Seb Speaks [3/?]

Seb Speaks  [1/?]

Seb Speaks [2/?] 

'Highly unorthodox,' they called it. 'Something they would only admit in these dire circumstances. Of the utmost secrecy among the police force.' 

He heard all the rumors, of course, but hell would be long frozen over before he started paying attention to them.

So what if a genius serial killer put away for life wanted to help on a case? And so what if he only wanted to talk to him, Sebastian Castellanos, rookie prodigy extraordinaire? He'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit nervous, dressed in his best suit with his back stiff and several briefing files tucked under his arm. But the initial rush of adrenaline and cockiness that came with the start of a new case hadn't worn off yet, so that fear was buried underneath a layer of excitement. 'Highly dangerous,' read the case file. 'Unwilling to cooperate with law enforcement. Difficult, and exceedingly intelligent. Interact with caution.'

The information that should have scared him just made him even more eager to meet with the guy. 

He was to bargain with the famed Ruben 'Ruvik' Victoriano. The rumors floating around the KCPD made him sound more god than man. Apparently he was so smart he was already operating on donated brains when he was a kid. Apparently he was so ruthless he refused to use anesthetic on his victims, instead letting them suffer through the brain probing and mutilations until they either died or killed themselves to end the pain. Apparently - and this was the one that really got him - the police wouldn't''ve caught him at all had it not been for the brat's assistant chickening out and revealing his whereabouts. Now the geezer was under witness protection because he was genuinely terrified of what Ruvik could do to him, even when he was behind bars. 

Well, he didn't care if Ruvik was a man or a god or anything in between. He'd find a way to get him to assist in the case, whether the bastard liked it or not. The asshole was so popular, it seemed, that a new psychologically unstable freak decided to copy him and go on a disturbingly familiar killing spree. As if one Dr. Jekyll wasn't enough. And there was only one person on the face of the earth that knew Ruben well enough to give insight to where the copycat killer would strike again.

He paused in front of the door to the interrogation room, flashing his ID to the security guards and smoothing down his suit. His hand jerked to a stop as it met the familiar shape of his hip flask under the jacket, and he tried to push the thought out of his mind. Damn, what he'd do for a drink to calm his nerves right now. He'd take a sip as soon as he got out of that room, and hopefully it would be a victory swig and not one that was an attempt to drown his sorrows. He sighed, gathering his thoughts, and one of the guards sniggered under his breath.

"You nervous, kid?" he asked with a grin.

Sebastian was thrilled that he had his partner back, but damn did it make hiding from the Haunted a hell of a lot harder than before.

He tried to resist popping over the concrete partition and blasting a few caps into their heads, instead closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. He needed to take his mind off the wheezing and growling that emitted from their enemies, sounds that kept getting closer with every passing moment. He ripped off a section of his shirt, wrapping it around a wound his partner has sustained during the initial struggle. At first he didn’t register his partner’s voice, but when he did he could only think of one way to respond.