Special Case [EvenEcho&Hideki] (Private)

[-Hideki-]

Viktor Østergaard

Gender: Male

Age: 25 years

Height: 1.83m

Hair colour: black

Eye colour: green

Sexual orientation: homosexual

Occupation: Student of criminology

Biography:

Viktor’s mum died while giving birth to him and her twin sister Lillian what led to him and her growing up at his grandmother’s house because his father wasn’t present due to his job that required him to travel around the world.

The only thing the two of them ever saw from him were his checks and money. Their father forgot about them completely when he settled down in China and married his new wife there.

 

Since both of them had never actually gotten to know him they didn’t miss him much and were happy growing up at their grandmother’s place. They didn’t own a lot but their grandmother took good care of them and they had good times together.

 

This changed when both kids were in middle school and Lillian got kidnapped by a person unknown for a reason unknown. The uncertainty, the worries and the clinging to every little sign of hope they could find dominated the lives of his grandma and him for six years. Contacting his father in China only made him feel more miserable as that mans response to his sister being kidnapped was “How much money should I send you this time?”

 

After six years the police – more coincidently than due to their work – found Lillian’s body in a chest type freezer in an apartment building. They were able to convict the person who had raped and tortured her over years and had killed her when she once had fought back too much and had then put her body into the chest type freezer keeping it there to occasionally do stuff to it even after her death.

 

Not able dealing with all of this Viktor and his grandmother had demanded death penalty for his twin sister’s murderer but no matter the punishment it wouldn’t eradicate the suffering and the torture Lillian had to endure nor bring back his sister to life.

 

Every piece of hope and joy had been sucked out of their lives completely and advocating for the death penalty didn’t really help dealing with their rage and their grief. Viktor buried himself in his school work trying to get a scholarship for university since they had no money to pay for a good education for him. He finished high-school as an all A student, got his scholarship and went to university.

 

His grandmother got angry with him when she heard what subject he wanted to study though. She wanted him to do something that would make him happy, something positive and not him constantly thinking about and working with the sickest and most disgusting cases and individuals in society. Viktor’s decision was set in stone though and his grandmother hadn’t been able to change his mind. He wanted to understand. Understand why things like that happened and through understanding them preventing them and maybe saving innocent people like his sister before they ended up in the freezer.

 

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He turned off the electric shaver and attempted to put on some after shave balm staring into his own green eyes in the mirror of the bathroom that belonged to his room in the dormitory of the university he attended. It was early in the morning but he was completely refreshed and ready for the lecture of today. Actually he was looking forward to it since he had prepared a really decent assay that he would give to the professor afterwards.

 

Viktor was the best in his semester and he was keen on staying the best. There had been no single case that they had been talking about that he hadn’t done extra work for. When others celebrated, drank or watched sport he learned and researched and that paid off.

He had never had much interest in parties and trivial matters like that even though he wasn’t unpopular and got quite a few invitations.

The special case that captivated him was not one of a criminal, nor did it have anything to do with his studies, it was the professor.

 

For some reason that man was fascinating to him and Viktor just knew that there was more to that guy than just teaching students and it made him want to learn more about him. Whenever his eyes had met those of the older man he had seen a depth in them that made every ocean look like a puddle in comparison. He could see stories hidden behind them that he couldn’t possibly imagine. That man was like a treasure map to him and the key to the others mind and heart was the treasure. And he would get to that treasure for sure.

 

At the beginning of that semester they had gotten introduced to their new professor and ever since then Viktor had observed him closely and had developed that weird interest for him while no one else seemed to see anything remotely interesting about the professor and usually just shrugged when he talked about him. After a while his friends had found his interest rather amusing and had started to make fun about it. They had asked him how he had developed a thing for middle aged guys. One fellow gay guy had stated that he was much younger, more interesting and attractive and that Viktor should rather obsess over him instead of that old fuck and his best friend had wanted to know whether that professor was the equivalent of a MILF in the gay world adn that was why he wanted to fuck him.

 

None of them got it at all! They were only hooked on sex and the age gap. His attraction towards that man wasn’t merely physical. Sure, he considered the professor handsome and he was sexually attracted to him but that was not the reason why he was so intrigued by him. He just wanted to know his story, know what he was about, to be able to completely understand his mindset and how he operated. He didn’t only want to get to know him; it was even deeper than just that. Probably his friends didn’t understand this because it was completely bonkers.

 

When he was ready he left the bathroom and heard a loud snoring coming from the side of the room in which his roommate’s bed stood. The guy had stumbled into their room at 4am, completely drunk and smelling like weed. He was a spoiled guy of rich parents who had no obligation to get good grades. If he was to fail his parents would just pay for another year. And that was the way this guy acted. Stewart, that was his name, was so indifferent that it disgusted Viktor sometimes. He tried not to judge him though, maybe if he had had his life he would use that opportunity to have fun and party as well now to. There was no way Viktor would ever know that because he wasn’t like him and his life had had no similarity with his at all.

 

The black haired man grabbed his bag and left their room. He greeted some of the people he met, nodded to others he saw on the campus until he reached the lecture hall. He placed himself in the front row on the seat in the middle. He always sat there and he valued that place even more ever since the new professor had been the one holding the lessons.

 

Gradually the room filled with students and it got louder in the hall. It took a while and then the professor finally entered and the first one to stare him in the eyes was Viktor. It was always Viktor. His green eyes scanned the older man’s body, every move and every gesture. He even memorised the clothes the other wore to look whether he would be able to identify some clothing habits or anything like that. When the professor’s voice sounded through the hall it became quieter and Viktor couldn’t wait for presenting him his assay after the lecture when all the other students were already gone. He would approach him yet another time, he was a rather persistent guy.

[EvenEcho]

Basic Information

Name: Dragomir Gabor

Age: 32

Race: Human

Occupation: Professor of Criminology

Birth date: March 14th

Orientation: Homosexual

Physical Description

Height: 1.72 m

Weight: 63 kg

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Appearance: Dragomir is much like his mother as he is smaller, petite even, but inherited his father’s hair since his mother has blonde hair. He is average height and weight and tends to wear suits since he is a professor and therefore likes to look professional.

Background

Family: Miron Gabor (father); Ileana Gabor (mother)

History: Dragomir was born to Ileana and Miron Gabor after the couple had spent three years trying to conceive. He was truly a miracle child in this sense. Being a curious child, he often asked questions about how the world worked but he was most fascinated by how humans worked, what they thought. He could look at people and wonder what it would be like to be in their shoes, where they were going, what they planned on doing with their lives and this fascinated him the most. Overall, Dragomir had a happy childhood although it was a little lonely with no family, but he did have his best friend who eventually moves away, but he would always remember him. Dragomir graduated high school with average grades, he wasn’t a genius but he wasn’t incompetent either and he worked hard to get his degrees. He used to help profile criminals with the local police force and he was very good at his job, but after a near-death experience with a man holding a gun to his head, he decided to turn to teaching. He enjoys his job and helping people learn just because he knows that he is helping the next generation by assisting in the training of the people who will be helping protect them.

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Dragomir had woken up earlier than he usually did. His alarm hadn't even gone off despite being set for five in the morning. It was about three forty in the morning and he knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. He took an extra long shower, letting the warm water relax his body. He stepped out and toweled off before getting dressed for the day. There were classes that day, it was actually a Tuesday so he only had a few more days before he was off for the weekend. Speaking of the weekend, Dragomir imagined he would spend it alone as he usually did. Perhaps he would go to the library or read the science and psychology journals that were piling up in his mailbox and email.

 

Breakfast was a fast and quiet affair before he grabbed his shoulder bag filled with his laptop and all the lesson plans he had written. They were currently in one of his favourite areas of criminology. He arrived at his lecture hall and entered. He made eye contact with his most promising student and looked away before setting up at his desk. "Quiet down," he said in an attempt to get the hall quiet and prepared for the lesson. He hooked his laptop up to the screen and got out his clicker before putting on the slideshow. He had an actual case, a very old case, with real photos taken during the investigation for them to analyse today; also, they would be discussing the theories and thoughts published by Émile Durkheim, a prolific social scientist that was more about the history of criminology.

 

"Goodmorning," he started before clicking and the Power Point started. "First, I would like to warn you that the content in this slide show is a little graphic; it is from one of the most interesting cases of all time, in fact, this case has had criminologists as well as psychologists and philosophers rubbing their chins and heads wondering what exactly was going through his mind. We'll be talking about the the Harold Shipman case. A medical doctor living the UK. He is one of the most devastating serial killers of all time due to the sheer amount of people he had managed to slaughter before his incarceration. He is dead now, been dead for thirteen years, but he is still one of the most prolific killers in the world," he showed a slide of Shipman's mugshot.

 

After they reviewed over the information, he was taking questions. He was sure many of the students were thinking something along the lines of 'how could someone take so much life?' he answered it generally for them. "As a doctor, Shipman had opportunity to take many lives. He was around the sickly and dying very often and he had control over their survival. Doctors are generally trusted in society due to the authority they had, I personally think that Shipman was simply trying to play God. Perhaps the power he had went to his head, paired with delusional thinking and diagnosed personality disorders, most likely Antisocial Personality Disorder, he simply couldn't feel remorse for his victims. It is truly sad that he was able to kill so many people, so many innocent people. Now, was there anything you would like to have cleared up. Remember, a lot of these things are theories as opposed to facts. Criminology isn't an exact science and it relies heavily on gathering the facts and using them to understand the way a criminal is thinking or how they will act next."

 

He had yet to talk about Émile Durkheim's theories as a sociologist and yet class was almost over. He didn't prepare as thoroughly as he had thought apparently. He would just have to make his explanation of Émile Durkheim short tomorrow. He was disappointed that he hadn't had the chance to speak of Mr. Durkheim because he was truly and interesting figure.

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Viktor absorbed everything the professor said taking notes in his barely readable handwriting. His thoughts got already hooked on the case and cases with medical professionals abusing their power and knowledge in general. He already knew what he would do in the afternoon. Sure, he had told Ian that he would go and watch the football game with him and he would but his best friend hadn’t said that he couldn’t bring his laptop or wasn’t supposed to use the internet while he sat there at the football game.

 

Researching this would be easier for him than what he had researched before. His assay was about an Austrian woman’s case who had been kidnapped and locked away by some maniac. Her case had a better ending than Lillian’s though.

 

Viktor had made several attempts of analysing and researching his sister’s case in the same manner he did with the other cases but he just hadn’t been able to. He couldn’t do it. The mere thought of finding clues, clues that could have potentially saved her life, mistakes the investigating officers made, holes in the profilers analysis, he didn’t know how to cope with it even thinking about it.

He already held a deep grudge against the people who had worked on that case for being incompetent, for letting her suffer and die like that.

 

So the only moments when he really got back into his sisters case was whenever he would stand next to his grandma at a pro-death penalty demonstration.

Since no one knew about his sister everyone who knew that he was pro-death penalty didn’t understand why the best guy in the semester would hold such a worldview. He had even lost a friend to this. She considered herself a human rights activist and they had gotten into a fight over that and in the end she had dumped him because of his “archaic, barbaric, inhumane and undemocratic” believes.

 

The only one of his friends who accompanied him on that was Ian. But Ian was different because they had known each other since primary school and hence he knew his story. Not that Viktor had ever talked to him about it. They never had but still Ian had been there for him the way Viktor had accepted it. His friend had no opinion on the death penalty however. He had no political opinion whatsoever. He said politics weren’t really his thing and didn’t interest him. It had too many grey-areas to him for knowing what was right, what was wrong and where to stand on it. He was a mathematician and he had said that what he loved about maths the most was that it was clear and simple. The language of the numbers wasn’t vague and that he wished social interactions and people were more like maths.

 

Viktor had put way too much thought into that statement and had come to the conclusion that if the world worked more like math, if everything was calculative and if people acted logically and rational his sister and many other people would probably still be alive.

 

This was not the case though. No one would ever stop someone from putting a stranger into the freezer with maths. As a kid Viktor had wanted to be a mechanical engineer, he wanted to construct things. But after that incident with his sister, he had questioned the sense in that. No machine he could ever build would on its own prevent someone from murdering or torturing someone ever.

 

When the lecture ended he waited until the room cleared. Viktor packed his things incredibly slowly, nearly in slow motion.

It took a while until only the professor and him were left there.

The black haired student went up to him and the light in the room made his hair look bluish.

“I once read that men who know how to heal are also very proficient killers, I just can’t remember where.” He started off the conversation. “With medical professionals it is just like with every other work fields that gives you a certain power over other people, some will shamelessly abuse their power and knowledge.”

 

Viktor’s green eyes looked into the hazel ones behind the other mans glasses. He was slender and shorter than him but he also had something graceful as the younger man thought.

“This is by far not the only case like this. I especially find the cases of doctors who participated in experimenting on humans during war times quite interesting.” He added and then remembered the assay.

He handed the folder to his professor. “I’ve done some extra work on the last case we spoke about.”

[EvenEcho]

Dragomir noticed his most interesting and seemingly interested student approach him after class. He had purposely waited until the other students left, that much was obvious. Why did he wait? Dragomir was curious to know now. He smiled; of course Mr. Østergaard would be the student to come to him and give him information, as opposed to students who came only to ask him questions, the most common of those questions was if they missed any work due to their previous absence(s). He accepted the folder handed to him. He set it on his desk, he still had a little bit of work to do anyway, he would look it over briefly before taking it home to grade it.

 

"Yes, wars are the time of the greatest murder, not only because of the war itself, but due to all the chaos. It makes finding the culprit of vicious crimes harder. Not only this, but doctors are asked to help the civilians and use their expertise to make sure the most people live and they have an entire, unspoiled feeding ground to take what they like. Then there are the doctors asked to specifically do harm, or at least others are aware of their experiments and don't say anything about it. Truly, humans are the most vilest creatures. We slaughter in the name of religion, power, feuds; we have the potential to abuse the power that we are given in order to help and then they see an opening to do what they want simply because they can. Of course, severe, untreated mental illness also plays a part in these things, but we can't always rely on mental illness because while some criminals are sick, some are truly just evil... we will be discussing what evil means, at least in a theoretical, sociological and philosophical sense in a week, so now you know," he smiled again as it had fallen as he spoke.

 

"One could argue that killing in the name of war is murder, but then others can also claim that it is patriotism, which one it really is, I don't think anyone will agree or compromise on a universally known answer anytime soon," he looked down at his desk and at his cooling coffee, he had only had time to drink the first half of it and now it was likely cold with a film over the top, disgusting coffee film. "Would you like to discuss anything else while you're here?"

 

Dragomir honestly didn't have much to do. Yes, he had grading and writing, of course he had to plan lessons for a few more days after tomorrow but other than that he would probably sit at home and read all the new articles on Psychology Today or something similar. He had enough money to live comfortably, but not luxuriously, and he didn't need luxury, he just needed to feel safe quite honestly. He had seen so much violence, had been so close to death and other scary and possibly life-threatening things that he hadn't the ability to truly think one could be safe anywhere, but cozy, comfortable, somewhere that would help him delusion himself into thinking that he was safe.

 

While his childhood was comfortable if not odd, as he wasn't too similar to others, he was definitely sure his adult life was anything but comfortable. He had been placed in too many horrific situations to count in his years, and while they were all for the greater good of society, he also knew that he had lost a little piece of himself. He had lost the ability to truly believe that anyone could honestly be safe in such a world. While this may not seem like something too big, it was truly unnerving because it also affected his daily living. He had a hard time trusting people, he had a difficult time looking at someone and seeing anything besides the possibility of a wrongdoing on their part. He was constantly profiling and it wasn't as if he thought about it. His ability to look at someone and tell certain things about them was similar to when people looked at someone and saw whether they were poor or wealthy based on their clothes or something as superficial as that. Depending on what he saw, would dictate whether he struck up conversation and usually, there were too many unreliable or odd factors to trust speaking with anyone.

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Viktor listened to what his professor had to say and he knew that he would look forward to their upcoming topics. The younger man didn’t think that mental illness was anything that would lessen the wrong doings of a person or somehow made them less despicable. For him the only reason to care for their mental illness was that by understanding them and being able to think oneself into them one could get them and immobilise them. He wanted to see them locked away and rot in prison for eternity. There was no sympathy or empathy for the perpetrators in him at all only the will to understand them, to get into their minds to protect society.

 

The black haired guy advocated for harder punishments for all crimes, even for the less severe ones. He was basically a hard-liner in the package of a sophisticated student and that was one of the reasons that made him not too popular with the other criminology students. Most of his friends studied different subjects; mostly in the STEM fields.

 

The question of good and evil and what evil really meant was one that he had asked himself before regardless. While he was sure that crimes should be punished hard and with every means necessary and that one should never forget a criminals wrong doings nor ever forgive them, he wasn’t sure when it came to whether these people were evil or not and who and what evil exactly was.

 

Viktor looked at his professor and leaned himself onto the desk casually before he spoke:”I’m really looking forward to this. I have thought about that not only once but many times and I came to a different result every time I did and I am not even counting those times where I considered the possibility that good and evil don’t even exist.”

 

The man looked a little lost in his own head for a moment, when he heard Professor Gabor’s voice again asking whether there was something else that he would like to ask.

His green eyes watched the other closely and he came to the conclusion that this was the perfect opportunity to ask something that he wanted to know about the other man, even though that had nothing to do with his studies.

“You weren’t always a professor who taught students were you? Have you worked in cooperation with the police? What was it like when you were able to get one of them, to keep them from doing any more harm? And why did you give that up in exchange for teaching students most of which are completely hopeless cases who will never achieve anything?” the questions where flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall and he had to stop himself in order to not bombard the other with even more questions he shouldn’t been asking in the first place.

[EvenEcho]

Dragomir let out a chuckle before smiling and shaking his head. "No, no, I truly believe at least one of my students from every class will succeed and help people in the future. However, I didn't always teach, you're correct, I had a rather unnerving incident with a perpetrator and couldn't do it again. Perhaps it was cowardly of me, to stop using my expertise to save people, but I couldn't depart this life without trying to teach at least one person from the next generation to take my place. One day, I hope to see one of you, be it yourself or one of your classmates -- I have an idea it will most likely be you -- to protect the people here just as I had. You, unlike myself, can make a difference however, you can help change the world for the better. What I failed to do.

 

"Also, I'm glad you're looking forward to our discussion. Have you ever given thought to good and evil? What do you consider good? What do you consider evil? And what do you consider human?" He smiled, "I apologize, but I must cut this short. Be prepared for class tomorrow, I will be looking forward to hearing your opinions. Please, excuse me," Dragomir finished gathering his materials and hiding them away in his briefcase or desk. "I see you out," he smiled warmly. He didn't know much about his student's tragic past, in fact, he didn't know anyone from that case by name but it was still a case he heard about. It was used as a case to warn police and the justice departments on how not to behave.

 

After class, Dragomir planned on getting a cup of coffee and maybe something small to eat before going back to his apartment to grade papers and to read some Psychology Today or some other place that reports new findings in the fields related to criminology, psychology, sociology and philosophy. He was a profiler, so he wasn't exactly trained to be put in serious and potentially life threatening situations. He was trained to work behind the scenes and help narrow down the suspects. He was like the sharpener for an artists' pencils if you will. The exacto knife used to cut away the stray edges of the material and to make things sharper and cleaner for others to view.

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He hadn’t thought that his professor would actually answer this private question to him because he didn’t have to tell a student anything about his life or his past. Viktor felt lucky that he wasn’t scolded and that the older man trusted him with something that was so personal and had probably been a hard decision to make.

Maybe some people would actually deem it cowardly indeed that someone as capable would drop out after an incident that could happen in that field but Viktor didn’t. Who was he to judge?

He hadn’t been in the situation and he also thought it was better to admit that one couldn’t do it any longer than to continue doing it affected and impaired or doing it half-heartedly because the victims of crimes would have to pay for that.

 

“If it affected you and you didn’t feel you could do it anymore it was the right decision to make space for someone else. I would call that responsible and reasonable and not cowardly!” the student stated and after some inspirational words from the professor for Viktor to think about the older one left the lecture hall leaving him to be the last one to leave.

 

When he came back into his room Stewart was still snoring so he didn’t stay long and decided to go into the canteen where he was having a tea. He hadn’t had much time since after half an hour Ian appeared already dressed in his favourite team’s tricot.

Arriving in front of the stadium his best friend had a surprise that none of them was thrilled about. “This is Jessica!” Ian introduced a female student to him. “Hello. Viktor!” the criminology student said and he then turned to Ian. “What is she doing here?” he whispered and Ian sighed:”I met her yesterday at the party and she said she wanted to come with us. I didn’t want her to come but she wanted to and if I had said no she would have been mad at me.”

 

Jessica kept talking none-stop and Viktor had never seen Ian in such an annoyed state in a football stadium. He would have thought that this was hilarious, especially the fact that Jessica had zero knowledge about how football worked, but her blabbering made it impossible for him to concentrate on his research about the doctor.

 

After a while Ian send the woman to buy some random stuff just to keep her away and finally Viktor had been able to focus on his laptop. However his thoughts were occupied not with the criminal but with Professor Gabor. He asked himself what case it was that had led him to resign, in which situation he had been, how his life as a profiler had been overall. Viktor even searched for the man on the internet but he couldn’t find any information regarding his past, well, of course he couldn’t. Ian leaned over and looked at the screen of his laptop.

“Are you serious man?” he complained. “First Jessica keeps ruining it for me and now you’re not even engaging in watching the match with me but instead are stalking your professor on the internet? That’s sick man ! You need help! And a guide to learn how to be better friend as well!” With those words the maths student closed his laptop without caring about Viktor’s fingers.

 

“If she is so annoying and you can’t stand her company, why on earth didn’t you tell her that you don’t want to hang out with her?” the black haired said to the blond who raised his eyebrows. “Have you seen her tits man? I take her out today and tonight I’ll have a lot of fun. You should start seeing people as well. And I don’t mean your fucking professor!”

 

After the match he had been dragged to a party and there he met Stewart too who apparently had just gotten out of bed. He didn’t want to be there but Ian had insisted and he had accompanied him and Jessica only to be left alone after a few minutes because Ian couldn’t let his hands off that brainless chick with the huge tits. He had wanted to leave then but had run into some other friends and acquaintances who hadn’t let him disappear.

 

When he arrived back in his room it was already midnight and he had done no research at all so he had to get to work immediately. He tried to focus on the subject and not get distracted by speculating over the professor’s life again and it was harder than he had thought but he made it.

 

By the time his alarm rang he was surrounded by way too many empty tins of energy drinks and full of coffin but he had finished the assay. Stewart hadn’t returned the whole night and he didn’t want to know where he was.

Viktor took a shower and then headed to the lecture hall without any sleep at all. He was a little impatient and restless from all the coffin but he made his notes as he always did and kept paying attention to everything the man that interested him so much in so many ways had to teach them.

 

Just like on the day before he waited for the hall to clear before he went up to his professor, laying his assay on the desk. “I apologise for this work in advance. I have made the mistake of being distracted and I even let my friends steel my time, this will not happen again.” He said because he wasn’t too happy with his work this time. Then he turned around, ready to leave and realised that he would be just as distracted today as he had been yesterday.

 

The younger male reassured himself that no one else was there anymore and then he turned around again, looking into his professor’s eyes, before he took the older man’s hand. “I want to know more about you and your work as a profiler. Who was that perpetrator, what case was it?” he said and was talking way too fast because of his restless state and then he bluntly asked: “Would you go out with me for tea the upcoming weekend professor?”

 

The seconds of silence that followed made him nervous, what had he just done there? He noticed that he was holding the other man’s hand and he let go of it. “I’m sorry!” he apologised and then he shook his head, laughing about himself:” Who am I kidding? I’m not sorry!”