!" Frustrated, he marched from the long hall and most likely from the building as well.

The pink haired man looked at Vegeta confused.

"What?"

Vegeta growled at him.

"You heard the boy, that's not him." He almost raised his voice to keep from crying himself. He followed his son's tracks from the room and came face to face with Agent Reiley, who had followed them in her own car and was waiting for the bunch in the lobby. But the look in his eyes told her there was no good news to be found and she lowered her head and let the prince pass without a word.

They had left the station with no hopes, no smiles, and no Finch.

~ ~ ~

Agent Tyler walked past grave after grave, both fresh and old, in what seemed to be an endless stroll, but relief came to his tired feet as he caught sight a small house near the outskirts of the graveyard.

He wandered up the steps and rang the door bell, then waiting expectantly.

A woman came to the door, her face worn but the sands of time and her hair colored by age in gray and white.

No doubt, she was the queen of this barren land.

"May I help you?" Her voice was quite as she held her chest and the door before her.
"Yes. My name is Agent Tyler. I wanted to ask you a few things about an man you employed a while back, Jay Wren." She nodded and a small smile found her thin lips.

"Ah, yes. Please, would you come in?" He nodded and opened stepped into the doorway. She then closed the door and turned her back to him, walking into the next room.

He followed.

The old woman settled herself in a dull colored arm chair and beckoned him to sit on the matching couch opposite of her.

Once settled, he pulled a pen and pad of paper from his coat pocket.

"From the records, Mr. Wren has been working here for about five years. In the past month or so, have you noticed anything odd in his behavior?"

She blinked and sighed gently.

"No, I have not. I think this who thing strange actually. Jay has never done anything close to trouble the whole time he's been here, and there is nothing on his record."

The agent shifted.

"I know, but sometimes things like this happen, just when you think you know a person."

With a nod she moved on.

"Well.....I suppose there was something out of the ordinary.....but it wasn't his behavior."

"Go on."

"About a week ago, he was attacked. He said he never saw the mans face but only that he was injured badly. He was rushed to the hospital and missed work for three days, also for the first time ever.”

Agent Tyler shifted again and adjusted the pen in his hand, jotting down what she had said.

He was about to ask another question before his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and flipped it open.

"Excuse me, mam."

toodtood and moved to the corner of the room as he answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's me, we just left the station........it wasn't him."

The words hit him harshly and he felt frustration rise in him.

"What do you mean it wasn't him!? Of course it was! It HAD to be......."

"Well, it wasn't. I'm gonna follow them home to make sure they get there alright, but after I'll meet you back at the station."

"Right."

He closed his phone and looked at the woman behind him, her eyes were full of concern and curiosity.

"Is something wrong?"

"No it's nothing." His hand slid down his face as he stuffed the cell phone away.

"Wren isn't the one we're looking for, he will be released soon. Thank you for your time." He was out of the house in a matter of seconds and on the way back to his car.

The only thing going through his mind was anger and regret.

~ ~ ~

Trunks climbed out of the passenger seat and his feet hit the pavement of the sidewalk with a thud.

This was horrible. He couldn't believe it was the wrong person............It did look like the person who had attacked them, but it wasn't the same person, it just wasn't.

Mostly the young demi-Sayian was furious with himself. He should have been there to protect Goten; he should have saved him. But on the other hand he was furious with the monster who took Goten because it could have been him instead.

Another tear spilled from his swelled eye. Maybe a walk would do him some good.........Yes, a walk.

He stood quickly and shoved his hands in his pockets, stalking down the street. Vegeta stood from the car as well and glanced at his son.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk."

"Trunks, you need to stay-"

"Fuck you."

Vegeta flinched at his words, ready to go after him, to smack him, to make him say he was sorry and that he would come back, but something inside stopped him.

With a sigh the prince closed the car door and walked into the house, tears of his own hitting the pavement.

~ ~ ~

The wind was getting cold as the sun began to set, but he didn't care, he just wanted to keep walking, to keep going. And maybe if he walked far enough, the pain inside him would cease, and maybe if the rest of him was numb and tired, his mind would be too.

His feet had brought him too Orange Star High, the place where Goten and Trunks had spent many good times as well as bad.

For a moment to boy stopped and stared into the glass doors.

He could remember Goten walking through them, on a sunny morning. His face aglow with smiles and nice words.

Trunks missed it so much.

A sob worked up his throat and he lifted his hand to cradle it.

Why him? Why Goten? He was so sweet and gentle and caring. What did he ever do? Why did he have to go and leave so much behind, it didn't make sense.

Trunks was pulled from his thoughts as something caught his eye.

There was a figure. A person standing in behind the see through doors, engulfed in shadows.

But it wasn't just any person; it was Goten.

Trunks shook his head in disbelief. It couldn't be......Goten was dead....right? Well, he never did actually see a body..........what if he was alive? What if it was Goten? What if he was waiting him?

Without a second thought, Trunks darted to the doors and pushed.

They were locked. A sigh of anger erupted from him and his fist slammed through the annoying barrier. He stepped through the shards of glass and into the desolate hallway.

The dark was overpowering.

Trunks looked from side to side a few times before spotting the figure again, this time turning a corner. He chased after it quickly.

"Goten?"

The word echo through the empty space. But there was no answer.

He spotted his love again, this time, going into the gym at the end of the hall. He followed without haste and soon was in the same room, but it was darker than the others and only a stand of the setting sun shown through the shadows.

Something moved, shinghing behind the bleachers.

Trunks ascended the stairs from the deck and crawled under the open seats. On his hands and knees, he kept moving.

Suddenly, his hand found another.

"Goten!" He pulled on the chilled wrist and lifted the form to his chest, holding it softly as he cried to his love.

"God, I can't believe it! I'm sooo happy your ok.........I was so scared......I thought I would never see you again........I love you so much."

The demi-Sayian pressed his lips to the other's. A stench rose inside his nose and an awful taste in his mouth, he pulled way as the lights came on.

And what a sight he saw.

Maggots pouring from a rotted corpse and decaying skin pealing from the things very lips. Dark, lifeless eyes staring into his own from a crushed cranium.

He dropped the one he once had called Goten and let out a shriek of surprise.

Another voice joined him.

A voice.......laughing. Then there was the sound of.....

Bells.

Trunks slid back from the rotting body and another sob fell from his lips.

"Pretty funny, don't you think?" The voice was familiar just slightly, but as well it was altered and frightening. The boy turned his head and glanced beyond the planks of old wood.

There was no person, but only a word written on the white wall. A word written in clotted, dead blood.

FINCH.

"But I think this is even funnier." There was another sound, a switch maybe.

Suddenly, the bleachers began to close in on him.

No! He couldn't let this be the end, he didn't want to die...........Or maybe he did........

Soon his arms were meeting his sides harshly and his head was crying tears of red from his ears and mouth.

Trunks died listening to the sound of laughter, crying as his arms reached out to the only one he ever really loved.

~ ~ ~

Well, I thought it was funny.......I wonder why he didn't. Oh, well. I turned from the mess in front of me and walked from the back entrance. It was dark out now and the stars were glowing above.

What a beautiful night to die, well not me of course.

So, I suppose it's really a beautiful night to kill.

I stop my dazing and pull my crumpled list from my pocket.

I put a crimson line through the boy's name and watch the ink bleed into the yellow sheet. At that moment I'm happy it won't be the last time I see that happen.

To Be continued....