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 | Posted On: 02/04/2011 At: 3:02:05 PM |
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A town has been plagued with the deaths of teenagers for months now. All of them found in their homes brutally murdered found stabbed to death, and found with their bodies chilling messages left by the killer. All of them reading how that victim was guilty and deserved the death that fell upon them. One thing all of the victims are seeming to have in common is their rank in the social circles at school, all of them popular well liked people there. The police are baffled as to who would commit these grizly acts of violence.The only possible piece of a clue to the killings is how they started after an assault on a young girl named Krista who also attends the college plauged with teh murders. The crime scene's themselves there are no traces of evidence nothing the killer has left behind. Time is against the authorities as the killer now steps up his pace of slaughter. Can they find out who the killer is and why he is commiting such crimes?
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| [ Edited by: Dark Deciple on 05/11/2011 4:11:40 PM ] |
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-Jesse Wells-
The white ghoulish mask looked at his victim, the blade of his knife against her throat as the black eyes of the mask looked deep into the girls. They where terrified, crying hysterical as she begged him not to hurt her. Brings the blade tighter against her throat as he leaned his masked face closer, "Your going to die just like the rest of your friend's, you pick on people you have to pay the price". The girl screams out no as he raised the knife high and brought it down several times into her chest, blood now dripping off the blade onto the carpet of the home. The girl's slowly dying body falls to the floor now, grabbing both of her legs dragged her towards the window of the home he had invaded.
Rips the cords out of the tv and the phone in the room he was in, wraps them around the girl's throat tightly already hearing her beginning to choke along with bleeding to death. Secures his not to her chest with another strand of electronic's cord, it reading it red lettering "If you hurt others, in the end someone will hurt you back". Angrily throws the girl out the window of the home, watching the cords suddenly jerk tight. Takes a quick glance outside then takes off in a mad run out of the home as the slightest sight of approaching headlights comes into his vision. As Jesse head's out the smashed back door, he hears the mother scream as she see's her daughter's hanged body at the front of her house.
Black clad form now running through the woods outlying the neighborhood makes it back to his car, quickly removes the mask and takes off the black leather gloves he was wearing. Takes careful note as to how he touched the knife, cleaning the blade with rubbing alchahol. Start's up the car as he takes off down the road heading back towards his dorm at the campus.
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[ Edited by: Dark Deciple on 02/04/2011 3:16:13 PM ] |
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Emma Daniels
"I'm exhausted," Emma said, holding her cell phone against her ear with her shoulder as she shoved her Organic Chem book in her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She grabbed her cell phone once her hands were free and flipped her long curls over her shoulder. "No, mom, its fine, I'm not worried about it. They were in the Greek system; I'm in an apartment." Emma silently groaned as she walked across the quad, her mother's frantic voice in her ear. "Swear to God, mom. Yes...yes, no need to come up here. We're both safe. Okay, bye. Love you too." With an exasperated sigh, Emma hit the end button and tucked her phone in her pocket.
The recent string of murders were all anyone wanted to talk about it. She spent most of her morning classes trying to tune out the incessant chattering. Yeah, they were horrible and some friends of friends of friends, or whatever, had been the victims, but Emma had other things to concentrate on. Her human physiology test at the end of the week for example. If she wanted to keep her scholarship, she had to get an A. Always A's.
Emma made it back to her apartment and unlocked the door. She tossed her backpack next to her desk and fell on her bed, rubbing her temples.
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[ Edited by: shadowhawk on 02/04/2011 4:47:25 PM ] |
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Philosophy passed slowly for Krista. It was her last class of the day, right before lunch, and she didn't care one bit about the drabble that poured out of the professor's mouth. She sat in the back of the auditorium drawing caricatures of him while he droned on about whether anyone in the room really existed. When he dismissed the class, she crammed her notebook into her messenger bag and threw it over her shoulder. She waved at a few classmates from the art department and a few others on the way out of the building into the mid day sun.
She decided to cross through the commons to get back to her apartment, instead of walking by Greek row which would have been the most direct route. Her most recent exhibition had made her not so popular with them and they didn't hold their resentment back either, though she didn't tell the police exactly who and how much they hated her particular interpretation of the Greek system. Krista got a chill just thinking about it, but she shrugged it off, determined to let the memory fade like her bruises were.
Krista walked casually down the sidewalk, her bag bumping gently against her thigh. She looked down to check a text on her phone and when she looked back up, she saw a familiar backpack hanging off the shoulder of her favorite person in the whole world. She smiled brightly and quietly jogged up behind him until she was close enough to touch him. She playing jumped on his back, throwing her arms around his shoulders and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Hey there, hot stuff."
Jesse Wells was her best friend and had been since they were little kids. There was no one that knew her better or that she felt as comfortable around. He had stuck by her side no matter what happened. He was there everyday she had been in the hospital and took care of her when she had been released too.
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-Jesse Wells-
A smile comes to his face, as he looked to see who had put her arms around. "Hey girl, still deciding to not pay attention in class?". This was the only person that mattered to him in life, as he never really dated nor did he have any other friends besides Krista. Wraps his right arm around her shoulders walking side by side with her, one thought crosses his mind; what would happen if she ever discovered what he was doing to the ones who had attacked her? Loses the thought as quickly as it comes when he looks back into his friend's face. Though he was curious to see what the news would say about his latest killing last night, as he was sure the mother who had pulled up last night would have called the cops. After 4 deaths he still had eight more to deal with then his blood work would be done.
Catches sight of someone reading a newspaper, the headline reading "More Senseless Killing". If only the people who wrote that trash understood why he was doing what he was, it wasn't senseless at all.
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| Posted On: 02/04/2011 At: 10:04:24 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Emma Daniels
Emma had been texting back in forth with Trip for thirty minutes before she decided the coy, five word messages just weren't cutting it. She called him and he answered immediately. "You didn't answer my question," he said; even his voice held all the charm and swagger of a prep kid. He didn't hear no very often. Emma had met Trip at a Greek party a few months ago. He was nice enough, she just didn't have the time to date. "I have test this week, Trip." "That's no excuse," he said without missing a beat. Emma brushed her bangs off her face and walked outside to the balcony overlooking the parking lot. Yeah, it was a lame view, but rent was cheaper. "Come on, Ems, we haven't hung out in ages. With all that's going on, I just want to see you. One of my brothers' girl was killed last night."
Emma froze, her lips parting in surprise. She had known the victims were students from Greek Row, but she didn't realize how close it was getting. He must be upset... "Sure," Emma found herself saying. "I'll meet you tonight at the cafe. Happy?"
"Unbelievably. See you then, Emma." He hung up.
Emma looked at her phone for a while before putting it up. She moved her bangs back again. Looking up, she saw her roommate's bright red hair coming down the street. Walking next to her was her long time friend, Jesse. That guy creeped Emma out. She was sure he had a thing for Krista, and frankly Emma thought he crossed the stalker boarder, but Krista had told her over and over he was just a really good friend. Whatever. Emma leaned over the rail and watched them coming down the road.
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| Posted On: 02/04/2011 At: 10:29:16 PM | | | Reply Link |
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Krista saw Jesse eyeball the newspaper headline. "That stuff is crazy, you know. I don't even like them, but I don't know that I would want them dead. So, got any big plans this evening? I think I am going to paint a wall or something. The creative juices are starting to flow again, I think anyway. I bet Emma is ready for me to move my studio back to the art building instead of the apartment. Anyway, I got to go. I'll see you, Jesse!" She gave him a quick hug before going into the building and taking the stairs two at a time.
Krista opened the door to the apartment, noticing that it was unlocked so Emma had to be home. She went straight to her room and dropped off her bag and kicked off her combat boots. She shuffled back into the living room with her neon green and yellow stripped socks peeking out from the bottom of her baggy cargos. "Hey Emma!" she called out to her roommate as she walked into the kitchen to scour it for something to eat. Krista hadn't gone shopping in a couple of weeks, so her cabinets were almost completely bare, as well as her shelves in the fridge. She settled for some rather stale pretzels and a glass of water. She hopped up on one of the counters, munching on her snack, and tried to decide what she really wanted to do, if anything at all.
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| Posted On: 02/04/2011 At: 10:50:53 PM | | | Reply Link |
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"Another one, huh?" Dean said as he walked up to the crime scene, pulling up the caution tape to cross under. The other cop looked grim, and nodded. They had already cut the girl's body down, but left everything in it's place for him to look over.
"We got the call around 5 this morning when the neighbor left to go to work. He spotted the body hanging from that window there." Pointing towards the broken window. "She was hanging by cord that was wrapped around her body and neck." He paused as he opened the door for Dean and let him in. "As far as we can tell, her throat was slit her in the living room." He pointed up the stairs, and Dean followed. Once he reached the room, he could see the destruction the murder had caused. The TV was on the floor and missing a cord, as was the phone. Near the broken window was a large pool of drying blood. Before Dean went any further, the cop gave him a set of shoe booties and rubber gloves as not to hinder the crime scene.
"And there was another note." The cop handed him a bag with the piece of paper inside. "It was on the body like the rest."
Dean let out a heavy sigh as he looked around the girl's room. Another victim from the same school, Dean knew that the killer either attended the school or was a part of the staff. There was already a curfew going on for the students as well as police stationed on campus, but still there were no leads or suspects.
"Did the neighbor not hear anything?" The cop just shook his head.
"We'll get out of your way now so you can do your job." He replied before gesturing everyone to leave the room.
Dean slowly walked around the room, trying to grab some idea of what motive this guy had.
"If you hurt others, in the end someone will hurt you back." The note read like all the others, but cross-referencing all the victims, they came up with no priors or even suspect to crimes. He knew this was a vengeance case, he just wasn't sure why yet.
He was there for nearly an hour before another cop slipped his head in the door way.
"Dean, you'll be late for class if you wait much longer." There wasn't much else he could get from the room, so went on ahead and left, waiting until they had finished cleaning up and brought him more info.
Ten minutes later he arrived at the school, nearly running later for his class, or to say, the first victims class; Biology.
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| Posted On: 02/04/2011 At: 10:53:07 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Emma Daniels
Emma glanced back as she heard the door open and close. She turned around and went back in the apartment, throwing her curls into a ponytail as Krista walked through to the kitchen without noticing her. Emma followed and stole a pretzel, hopping up on the counter with her. "Oh god," she said, coughing. "I think we need new pretzels." Emma covered her mouth and swallowed with an unpleasant expression on her face.
"So, I saw you and your lover walking up the street. When are you ever going to let him off the hook? He's obviously pinning for you." Emma grabbed another pretzel, ignoring the hard crunch. College student survival technique. "Ooo, nice socks," she said, looking at Krista's striped feet.
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| Posted On: 02/04/2011 At: 11:01:50 PM | | | Reply Link |
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-Jesse Wells-
His only reply to what he was doing for the night was simple, "I've got work to do". Which was not a lie as another victim would be taken tonight, this one though was not one of the few on the so called list he had made up in his head. This one was purely for always making fun of him to krista and putting him and her down, enters his dorm shutting the blinds and pulling the curtains. Opens his closet as he pulled back the clothes hanging there revealing the white ghoul looking type mask he wore and the black jumpsuit, black leather gloves and the knife all lying atop a neat folded pile. Shoves all of them into the backpack he always had with him, it would draw no attention if he stored his things there.
Leaves his room, as he heads towards Krista's apartment complex he would wait patiently for his victim to appear and then follow waiting for the perfect time to strike at her. Dons the black jumpsuit zipping up a hoodie over it as he sat in his car outside the apartments waiting for Emma to appear. In his mind he began to go through how he would accomplish his task. Also going through his back up plan to escape should anything happen with taking this victim.
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| Posted On: 02/05/2011 At: 08:38:07 AM | | | Reply Link |
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Krista stuck out feet, wriggling her toes playfully. "Yeah, you always love my socks. What can I say, I am always an explosion of color and black. Its the way I roll, baby," Krista said in a sing song voice. She threw a pretzel at Emma. "Jesse is not my lover and he knows that. I have absolutely no interest in him like that. My type is whoever strikes my fancy at the time. Only a few have made it past one night. But I know your type....how is Todd, or Trey, or Taylor or whoever it is these days?" Krista got down from the counter to re-fill her water and flicked some excess over in Emma's direction. "Are they still pissed or are they all cowering in fear? I don't mean that viscously either, I promise."
She bounded off to the bathroom to grab a ponytail holder and slid it around her wrist where it disappeared with all the other costume jewelry, mostly colored bands and chains of various sizes. She picked up her boots as she passed back by her bedroom and tossed them over by the couch. "So if you make me a list and attach money this time, I will go by the grocery store this afternoon before I head over to the art building. I spoke to Prof. Alley, you know the head of the art department, and he said that I could still use to space if I wanted to repair/replace any of the parts of my exhibition. The police finally gave them clearance to go back in the building. So I thought I might work over there. Don't wait up for me though - I will probably be back super late, curfew or not."
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-Dean Winchester-
"So, what did you learn at school today?" Dean groaned, a headache from the incessant flirting and boisterous frats, not liking the jest.
"Please, not now Rob. I've had enough of this bull crap to barf."
"What? Too many pretty boys with not enough brains?" Rob let on with a laugh. Dean just rubs his temples, and mocked a laugh.
"Oh, ha ha, they aren't the only ones. Too many campus hoes as well. But back onto the matter, Rob. From what I've found, Cecilia had PLENTY of enemies, as did all the other murders. Your atypical, ego fueled hierarchy of school. I don't remember it being nearly this bad back when we went to college." Rod laughed hard, doubling over, holding his stomach.
"Of course it wouldn't be that bad for you, you WERE the hierarchy!" Dean grinned, remembering the good old days, but waved his hand in the air between the two, clearing the thoughts.
"I digress. What I did find out though was there is an incident regarding a Miss..." Dean pulled the paper from his pocket, reading the name. "Jordan. Apparently their was a riot last semester, and she turned up hurt."
"Do you think she might have anything to do with the murders." Dean shock his head, brows furrowed while he looked out the window, watching the street lights flickering. "I'm not quiet sure. She doesn't seem to fit the MO, but we could still bring her in for questioning, get her view of the story?" Rob smiled, and picked up his phone, hitting speed dial.
"Hey, it's me Rob. Can you get a car over to a Miss Jordan's tonight, see if we can get her to answer a few questions for us. Uh-huh, okay, got it. Thanks." He hangs up the call, turning to Dean. "All have a car on the way over."
"Thanks, Rob,"
"Don't mention it." Rob pat Dean on the back before leaving him to his thoughts.
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| Posted On: 02/05/2011 At: 11:21:41 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Emma Daniels
"Ha," Emma replied sarcastically to Krista's joke about her type. "I'm meeting Trip tonight at the cafe. If you weren't so busy, I'd ask you to come with and be my backup." She licked the salt off her fingers as Krista went on about grocery shopping. Nodding in agreement, she grabbed a sticky note and jotted down a few things they were lacking and pulled a ten out of her wallet, holding it out to Krista. "Take this with you. I'll see you later. Whoever gets in last is the bigger slut." Emma winked playfully and went back to her bedroom to study.
Later that night, Emma checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was perfectly curled, her make-up was stunning, her tight blue jeans and black halter made her look like a supermodel. Satisfied, she headed for the door. Zzzztt, Zzzttt. Emma pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and answered, smiling as she heard Trip's voice on the other side. "Couldn't wait, hm? Yeah, I'm leaving right now. No, no, silly, I can walk, its only a few blocks away." Emma walked down the stairs and headed out into the dark parking lot.
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| Posted On: 02/05/2011 At: 11:36:09 PM | | | Reply Link |
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-Jesse Wells-
Pulled the white ghoul looking type mask over his face as he sees his target leaving, gets out of his car moving within the shadows to get closer to Emma. Right hand tightens it's grip on the knife he held in his grasp. Keeps back from his target watching her every move before he decided to move against her. There where very few lights here so little worry of someone catching him advancing towards his target, his black clad form now merely a few feeble feet away from the next victim in his campaign of slaughter. The ghoulish looking mask takes one last look around before he moved to strike at Emma. Suddenly drops his stealthy approach as he runs right at her from behind now, the knife rising high in the air.
Slashes Emma across the back sending her to the ground, moves to stand over top of her as he grabs her by the throat in his black leather gloved grip. The knife's blade coming against her throat, as he leaned the ghoulish mask deep into her eyes. "Can't get away with constantly putting people down", deepened his voice as he spoke to hide his identity as the mask couldnt do that for him in the vocal area.
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| Posted On: 02/05/2011 At: 11:47:16 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Emma Daniels
Emma screamed and fell to the ground as a blinding pain shot across her back. She hit the pavement, her phone clattering a few feet away, Trip's voice calling for her faintly. She grabbed the wrists of the man on top of her as he began to choke her. She coughed, pulling as hard as she could to keep him from killing her. She struggled and bucked her body, trying to wiggle free of the man on top of her. He was strong and his body pinned hers down. Panting, Emma fell still as the knife pressed against her throat, her eyes wide with fear.
"Can't get away with constantly putting people down," a deep voice said from behind a white, demonesque mask. Emma felt tears spring to her eyes, knowing the end was coming. The knife pressed tighter against her skin, cutting it enough to cause a trickle of blood to drip down her neck.
Suddenly a car squealed and headlights flashing in her peripheral vision. She heard Trip's voice calling, "Hey! Get off of her, you bastard!" Emma heard running, she felt the man get off of her, the knife left her skin. Her vision faded to black.
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| Posted On: 02/05/2011 At: 11:54:35 PM | | | Reply Link |
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-Jesse Wells-
The sound of squealing tires and headlights caused him to utter a curse, then run into the outlying shadows as fast as he could. Taking a look back as he moved deeper into the darkness he removed the mask, tucking it along with the knife inside the jumpsuit. Removed the gloves carefully stuffing them into the pockets of the jumpsuit as he circled around towards his car, his eyes still looking all about him. Sadly tonight he had encounterd an unforseen difficulty, but it wasn't one of the priority victims he inteded to take so no foul there. Also, what honestly could she tell the police? Nothing but a description of a masked man so no need to worry. Makes one last cautious glance around before stepping out of the darkness.
Moves towards his car, unlocking it and getting inside as he zipped the hood up covering up the jumpsuit from sight. Watched from afar as the man who had prevented him from killing Emma started to help her. "You may have saved her now, but I will get you in the end Emma, will get you in the end. Started the car up and drove off, heading towards his dorm to grab some much needed sleep and to plan the killing of the next victim that laid before him.
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| Posted On: 02/06/2011 At: 09:16:10 AM | | | Reply Link |
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Krista's run to the grocery store was quick and sweet. She had just grabbed the essentials that she wanted and what Emma had jotted down. She got back to the apartment before 3pm which meant she would have plenty of time to work, maybe go out for some fun afterwards. She decided to change out of her cargo pants and go with something a little more fun. Emma's door was cracked when Krista passed it on the way to her own bedroom. She was probably studying, like always. Krista changed clothes and checked herself out. She had decided on a short plaid wrap around skirt held together by large safety pins and wore over the knee pink and black stripped socks with her combat boots. Her simple black tank top would have subdued the ensemble, except for the necklaces, bracelets, and rings, and oh yeah, her characteristic flaming red hair. She smiled, "Now this shouldn't all be wasted on a night in an art studio. Oh, well. It probably will."
She stuffed her messenger bag with some of her supplies that she had moved to the apartment and her sketchpad that almost never left her side. She called out the Emma that she was leaving and would see her later tonight...when she came back as the bigger slut.
The studio that had been assigned to her was on the first floor in the art building, right next to the exhibition hall. Although it was her job to set up and maintain the exhibitions, it was ultimately the art departments' decision on what went in it and they had asked her to either rebuild her exhibit or there was a never ending stack of other art students work that need to go up.
Since the night of the vandalism, the hall had been sealed so no work had really been done. She unlocked the glass doors of the building and flipped on the lights. She sucked in her breath as all the memories she had of that night came flooding back. Most of the artwork, her art, was in shambles and as she moved through the hall, she came to the place where she had been working that night. Her blood was still on the floor, brown and dried. She shook her head trying to get the image out of it and made a mental note to put in a call to the janitor's office.
Her studio lights came on and the clutter of it all made her feel like home. The smells of paper and paints almost made everything else disappear. She could lose herself forever in here. She flipped on the radio and rock music poured loudly from its speakers. After setting her bag on an empty stool and flipping absentmindedly through the latest gallery submissions, she set to work on repairing her exhibition, taking it piece by piece to either trash and re-do or repair it enough to put it back on display.
Hours rolled by and the afternoon gave way into the night. Krista barely even noticed that it had gotten dark outside the glass walls of the art building. She was in her own little world. She had the music blaring and a paintbrush in her hand.
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| Posted On: 02/06/2011 At: 09:35:37 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Emma Daniels
There were voices...white lights...and a searing pain along her back. Emma's eyes blinked open and all she could see was white. As her vision cleared, she saw people standing around her, talking and moving around. She was on her stomach. With a sudden surge of panic, she tried to get up, scared of being trapped. The people around her started holding her down with firm, gentle hands, but Emma only stuggled harder, crying out, "No!" Then, she saw Trip. He came up to her head and knelt on the floor so he was on her level. He touched her tear-stained cheek gently.
"It's okay, Emma. You're in the hospital, these are the doctors. You're safe now...he can't get you." Trip stroked her hair and consoled her, talking softly and consistantly as the doctors cleaned the knife wound and stitched it up. It went from left midback to her right shoulder blade. It was deepest in the middle, so that was the only part that needed stitches. Apparently the attacker only did it to disable her. He had intended on a different wound to be fatal.
What seemed like hours later, Emma was sitting up in a hospital bed and drinking coffee. To sleep she had to lay on her stomach and Emma couldn't bear to close her eyes right now. Trip was talking with some cops in the hallway before they came in to see her, so for the moment she was alone. Emma got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, closed the door and removed her gown, looking at herself in the full length mirror. Her knees and arms were cut up from the fall. A bruise spread across from her hip bones to her lower stomach from where his body had pinned her down. She could still feel his knee digging into her side. Emma reached up and touched her neck, red marks in the shape of hands covered it in its entirety. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was in a messy ponytail on her shoulder.
Turning around, Emma looked at her back. It wasn't as big as it felt and the bandages covered it, but the knife wound still stung as she twisted her body. Wincing, Emma pulled her gown back on and went back to the hospital bed and her coffee.
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| Posted On: 02/06/2011 At: 10:56:18 AM | | | Reply Link |
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-Jesse Wells-
Sat in his darkened room, the plan to take his next victim all laid out infront of him on the desk. His eyes pouring every little detail, if tonights unfortunate mishap hand't made him make sure everything would be in place nothing would. The cloned cell phone he would need for the next kill drawing his eye briefly. Turns looking at his bed to find the white ghoulish mask exactly where he left it, the black eyes staring a hole through him. Lights up a smoke as he now watched the tv reporting on the attack tonight, "Police aren't releasing very many details but what we do know is that the attacker is believed to be the same man responsible for the several other muders that have plauged this college campus for months now". His blood work would have to be finished soon, too much media would draw more law enforcement to the case and that was something he didn't want. Takes up the knife, bringing the sharpening stone onto the desk and begins to sharpen the blade. His anger starting to rise at still having failed to kill Emma tonight.
Eyes now turn back to his desk falling upon the framed picture of him and Krista. It had been taken before the attack at the art exibit, and in the reflection the ghoulish mask could be seen still staring at him. Briefly reflects on what he knew he was doing was wrong, but as a smile creeps it's way across his face the ones who did that to his friend and they would pay. A slight laugh comes from him as he decides to call it a night and goes to bed, tommorow night more work was to be done bringing him closer to finishing it for good.
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The cops that Dean sent was the first to the scene to find Krista's roommate, Emma Daniels, attacked and his lead missing. He quickly called in an ambulance and rushed her to the hospital. He was only able to get this information from the supposed boy friend, Trip. He had called to report to Rob, who then reported to Dean.
"We've got trouble. Krista is missing, and her roommate was attacked by the killer." Rob said as he opened the room to find Dean looking over some paperwork and pictures of the crime scenes.
"What? Is the girl alright? Do we have any idea where Krista is?" Dean dropped what he was doing immediately, standing from his desk.
"Well, Emma is finally awake. She suffered a laceration to her back. We have cops there now, waiting to ask her questions on Krista's whereabouts." Dean only listened, wondering what was so difficult for people to understand a curfew when so many of their peers were dying off like flies.
"Call me once you find out anything." Crossing the room and grabbing his jacket off the hook before putting it on, reaching for the door handle before Rob asked him where he was going.
"I've got a lead to follow up on." With that he was gone.
What he knew about Krista was she was a loner for most part, but if there was anywhere to find her would be at the art gallery. Figuring this his best lead, he got into his car and made his way there. It was already dark outside, prime time for the 'ghouls' to come out, so he took a loaded 9mm with case out of his glove compartment and placed it on his belt.
When he arrived to the building, it was dark for the most part, but a single lit room caught his eye, along with the blaring music. As a smile grew on his face, he walked towards it, seeing a young lady inside. Knocking on the door, Dean noticed this wouldn't get her attention too easily, so made his way into the middle of the room. Stopping, he watched her at work, quite impressed with her skills and ease with the brush.
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Cop at Hospital
"I need to speak with Ms. Daniel's please, to ask some questions about the attack and the whereabouts of her roommate." The cop offered to the doctors and Trip. Trip had a concerned look on his face, but said nothing. The doctor said that she was well enough, and allowed him inside. Knocking first before entering, the officer called out.
"Ms. Daniels, this is Officer Crowsbee. Maybe I come in and ask you a few questions?"
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Krista put the finishing strokes on the painting and took a step backwards to give it a critical look. She had decided to incorporate some of the damage into the painting. It made the point even clearer. She had also considered changing the face in it, as she was one of the murder victims, she didn't in the end. She picked up the painting gingerly and moved it to another easel to finish drying. She knocked some pencils off the table and they clattered to the floor. Krista bent to pick them up and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the shoes in the middle of her studio. Her body tensed as she looked up to see the blond haired guy watching her. She jerked upward, hitting her head on the underside of the table. "S**t!" she yelped, as she finished standing up and rubbed the back of her head. Krista didn't take her eyes off of him, but reached over and turned down the music to a less than deafening level.
He was a good looking guy, pretty clean cut, but she didn't know him at all which made her incredibly nervous. Her body's fight or flight response was screaming for her to do something. She remembered all too clearly the last time she had been cornered in this building. She took a breath to calm down before she spoke, hoping her voice wouldn't betray how uneasy she actually was. "Who are you and what in the hell are you doing in here?"
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"The name's Dean Winchester." He reached out his hand in a friendly gesture, but once Dean read the look on her face, he knew this wouldn't be enough, so he improvised, not wanting his true identity out just yet.
"I was curious about your artwork." Which wasn't a lie, as he walked over to the drying painting,noting the subject was one of the victims of his case. "I was coming by the building on my way home, and saw a light on. Remembering the curfew, I decided I would take a look inside, seeing if someone might need a ride home." Dean turned back towards Krista, her hair fiery orange, but it matched her well. He was smiling.
"Nice painting! Fits your gallery well."
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Krista glared at him skeptically. He was nice enough, though she doubted that he really thought that her painting was nice. "Curfew? Oh right, the school's curfew. I didn't really think anything of it." The feeling of panic was slowly ebbing away and she relaxed just a bit. She wiped her hand with a rag and held it out to him. "I'm Krista, Krista Jordan. This piece is a part of a much larger set, but I am sure you have heard. I'll be glad to show you, if you like, or you can wait until the gallery opens again on Monday." She slipped around him and flipped on the lights to the gallery. She didn't know him enough to go traipsing around in the dark, although, for a split second, the idea flashed across her mind, that she wouldn't mind just to check out for a bit. "As for the ride, I only live a few blocks from here, but if you really want to drive me...." She let her voice trail off and leaned against the door frame in between her studio and the gallery. He either was full of crap or he really was interested in seeing the gallery or was actually concerned about the curfewand her being out after dark.
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Dean continued to smile, glad that she had became more calm about his presence, knowing that this would help him get more information on the incident.
"Yes, I heard about it, that's why I wanted to check it out some. If it's no bother to you, I would love a tour of the gallery." As he watched her body leaning against the door, Dean was caught a little off guard by her comment 'if you really want', usually a sign of flirtation, but he shrugged the thought from his mind. "Well, if I'm going to keep you here a while, I might as well see you safely at home. You know, there was an incident earlier not too far from here. So yea, I guess I really do want to take you home." He turned to look away from her, blushing slightly, aware that he was flirting back, but it lead to progression that was needed in this case. Dean turned back after his face cooled for a second, another dimpled smile on his face, hand out in gesture for Krista.
"After you?"
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-Jesse Wells-
The nights unfortunate mishap didn't allow him to be able to close his eyes and drift off so he decided to go see Krista, he handn't been spending much time with her since he began the killings. His black clad form now entering the the art gallery, the only light on drawing him closer, but it was when he heard two voices that he stopped in his tracks. One voice was Krista's the other he didn't know at all, slowly keeps to the darkness within the building he'd learned to do this pretty well over the course of his dark work. Cocks an eyeborw as he hears some flirting going on between the two, maybe once he finally saw who this guy was he would add another pleasure kill onto his list for hitting on his best friend.
"After You", he hears as he decides to make his presence known to Krista and her visitor this night. Steps forth from the darkened hallway, "After me I think my friend", anwsers the man's question as he keeps his eyes on him, then turns to krista offering her the smile he knew she loved. His trench coat as he could see drew Krista's eye as he normally didn't wear the all black and coat. "Who's your new friend here Krista?". Inside the coat he made sure he kept his body positioned where he could get easy access to his knife, as he took no chances now.
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Krista smiled brightly at Dean's offer and at his reciprocated flirting. This night may turn out to be more fun than originally planned. She did a quick tug at one of her socks that had slipped a little when she had bent down. "Before I take you through, some of the "art" I can't and wouldn't want to claim as my own. Let's just say that some didn't like the way I interpreted things."
Krista started to lead Dean out of the studio when Jesse came around the corner. She felt everything droop and hoped her disappointment didn't show at all. She loved hanging out with Jesse and she had missed him being around for the past week or so, but she was itching for other company since the opportunity had presented itself. Jesse smiled, asking who her new friend was. She thought for a moment there was a bit of hostility underneath the question.
"This is Dean, um, Winchester. He just stopped by to see some of my work even if most of it is still in shambles. I've got a ton of work still to do. Dean said he could give me a ride home when we are done, so I will be okay."
She became a little self conscious with Jesse standing there looking back and forth between Dean and herself. She tugged at the bottom of her tank top, almost willing it to touch the top of her skirt. He was her best friend, but she didn't want to so blatantly rub it in that she was hitting on another guy. "Oh, sorry. Dean, this is my friend, Jesse. He comes and hangs out with me sometimes when I am here late." She looked at Dean, almost apologetically. They hadn't made plans or anything, but this certainly put on the brakes, momentarily she hoped.
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Emma Daniels
Emma put down her coffee and noticed her cell phone on top of the desk. She picked it up and turned it over, inspecting the scratches on the blue skin. It wasn't too bad; the real question was whether or not it would turn on. Emma hit the power button and breathed a sigh of relief when the lights flashed and it vibrated, indicating its life. In light of what had just happened, it was surprising that she was so relieved over her phone.
Hands shaking, Emma bit her lip and pulled up an empty text message. At hospital, please come :( I need u. she sent it to Krista. She needed someone here...someone who knew what this felt like. Emma put the cell phone down as a police officer walked in the room and asked if he could ask her some questions. Swallowing the tears that threatened to fall, Emma nodded, looking down at the white hospital blanket.
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"Ah, I think I can wait until tomorrow." Dean let on, not wanting really to have to deal with this guy. Though it's was as plain as day they were just friends, and Krista thought that as well, but he could see that Jesse had a unrequited love for her. He wasn't about to push his luck and cause problems. Besides, she would probably be more willing to speak if in private.
"It's already so late now as it is, I guess I might want to head in before the decided to pin me as a suspect and haul me off." Dean said this with a slight chuckle, knowing this wouldn't happen, but he needed an excuse to get away from the tension, and see what they had found out from Emma.
"Do you still want that ride?"
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"Miss Daniels, I'm Officer Crowsbee. Right now we are looking our hardest to find the person who did this to you, but we need your cooperation in hopes of finding extra leads." Mason pulled up a hospital chair,sitting in it, he gestured for her to do the same. Though she had been through so much, it didn't show on her pretty face.
"Can you tell me a bit oh what you were doing when the attack happened. Did you see anything out of the ordinary, or hear anything? Can you remember what the suspect looked like, any distinguishing marks?" Mason pulled out a small notepad, short handing the questions before looking back up to her for the answers.
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Emma Daniels
Emma nodded again, understand completely what and why the officer needed information. She wanted the bastard caught just as much. "I was on my way to the cafe for a date...with Trip," she said, motioning out the window where he could see the tall, young man pacing anxiously by the nursing station. "I was just going to walk there, but he called and said he'd pick me up. I told him not to bother as I was walking through the parking lot of my building." She paused and brushed her bangs back, silently thanking whatever deity out there that Trip decided to get her anyway. "The guy slashed me from behind, knocked me to the ground and pinned me there. He choked me and then held his knife to my throat."
Emma wiped away silent tears that streaked her face. "He was wearing all black and he had a white mask on...sort of demon-esque. Like the one from the Avatar tv show, except, you know, solid white. Black eyes. He said..." Emma had to stop, remembering his deep, grating voice. "He said I couldn't get away with constantly putting people down. That's when Trip drove up and scared him off."
Emma looked up, her eyes wide and bloodshot from the tears. She glanced at her cell phone and then the door, desperate for someone she knew. "That's all."
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:: Krista Jordan ::
Krista was about to agree to showing Dean around some other time when the familiar tone resounded in the uncomfortable silence notifying her of a text message. Her cell was still in her messenger bag which was behind where Dean was standing. She squeezed by him, reaching for her bag. The name on the notification was Emma's. Krista opened the message and nearly dropped the phone as she read the few lines.
Krista turned so quickly she ran into Dean who was still only a few steps away. "Yeah, I will take you up on that ride. I need a ride to the hospital. My roommate says she is there." Krista threw her bag over her head and grabbed the keys for the building from the table. She apologized to Jesse as she hurridly tried to get everyone out the door. "I'm sorry Jess, I know that you really don't like Emma, but she said that she needs me."
Once everyone was out of the building, Krista set the alarm and locked the doors behind her. She gave Jesse a quick hug and followed Dean to a black car that was parked in front of the building. She climbed in the front seat and waited impatiently for them to get going.
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Dean was glad about this progression, killing two birds with one stone, maybe not as morbid though. As he followed Krista out, he quickly jumped in behind the wheel and headed to the hospital. Once there, he followed Krista in, but kept out of it, hanging back as she found her way to Emma.
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"Thank you, Miss Daniels." Mason wrote down every bit of information down, word for word. Though it was sloppy, he could still read it enough to type up an official report later. He noticed that she was looking for someone, and remembered he had another question to ask.
"Do you know where your room mate is? We tried to get in touch with her at your place, but it was empty."
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