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Post by Daeiel on May 13, 2009 21:53:04 GMT -6
Alice Thickets stared intently at her red-haired reflection. Still fogged over from her overly-long, luxurious shower, the mirror was partially masked in steaming obscurity. However, Alice had had the distinct impression that her reflection had moved.
She turned away; Thursday nights were too strictly routine to afford any time for superstition now. And every school-child knew that mirror reflections could not move on their own!
She shook her young, wet head, laughing at herself. It was a forced laugh, a laugh that had no foundation, no leg to stand on.
It was soon replaced by a horrifying scream as a darkness ballooned out from her body and launched itself at her throat.
Her reflection in the mirror, however, looked on and smiled. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Detective Gilbert?"
Louis Gilbert of the Scotland Yard stood, hands clapsed behind his back, lips pursed, dark hair slipping from its usually carefully maintained smile.
"What do you think, Detective?"
Louis shook his head. "Not suicide; the look in the eyes is too wild for that. But there is not a single trace of any other person being in this flat..."
The assistant shrugged, snapped a photo, and continued. "Brutal death, at any rate."
"Yes," commented Detective Gilbert, "But by whose hand?" -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rumours of several unexplainable murders are rapidly rising. What is causing them? Why are they occuring?
No one knows. At least, not until now.
First of all, I should like to make a few things perfectly clear: there is no God-moding, nor excessive gore, nor sensual allusions.
Second, you must somehow work it into your head that shadows and reflections are similar; one is a reflection of light, the other of darkness. Thus the title: Reflections, encompassing both Mirrors and Shadows as one.
This is meant to be a mystery, with a bit of fantasy thrown in there for fun. If anyone is interested, well, the topic's open!!
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Post by Hayleigh on May 14, 2009 13:40:28 GMT -6
Viola looked around at the empty streets and had a weird feeling creep down her spine. Normally the streets were crowded with people and now not even a cat was running across the street.
Her day had been very unusaul. When she woke up her mom actually talked to her, which isn't ordinary. Normally her mom would just act like she would just act like she wasn't there. That's what tipped her off that something was wrong.
Amanda, her best friend, was acting weird to. It was like Viola's world was turning into something else and she really didn't know what to do.
The clouds were covering the sun and the wind rapidly blowing as she walked home from school alone.
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Post by Elli on May 14, 2009 21:09:38 GMT -6
Aidan stretched his arms in the air, fingers interlocked. He dropped his left hand, the right calmly opened the door. A flurry of movement out of the corner of his eye made him glance back to make sure nothing was there... it was as if the shadow had moved. He shrugged it off as a black cat and opened the door to his flat. He spotted his neighbor, the old Native American woman scrambling around her apartment, packing bags. The only thing he could get out of her hushed talking was some crap about the shadows being aloof or whatever.
He rolled his eyes, such a superstitious old lady, he wouldn't be all to sad to see her go. The old lady was constantly harrassing him about checking his shadow to make sure that it stayed in line and to remove his mirrors. She was crazy, and he really didn't think anything of what she said. It went in one ear and out the other.
He unlocked his apartment door, glancing at the phone to see that the answering machine light was blinking. He groaned, it was probably his dad saying something about staying late after work. There was always something going on at the police department. He listened, and sure enough there was a rash case of murders that was going unsolved. It would be awhile before he saw his dad again, he knew it. ------- ((Note: This time Kern is going to be good, and totally different.)) Kern Lankins looked up from the paper work and rubbed his eyes. Nothing, every glance he took didn't reveal anything towards the possiblity of a murderer or anything. Really, the only evidence of someone else being there were the strangulation marks on the vicitims necks. Running a hand through his hair he thanked a receptionist for the fresh cup of coffee. He already knew that it was going to be an all-nighter.
Glancing at the clock he wondered if his son had gotten home and heard the message. He hoped that Aidan would actually adhear to his advice and stay home with the windows and door locked. If only if only.
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Post by Daeiel on May 15, 2009 6:26:48 GMT -6
"Hey, Mom, I'm home...."
No response showed itself in the dingy state of their flat.
"Mom? Mom, I'm home....Where are you?"
Daniel Chevalglass picked his way precariously to the minisculely tiny kitchenette, his backpack lying haphazardly across one shoulder. "Mom?"
A dirt-stained, well-worn old paper was stuck to the freezer carelessly, the one last piece of Scotch tape desperately trying to keep ahold of it.
Daniel's shoulders sank as he picked up the note and read it aloud.
"Danny, I'm out with some friends. Don't worry and don't call. Leftovers in the fridge. -Mom XOXO"
Daniel crumpled the note and chucked it in with the rest of the overflowing garbage, his face now devoid of emotion. She'd done it again. Left him with some believable story, insisting that he not call and check up on her, to hold her accountable. To remind her that she was a mother with more than one seventeen-year-old son.
There was also a four-year-old daughter.
"Hey, Krissi...." called Daniel, knowing that she should be home by now, unless his Mom had dropped her off at a daycare they couldn't possibly pay for.
"Krissi, baby, come on. I'm home."
"Daddy?" called a weak, small voice.
"No, not Daddy, baby. Danny."
"Brudder?" He heard her little feet toddle out of the room she shared with their Mom, dragging her stuffed elephant (christened Big) along behind her.
"That's right, Krissi, it's brother."
"Danny!!!" Krissi's entire demeanor changed as she appeared, from tired, weak, and utterly helpless to vigorous and energetic. "Danny Danny Dan Dan!"
"Hi, baby!" Danny's own face, lean and drawn with premature age, held out his arms as Krissi openly jumped in.
He swung her around before flipping her over and holding her by the feet, rocking her from side to side as he walked in a careful circle around the room.
She was laughing uncontrollably, and so was he; for the time being, there was no neglect. -----------------------------------------------------------------
"Strange case, this."
Louis Gilbert cracked a crooked smile, his storm-coloured eyes twinkling. "To put it mildly."
His assistant returned the not-quite-smile, continuing with, "The tests from the victim's autopsy came back. Some strangulation marks on the throat; it's painfully obvious that that was the cause of death."
"Strangulation marks?" Miss Thickets body was untouched.
"Yessir. See? Look at this picture..."
The neck in the photo showed a long, slender neck, mottled with purple bruises and covered partially with very long, dark onyx hair.
"That's not her," stated Detective Gilbert.
"These were the tests that came back..." The assistant, one Maxwell Drummer, peered at the photo with new intrigue.
"That's not her. Miss Thickets had red hair. This woman obviously has black."
"These were the tests that came back."
Detective Gilbert grabbed the manila envelope, shoving the incriminating picture back in its respecitve habitat. "They're wrong."
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Post by Elli on May 15, 2009 16:14:20 GMT -6
Aidan listened calmly to the recording his dad had left. Already he knew it would be awhile before he would see his father. He obeyed his father's commands, locking the door and the various windows throughout the apartment. He jumped when he heard a tapping noise on the window as if someone wanted in. He ignored it because he figured it to be the one tall tree in the area. It was constantly hitting the windows, even breaking one during a bad storm.
Going through the dark hallway he went to his room, turning on his light, and then plopped down on his bed. This was going to be a boring night. Bending down he picked up his laptop from the floor, turning it on, he examined the screen, waiting for it to boot up. He groaned, there was an assignment due soon that was major points. He would have to pull a couple all nighters to get it done in time. He got up to let his computer finish loading whatever it needed to and headed back to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, then a couple of the cabinets, and he groaned. There was nothing to eat in the house except a bag of cheetos. He was going to have to go get groceries soon.
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Post by Hayleigh on May 15, 2009 17:04:48 GMT -6
As soon as Viola got home she went to her room, dropped her stuff on the floor, and went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Looking through the cabinet by the fridge and found some Hershey's. As soon as she took it out of the Cabinet the phone rang.
"Hello"
"Hey, sweetheart, its mom. Just thought I'd let you know that I'm gonna be working late." Her mom answered with a happy tone.
"It's fine, mom...I have to work anyway. I was just getting ready to leave." She sighed not really wanting to talk to her mom. Why was she talking to her anyway?
"Okay, well I will see you when I get home tonight." Click.
After hanging up the phone, Viola grabbed her purse and walked out of the house and locked the door. Still no one was in the streets.
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Post by Daeiel on May 16, 2009 15:46:20 GMT -6
"What do you mean, they're wrong?" Maxwell Drummer struggled to keep up with Gilbert's determined stride, still incredulously grasping the incorrect evidence.
"What I meant was that they're wrong. How much clearer can I make that?"
"There's no need for sarcasm, Gilbert..."
Louis cracked his usual lop-sided grin. "As long as you're around, Drummer, there's always a need for sarcasm...."
Drummer glowered at the Inspector, before giving an incredibly bitter, "Ha, ha, ha."
Gilbert did not let levity invade his mind more than was needed; there had been an unexplained murder, and the autopsy results were not from the correct victim.
A young autopsy technician entered the hall, a clipboard held loosely on one arm. Timothy Cimmerian was inscripted on his name-tag, black-framed glasses were perched upon his rather aquiline nose. Louis Gilbert was quite sure he had never seen him before, but, that was to be expected. The Autopsy Clinic was constantly hiring.
"Ah, hello, there!" called Louis Gilbert.
Timothy Cimmerian barely looked up, but the slight inclination of his dark-haired head was enough to indicate that Detective Gilbert had his attention, however brief it may be.
Gilbert cleared his throat before presenting the photo. "You wouldn't happen to know who this is, would you?"
Timothy Cimmerian looked over his glasses at the picture, before nodding and saying, "Yes, yes.....I believe that picture is of the neck of a Miss Strausbury."
"Strausbury?" asked Gilbert, "This was supposed to be Miss Thickets."
Cimmerian looked up at the Inspector, revealing eyes blacker than Night itself. "Well, haven't you heard? There was another. Miss Thickets' not the only one in that room."
With that, Timothy Cimmerian turned on one heel and continued on his way down the hall.
Louis Gilbert watched him go, his storm-cloud-grey eyes entranced.
Timothy Cimmerian had no shadow.
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Post by Elli on May 16, 2009 20:31:59 GMT -6
Kern took a drink of his coffee when the receptionist popped a note on his desk. Apparently there was something wrong with the autopsy... he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. It just was not his night at all. Slowly standing up from his desk, he briskly walked down to the Autopsy Clinic to figure out what the matter was.
He passed one of the technicians, a man by the name of Timothy, he nodded his head in acknowledgement, and the man nodded back.
He walked into the room, looking at Louis Gilbert questioningly for a moment before asking the question. "May I ask what happened to the autopsy? Gracie told me something about there being a mess-up of some kind." ---------- Aidan grabbed a bag of chips and a can of pop, going back to his room. The laptop was done booting up and he logged onto the internet. Right away he noticed the news, big bold letters proclaiming yet another mysterious death in a line of murders. It was the same case that his father was a part of and he sighed. This was not giving the police department a good rap.
He went to the NYPD site and hacked into it. He laughed at himself at the fact that the defense of such a prestigous police force was so easy to get onto. He glanced at the case files, and shook his head. Nothing new yet, he doubted that the autopsy had even been put into the files.
Finishing his brisk check, he logged off of there and went straight to the chat forum that he had created all on his own. There was already multiple posts on the newest murder. He read each one thouroughly, then posting what all he had found out about it. Really no one knew what was really going on, he was the only one with the slightest clue, but he had a feeling that the more dogged people would soon uncover something. So he just waited.
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Post by Hayleigh on May 16, 2009 20:44:41 GMT -6
Viola made it to the Library right on time as usual. No one was in the place, besides Mary her boss, so she decided to get on the computers really quick before she put up some books. Yahoo popped up and all over the news was information on the recent murders.She logged on and noticed that Aidan, a friend of hers, was on.
What do you think about the recent murders? She messaged him wondering if his father had found much on it.
"Viola," Mary called," I don't much for you to do today. There are a few books on the cart that I need you put up. You should stay thought in case someone comes in though."
"Okay. I'll get to the books before my shift is done."
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Post by Elli on May 16, 2009 20:52:54 GMT -6
Aidan popped his head up as his computer beeped that he had a message. Reading it he shrugged to himself.
Nothing yet... I checked and nothing new. No autopsy report, no nothing. There is something majorly suspicious though about everything. I think that something is going on that is way over our heads... and I plan on meeting it up there. Anything new on you're end?\
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Post by Hayleigh on May 16, 2009 21:05:18 GMT -6
Viola got out of the chair and went past Mary to the "Employee only room." She got one of her Mt. Dew out of the fridge, took a drink, and left it on the counter. When she got back Aidan had replied.
Normally Aidan had a lot to say about the murders considering the fact that his dad worked around them. So she wrote back with almost the same the reply.
Not much going on here. Except there had been a few weird things happening. I mean my mom actually talked to me today and you know that she doesn't normally do that. Plus, I feel like no one has been on the streets at all today. Send.
She sighed and looked up. Where was Mary? Viola really didn't know where Mary could have gone. She could see through the open door to the "Employee only room" and Mary wasn't there.
"BOO!"
Viola screamed. "Mary don't do that!
"Sorry. You seemed so distracted. Did I scare you?"
"NO! I just screamed for no reason."
Mary had always been the very enthusiastic type and it always seemed that she wasn't afraid much. But you could tell that she enjoyed scaring people out of their distractions.
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Post by Elli on May 16, 2009 21:07:44 GMT -6
Aidan nodded, I think the murders are scaring people to hide in their own homes... which seems stupid considering all the murders have been in the victims homes.
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Post by Hayleigh on May 16, 2009 21:15:04 GMT -6
Viola looked at the clock on the wall to her right. She only had 2 hours left till 6. But she didn't want to go home either. No one was going to be there anyways.
Hey. Is it alright if I come over to your house after I get off work. My moms not gonna be home till late tonight.
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Post by Elli on May 16, 2009 21:25:33 GMT -6
Aidan nodded, Sure, hope you don't mind, but all I have is a bag of cheetos and pepsi.
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Post by Hayleigh on May 16, 2009 21:33:03 GMT -6
Viola chuckled. That's fine. I'll sneaks some snacks from here. Plus, they have Mt. Dew. I dont think that I could survive on Pepsi. ;D See you when I get there.
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Post by Elli on May 16, 2009 21:39:09 GMT -6
Aidan smiled before typing his reply. Knew I could count on you... although I don't see what's so wrong with Pepsi. See you when you get here. Oh, and please be careful... I don't want to see you on the list of victims.
((We should probably wait for Daeiel to reply now... lol))
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Post by Daeiel on May 17, 2009 11:41:00 GMT -6
((Eesh! Sorry I couldn't get on last night!! Let me go ahead and post now!))
"Ah, yes, Mr...."
Louis narrowed his eyes, peering at the man's nametag. "...Lankins, is it?"
Gilbert presented the manila envelope, his index finger indicating what had gone wrong.
"You see, Drummer," here he presented his colleague, "And I were assigned to the murder of a Miss Thickets, a young woman with red hair. But, when we received the results of the autopsy test, they were from a different woman." Gilbert shook his head, whether in confusion or from shock at the inefficiency of such a usually reliable Office.
"And then that young man there, Cimmerian, I think, tells me that there's more coming in, so we got the tests from the most recent victim. Which is just grand."
"I think it's a serial killer," interjected Drummer, more to draw attention away from Gilbert and onto himself than to actually say anything worthwhile.
Gilbert smiled. "Drummer, let's get this mess with the autopsies settled before we make any accusations."
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Post by Hayleigh on May 17, 2009 20:21:37 GMT -6
Viola finished putting up the books as Mary started to lock up. She went into the "Employee only room" and got some snacks which included skittles, doritoes, hersheys, and Mt. Dew. Putting it in her purse, Viola shut the door to the room and left saying goodbye to Mary.
It was a little chilly as she walked towards Aidan's house and she had left her jacket at home. Finally she made it to Aidans house and rang the doorbell. When the door opened there stood Aidan with a big smile on his face.
"Well hello to you to," she said smiling back.
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Post by Elli on May 17, 2009 20:24:14 GMT -6
((Lol, it's alright Daeiel.)) Kern nodded, glancing at the autopsy from the mistake. Sure enough it was definitely not the same woman that was supposed to be done. He pointed to the ligature marks, "those have been the same on all sorts of victims, but there are no prominent marks that indicate an actual killer, but the thing is that where we match the marks to the right hands, it comes up as the vic's hands."
He paused a moment to see if there was any recognition from their own vic, then he continued on. "Obviously it could not be the vic, because he or she would pass out before finishing the deed." He stopped and looked up at the men. "I believe that we are working with a group. Like a cult maybe... and they are highly professional. Someone that knows their stuff."
A look passed across his face for a moment before looked back at the picture. "Who is this?" --------------------- Aidan, went around the room, tidying up a little bit, knowing that they would go straight to his room where his multiple computers would be used to go through countless files and autopsies. He looked up quickly, the feeling of something watching him growing immensely uncomfortable.
He slowly trekked across his room to his window, the shades open. A quick glance outside showed no one to be there. He pulled the cord, and his blinds cascaded down to cover the bare window. He shook his head, already feeling better with the window closed.
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Post by Hayleigh on May 17, 2009 20:34:32 GMT -6
((Were you typing the same time I was, Elli?))
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