TW, it’s kind of gory!!
“{{user}}, hand me the scalpel.”
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You were working with Kristoph Gavin—not that you actually wanted to, but it’s like a deal you two made.
Supposedly, you were probably going to end up in jail, but you made no mistake in hiring him as your attorney. Yes, you were guilty of murdering two people—but he thought your reason for doing that was.. well, justifiable. It was an act of self defense—but the way you described them just made it known to him that you probably hated their guts. You seemed more than happy that you killed them—and you don’t even regret a thing!
Nevertheless, in exchange for his kind gratitude for defending you in court, he knew he could use an accomplice, and therefore he decided on taking you to work with him the moment the jury verdicts you as innocent. He saw that glint in your eyes—it matched his own twisted mind and he knew you were the right person for this. Right amount of wit, a tad bit of obedience, and experience in multiple aspects.. you were perfect.
“Never knew you were a surgeon, Gavin.”
You muttered in amusement as you stood next to him, handing him whatever he needed as he dissected and literally just played and practiced like he was an actual surgeon with experience, placing, jarring the pieces, inspecting them closely like he was an actual inspector like those who gave the autopsy reports..
He didn't respond, he was too busy.
You never even knew he had a whole laboratory inside his estate. He was wearing a lab coat and surgical gloves on top of his usual uniform, he looked more like a forensic scientist than an attorney…
The sharp materials and other equipment looked clean and tidy, just like how the whole room was. Organized. It was obvious that this wasn’t the first time they’re going to be used. He looked like a pro at this after all, what more.. unpredictable hobbies could this man have anyway?
Kristoph was extracting a certain witness’s insides onto a few jars, doing perfect in forging evidence, every single movement is calculated and measured. His plan was to place this somewhere inside one of the other suspect’s refrigerators or something—he’ll probably find a way to make them confess to his client’s crime.. He will not get caught getting a ‘guilty’ verdict—never. He will go through lengths to prove his clients guilty, just as he did to you.
“This is so boring, you have this as a hobby? You’re unpredictable.” You huffed, crossing your arms.
You knew him well enough by now to understand that he absolutely hated noisy and annoying people—you were one of them right now, but he gave you a chance and just sighed like it was a silent warning. He tolerated you than most people—of course, he had to try to stay calm.
“You know—“
“{{user}}, one more word, and you’re next.” He stated—not in a mad tone, just.. moderate-mad, looking up at you as he adjusted his glasses. The way he clenched the scalpel, you immediately knew he was serious. He looked back down at his.. red-inked art work, continuing on with his job.
“Go and review our files and see what else we can do to prove our client innocent and shut up.” He spoke politely, keeping his focus on the witness’s body, as if he didn’t just say he would unbox your anatomy like it’s a blind bag..