Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Silence of the Angels ❯ Bad News ( Chapter 5 )
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Disclaimer: I do not own `Neon Genesis Evangelion,' nor do I own `Silence of the Lambs.' They both are the sole properties of Gainax Studios and Thomas Harris, respectively. But I do wish I did own the rights to either one.
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Author's Notes: I like to thank the people who chose to review the story thus far. I'm trying my best to hone my literary skills. It's not an easy task for me; so please read and REVIEW. This chapter is different from the ones that precede it, in that there is EXPLICIT detail about a dead body, so be warned.
Enjoy the story!
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SILENCE OF THE ANGELS
By Northridge
*** Chapter Five ***
BAD NEWS
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In Quantico, Virginia…
A road near the FBI academy…
This was a bad night for Shinji.
He had been soaked with the rain.
Found a decapitated body.
Vomited.
And saw HER again.
He needed sleep.
After leaving his meeting with Dr. Sohryu, he arrived back at the academy; just before two in the morning. However, Director Fuyutsuki was waiting for him at the entrance. He was expecting to hear a report on the storage garage homicide and on Shinji's second meeting with Dr. Asuka Sohryu.
Shinji's sleep would have to wait.
They both went back to Fuyutsuki's office so Shinji could fill him in on the details of his encounters.
Shinji told his superior about Dr. Sohryu's willingness to help, if her vague conditions were met.
"I see" Fuyutsuki stated at the end of Shinji's report.
The young trainee was curious about Fuyutsuki's reaction towards his report. The old man didn't seem surprised at his mention of Dr. Sohryu's offer. It was almost as if Fuyutsuki was anticipating it…
Shinji made a guess. He was hoping his guess would be wrong.
"Sir, were you counting on this? The questionnaire wasn't the true purpose, was it?"
The young trainee didn't want this to be true. It would mean he was used as a pawn. He didn't like being used.
"I'm sorry, Shinji" Fuyutsuki replied regretfully. "But it was the only probable way we could get her to cooperate with us. She ignored everyone we sent to her, but you were the exception. Your manner of open honesty and trust struck a cord with her. She wouldn't have turned you away; but if you had known of the plan, Sohryu would have seen right through it."
Shinji's pain was swelling up his heart. His rage was rising to a dangerous level; but through years of practice Shinji kept it buttoned up.
"I understand, sir" he lied.
Fuyutsuki didn't believe him.
He had known Shinji since the young man was a child.
"I know you feel hurt Shinji; again, please forgive my duplicity; but time is of the essence now. Our serial killer as you have notice has shortened the time between his murders. So far, Wild Carl has left nine bodies for us to find. It is our job to stop him from bleaching his next victim.
"Yes sir" Shinji said.
Fuyutsuki knew he had to let Shinji know the young trainee was doing a good job, which he was.
"Agent Ikari, you haven't screwed up yet. You discovered a connection between Carl and the homicide at the storage garage. You have also established a speaking relationship with Dr. Sohryu; and believe me; NO ONE has ever done that before; except for one other."
But Shinji wasn't convinced would be alright.
"With all due respect sir, I'm not too comfortable with her; and that other person you're talking about received a stab wound to the abdomen from Dr. Sohryu."
"But he's still alive."
"You sound like my father."
Silence settled in between the two.
Finally Shinji spoke up.
"I'm sorry sir. That was disrespectful of me."
Fuyutsuki sighed.
"That's alright Shinji; you're right: my protégé almost did die…and I sounded like your father. I'm the one who should be sorry."
They were silence again for a minute.
Then Fuyutsuki reassured him again.
"You'll do fine. Just remember not to let her get under your skin or get personal with Dr. Sohryu. Now go get some rest Shinji; you've had a long night."
"Yes sir."
As Shinji rose up from his seat, he decided to ask Fuyutsuki one last question.
"Sir, if I may ask…will the FBI agree to accommodate Dr. Sohryu?"
Fuyutsuki took a few seconds to answer.
"Too be honest Shinji, I'm not sure. There's a lot of red tape to move Sohryu to a federal institution, given her notoriety; however, between you and me, the FBI hasn't found any leads on Carl. Add the fact that the public has a poor view of us lately, we're pretty desperate. By catching Carl now, we clean up our image a little. Enlisting Sohryu's help is a gamble we have to take. Now go get some rest" he added lastly with a smile.
"Yes sir. Goodnight."
After Shinji had left, Fuyutsuki sat behind his desk for several minutes. The FBI director was thinking how this was all going to work out. He hadn't told Shinji the whole truth, again.
The real truth was that Fuyutsuki hadn't told HIS superiors about dealing with Sohryu.
`The less people know, the better' Fuyutsuki rationalized to himself.
He did not like anyone looking over his shoulder; it would only slow the investigation down.
This was a gamble indeed…
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Several minutes later…
At Shinji's room…
Shinji entered his room to find his roommate on the computer; he was looking intently at…explicit material.
"You known Kensuke, the instructors frown upon us using their computers for that stuff."
Apparently, Kensuke was still engorged in his activities and was suddenly jolted by Shinji's rebuke.
"SHIT Shinji! Don't you knock!?!"
The young trainee chuckled.
"You're forgetting this is my room too; and wash your hands before you touch anything else, okay."
Shinji walked over to his bed to get ready for the night. Kensuke walked into the bathroom.
"So Shinji…" Kensuke said from the bathroom, "where have you been all night? Do anything interesting?"
Shinji replied with a disinterested answer.
"Not much…just found someone's head, you know, the usual stuff" he casually replied, as he removed his clothes to take a shower.
After this night, he needed one.
Kensuke stuck his head out of the bathroom.
"You're not shitting me, are you Shinji? I mean about the head?"
Shinji threw his wet cloths into a basket.
"Following up on a lead in Boston, I found a head in a jar" he stated somberly.
"Sweet, Shinji! You know Fuyutsuki gives you all the excitement…all the fun!…except sending you to do that interview with Black Widow Asuka. No one deserved that."
"Actually I met up with her again tonight."
"WHAT?" his roommate said, while jumping out of the bathroom. "Shinji, tell me you haven't fallen in love with that she-demon. You do remember what she did to her victims; her MALE victims?"
Kensuke made a cutting action with his hand, to illustrate his point.
"I haven't forgotten what she's capable of" Shinji replied, as he entered the bathroom for a shower. "I just went to see her about the homicide. That's all."
"Whatever you say, Shinji." Kensuke then went to retire for the night.
While in the shower, Shinji admitted to himself that there was some truth in Kensuke's words. Yes, she was a serial killer. Yes, she would probably castrate and eat him if she ever got the chance. But Shinji was feeling an unhealthy attraction to her. Dr. Sohryu was different from the descriptions the newspapers told. There were some instances from his meetings with her that Shinji felt Asuka was intrinsically a good person. Shinji felt on some strange level that he had known her all of his life. Shinji couldn't come up with a reason for his undeniable interest in the good doctor. He could only hope his relationship with Dr. Sohryu does not grow beyond a professional one.
But she did have a pretty ass.
Shinji finished his shower and went to sleep for the night. Fortunately, it was a dreamless sleep. The nightmares would have to wait.
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Several hours later…
"Shinji, wake up man!"
"Go away…Kensuke" Shinji mumbled under his bed covers.
"Wake up, Shinji! Fuyutsuki sent for you!"
"Huh?"
That last statement surprised Shinji from his sleep. He sat up in his bed and looked at the clock. It had not been six hours since he went to bed. The sun had just come up.
"Kensuke, why does he want to see me at this hour?" Shinji asked, while resentfully stripping from his pajamas to get dressed.
"I don't know man, but it's urgent. He told you to pack; it seems like you're going on a trip."
"Huh?"
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An hour later….
Shinji sat uncomfortably in the chartered plane Fuyutsuki booked.
After frantically packing, he met up with Fuyutsuki. The old man explained the situation to him.
Another body had been found.
Wild Carl has struck again.
Shinji along with a few other agents were riding with Fuyutsuki in the plane towards rural McArthur, West Virginia.
They landed an hour later at a local airstrip.
Since the town didn't have a forensics lab the local authorities had to store the body at a funeral home.
As the FBI agents were led in the building by the local sheriff, Shinji noticed a funeral was taking place. He stopped at the doorway to a large room. More than three dozen people in black were crowding it. They were all gathered to pay their respects for an elderly lady, whose time had ran out. The grey-haired woman was lying in an open white casket. It was strange that she was smiling; even in death.
But it brought back memories.
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Flashback.........
Shinji stood in front of it.
His mother was lying in the open casket. She was dressed in a simple white gown. He felt it was his fault she was dead. He had wanted a sibling; a brother or a sister. Someone he could play with. He had begged his mother for one. He kept talking and talking about it. Shinji was so happy when his mother told him the stork was delivering a sister to him. His father chuckled, but acted worried nonetheless. Shinji didn't understand this. Sometimes, late at night, he would hear his parent arguing about his soon-to-be sister; but the young boy didn't worry about it too much. When his sister arrives, everything would be better.
But now, things were different. His mother was gone.
She had died days before; giving birth to his sister, Rei.
Shinji looked at up at the man standing right besides him. Uncle Fuyutsuki sadly looked down at Shinji.
Shinji then looked towards his father. He was dressed in total black, and was holding his newly born sister: a last reminder of his late wife.
"There, there, Rei. Shh, daddy's here."
Shinji's father broke many things when he heard his wife was gone. He cried; something Shinji never saw him do before, and never again.
Little Shinji walked up to his father, and tugged his pants. He wanted to feel loved.
His father scolded him.
"Not now Shinji, Rei needs to sleep."
It was Shinji's fault.
End Flashback........
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Back to the Present..........
"Agent Ikari, come on. We have a body to autopsy."
Fuyutsuki talked him out of his memories. Shinji was taken by surprise.
"I'm sorry, sir."
Fuyutsuki could guess what the funeral reminded Shinji of; but they had a job to do now.
"Let's go Agent Ikari."
They both preceded the rest of the way to the morgue section.
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A minute later…
The funeral home didn't have a state-of-the-art morgue for storing bodies. It was simply a room, with a large freezer, a table, a few chairs, and a metal slab.
The FBI agents were setting things up for the autopsy.
On the metal slab was the body. For the moment it was zipped inside a black plastic bag.
One agent was setting up his camera for forensic photo evidence. Another was passing around heavily scented lotion for the nostrils; this was to mask the stench of a dead body. The other agents went about their own tasks.
Fuyutsuki was putting on his rubber gloves and was preparing his tape recorder to autopsy the body.
Shinji was an observant spectator in all this. This would be the first time for him to see a murder victim. He had studied cadavers before, but those were different situations. This situation involved real tragedy.
"Everyone ready?" Fuyutsuki asked.
Everyone confirmed. Fuyutsuki unzipped the body bag and a stench filled the air.
"Holy Mother of God!" Shinji whispered to himself.
"There's nothing holy about this, Shinji" Fuyutsuki quietly whispered.
The bag revealed a young woman around his sister's age. Her eyes and mouth were dead open and lifeless. Shinji briefly turned away in embarrassment at the nakedness of the dead woman; but he had to be a professional and turned his gaze back onto the lifeless form of the deceased.
Fuyutsuki began his recording of his examination.
{{{Subject is a woman of Asian descent…approximately 17 to 20 years of age…the subject's skin has been heavily bleached, along with her hair…there are signs of malnourishment and extreme lack of body fat…there are bruises and cuts all over the body along with a few fractured ribs…there is a deep stab wound in the subjects lower stomach and nail marks into the wrists; theses are signs consistent with the stigmata…there are also signs of ligature marks on the wrist and ankles...there is also evidence of vaginal penetration…}}}
One of the other agents began checking for semen residue.
Another agent began taking autopsy photos.
Fuyutsuki then looked over a report by the local authorities along with some photos. There was a Polaroid picture of the poor woman crucified in the daylight. The red cross was supported up in the air by being tied between two trees.
{{{Local report shows that the subject was found by locals hunting deer…she was found crucified naked in the woods…gagged… based on this, the subject was alive when her skin was bleached…a purple mask was strapped to her head…it depicted seven eyes in two columns…positioned over an inverted triangle…}}}
Fuyutsuki looked over the dead body for several more minutes, taking notes.
{{{Cause of death: asphyxiation due to crucifixion with loss of a large amount of blood from the stomach wound. Time of death: two days ago at night. End recording.}}}
Shinji was shaken by the sight of the body, and everything about it. That bastard Carl kidnapped an innocent young woman and had his way with her. He was sick enough to crucify her alive and force her to die a slow death.
This was definitely different from his other victims.
One of the agents suddenly received a call from his cell phone. He listened for several moments and then reported the news.
There was now a name to match to the victim.
"They found a match on the dental X-rays the locals sent in earlier. The subject's name is Ms. Hikari Horaki, age 18. Her listed address was Boston" the FBI agent reported.
But there was more information.
"Ms. Horaki was reported missing…two years ago."
This was disturbing information for all of them.
"This means that either she ran away from home and got picked up by Carl…or she's been his prisoner all this time!" Shinji gasped.
"That would probably explain the malnourishment and lack of body fat" Fuyutsuki quietly stated.
Shinji was getting sick.
"Have you checked over the cross and mask yet, Agent Smith?" Fuyutsuki asked one of the agents.
Agent Smith was a large middle-age man, with graying hair. He was a 19-year veteran of the FBI and one of their most skilled experts.
"Yes sir. Carl seems to know his way with wood (no pun intended). The red cross measures 10'5 feet, and is homemade with excellent quality; the purple mask is carved with the same amount of care. There is an interesting note about both items; there are scripture passages from the Bible carved into the sides of the cross and mask; all in English."
Fuyutsuki was lost in thought.
"We can confirm he's a religious fanatic. All his other victims so far have been placed in cemeteries and churches. But this crucifixion thing is new, so he's getting more out of control. We could possible study his handwriting from those carvings. Anything else on the items?" the FBI director asked.
"Yeah, a sign had been nailed to the top of the cross; it's in Latin though."
"Let me see the photo of it."
Fuyutsuki thanked his high school Latin classes to decipher the sign.
"It says `God is in His heaven. All is right with His world.' "
He wasn't too sure on his translation, but that was the gist of it.
"An ironic statement to be sure. The guy's a bona fide nut." Smith remarked.
"Actually, I think that's another passage from the Bible."
Indeed, Carl was getting wilder, Fuyutsuki thought. He turned towards his young charge. The young trainee had been silent up until a while ago. Shinji looked pale though.
"What are your thoughts Agent Ikari?" Fuyutsuki asked.
Shinji looked up from the dead body. He took several seconds to process his information.
"Well, he would need a large vehicle…for the cross, probably a truck or a van. This is a rural area, not an urban city, so his vehicle would have stood out. Unless he was physically strong, he would probably have needed help with erecting the cross. She would have resisted being crucified; so she must have been unconscious or drugged when it hap-"
Fuyutsuki's cell phone interrupted Shinji's analysis.
"Just a minute Agent Ikari" Fuyutsuki said while taking it out of his coat pocket.
"This is Fuyutsuki…hey Al, what is it?…yes he's with me…what's the emergency…what?…who?…SHIT!"
Fuyutsuki turned his cell phone off abruptly. Every other agent, including Shinji, was stunned by the director's behavior; it takes much for him to loose his cool.
The old man turned his head towards Shinji.
There was now urgency in his demeanor.
"Shinji, come with me. Something terrible has happened."
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Two minutes later…
"Sit down Shinji."
They both sat down on a wooden bench in front of the funeral home. By now, the funeral that had taken place earlier had ended and the ones that attended had already left.
"What is it sir?"
Shinji did not like where this was going. He knew his superior was about to give him bad news. This had to do with the phone call Fuyutsuki received earlier. The old man eyes showed extreme emotion, but his body and manner was calm.
"A few hours ago, your sister's car was found in a ditch along I-79."
"…"
Shinji held his breath hoping against what he thought had occurred.
"There were signs of a struggle and some blood. We think Carl has kidnapped Rei."
"…"
Shinji's whole world was crumbling down in his mind. His sister... His only REAL family left… His dear sister has been taken away from him. He felt sadness…grief...and anger!
But he had to remain calm.
"Are you sure it's him? Are you sure it's Carl?" he reluctantly asked.
He was in denial.
Shinji's mind was trying to reason that Rei simply had car troubles and left it to get mechanical help.
But that wasn't the case.
"They found her blouse cut diagonally at the site. That's his trademark."
Shinji clenched and unclenched his right hand. He was trembling and stood up. He was now looking at the porch floor. He felt choked by his tie, and quickly loosened it.
Shinji didn't want to believe this was true.
"No. This can't be happening" he whispered unevenly.
"I'm sorry Shinji. I know how dear she is to you."
"But I saw her just three days ago, she was going to see…father. This is all my fault! If I had gone with her like she asked maybe she would have gone back at a different time! Carl would not have seen her! She would have been safe!"
Shinji was blaming himself.
"Shinji, there was nothing you could have done about it. You couldn't have known."
"I'm her brother! I'm suppose to protect her! I can't even do that now!"
By now, Shinji was shaking uncontrollably.
"But we are already forming leads to track Carl. We will find her."
"And hope he doesn't crucify her first!?!"
Fuyutsuki paused.
"Shinji, you know he doesn't kill them right away. She still has a good chance of being alive right now."
That wasn't really good news to Shinji's ears; but he felt hope now.
"I hope so" Shinji whispered.
"They told me your father has been notified of the kidnapping."
Shinji felt okay with that since his father loved Rei as much as he did. That was the only good thing Shinji felt about the bastard; however, Fuyutsuki was thinking of something else; it concerned the competence of his young charge at the moment.
"I'm sorry I have to order this Shinji, but you have to get off this investigation."
Shinji looked at his superior in disbelief.
"WHAT? NO!"
"Shinji, you are too close to the situation. You won't be able to make rational decisions, I know you."
But Shinji was determined.
"Sir you can't take me off the case, because you need me!"
"Shinji-"
But the stubborn trainee had cut him off.
"Asuka will only talk to me, and she's the only one who can lead us to Carl, you know that! You are counting on that!"
Fuyutsuki just sat there; impressed by his young charge's emotions, and disturbed when Shinji called the good doctor `Asuka.'
Shinji was now breaking up into tears.
"And besides…besides…if I don't try everything I can do to…save Rei…I might as well have killed her" he sobbed.
The old man saw both determination and pain in Shinji's eyes. He could not turn him away.
"Come on, Agent Ikari. We have a job to finish."
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TO BE CONTINUED…..
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Ending Notes: That was my longest chapter to date. My description of the autopsy routine isn't exactly realistic. I'm not really sure how the FBI operates. But it's fiction, so just allow for a few things to be true. I made up the name of McArthur, West Virginia. I have no idea if there is an I-79 or where it's located. Chapter six will be uploaded soon.
Hoped you enjoyed the story.
R&R
-Northridge
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