#murdercapitalking

After that night, Carrie and David met up here and there. Their next encounter had been just a few days later in a street leading from the main road. She was kinda embarrassed to think about how happy she had been to see a friendly face after another rough day at school. It had been a welcome surprise.

It became a regular occurrence without them even discussing when they would next meet. He always seemed to find her no matter where she was. Always at night, too. However, that didn’t strike her as odd. Not that she had asked, but she assumed he worked somewhere during the day and didn’t have time to see her then. Or he had other matters and friends to attend to. That made sense as well.

Finally, the night of her senior prom arrived and the young girl was more excited than she had ever been in her life! She had informed David of the event, saying that she wouldn’t be around that night and that he didn’t need to wait around. Despite the slightly bizarre friendship the unlikely duo had formed, she hadn’t told him much about the night. It would just be dumb high school stuff to him, right? Not really something a teenage girl spoke to a grown man about. Maybe she’d tell him how it went if he expressed interest. Hopefully, she would have a good story to share.

With a smile, the blonde carefully tucks her curled hair into place. It had taken her ages to figure out that curling iron! Pleased with the result, she ignores her mother’s pleas to stay and waits for Tommy Ross to pick her up. She had a really good feeling about tonight!

The inferno engulfing Ewen High School spread out across the grounds, destroying everything it touched while several firetrucks attempted to douse the wreck. The sound of sirens and screaming blended into one, creating a horrific noise that would forever be etched into the minds of Chamberlain locals.

As the police tried to regain some sense of order, a crew of paramedics crowded around the sole survivors of the massacre. It was unclear of what had caused such a calamity and those who had witnessed whatever had occurred in the gymnasium were in too much of a state to disclose any information.

Unbeknownst to the emergency services, the one responsible was already at a gas station several streets over. She stands off against a car that was revving its engine. Inside were Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan; the ones who had done this to her.

CARRIE. CARRIE. CARRIE.

Mind in shambles, emotions struggling to break through and piece together, she’s ready for their advance. Now she was the one in control and nobody would be able to stop her ever again. Power coursing through her body, the car is halted with a single raise of the hand. Billy smashes his face into the steering wheel. Instantly dead.

Carrie makes quick work of Chris, lifting the vehicle into the air before throwing it into the gas pumps. The explosion adds to the ongoing chaos, but she doesn’t flinch. She continues to send out her message to everyone, forcing their minds to repeat a single name;

CARRIE. CARRIE. CARRIE.

    “ How D A R E you interrupt a professional at work !?”

He’d nearly had this deal in the BAG . The ghostly ghoul who haunted this particular stretch on land (ancient burial grounds with public campgrounds on top. Hilarious.) had been more than willing to pay for the REMOVAL of certain delinquent squatters drinking , smoking, fucking around , fucking , desecrating && what not . . . The undead chief of this land had wanted them dealt with off site, so their souls would not further tarnish the soil.

     NOW, he had a god damn Manson level crime scene on his hands, a bunch of angry ghost hitch hikers , && to WORSEN the bio-exorcist’s foul mood , he had to deal with a gaggle of LEECHES to boot. 

    Oh , JOY . Snapping his wild gaze around the group of vampires to try && spot the apparent ringleader , Betelgeuse positively bristled with static energy as the air around him grew cold .

All she could do was stare while David spoke about the potential suspects. "Shit, you got a lot on your plate.” And it was a lot for such a small town, in comparison to the place she called home at least. “If you ever get the chance, come over to Hollywood, you’re in for a real treat.” Her smile was quick to fade as she too observed the remains, taking a mental note of how the corpse was left. “From my experiences, we can rule out wolves. There’s too much flesh left on the bone and those guys can eat a lot.”

A step was taken towards the body and she just stared at the poor soul. “The thing is, I could really just ask, but that means getting rid of all of this and I’m not going to let the energy of a town kill me, no offence.” She quickly looked back up to David. “Did I remember to tell you that when I rolled into town I got a killer headache and really bad blood nose?” Her finger pointed to her septum pierced nose. “So once this is done you’re going to owe me a drink.”

She rose to her feet and returned to David’s side. “I’m not picking up anything here, probably because of how much I’m blocking everything... but if I do some rounds with the potential suspects I might be able to find out who got all trigger happy. How many more hours do we have until sun up?”

                      Many faces have been MISSING. . . Their names are plastered over buildings, over brick, over posts, but not many take the time to get familiar with these features. The thought of another’s carelessness is COMFORTING, but she should know better than to find safety in someone’s ignorance. She picked this particular place to host a new set of HORRORS, to gather new playmates for punishment. But she could’ve sworn it was ABANDONED, could’ve sworn no one even knew-. . . So why then are there heathens huddling around her home? And why does HE look like he orchestrated the gathering of these ghouls? Her concern is for the weapons within, if they’ll dismantle her deadly design. With pig mask adorned, she slowly approaches, trying to SCARE this stranger away from HER setting. A knife is preferred, but he’s a BIG GUY - why not, instead, impose pain with an AX?

The Morrigan answered to no one and did as she was so moved. Usually, she was moved to her own amusement or curiosity. And any place there was a large pull of death eventually caught her attention. And this place? It smelled like death almost as much as a battlefield. Sure, modern society tried its best to cover it up, and to duller senses, they succeeded. But not to a death goddess.

Morrigan moved amongst the crowd, people unconsciously giving her a wide berth, their instincts picking up on what their limited minds could not. Her dark eyes were restless, searching, searching for the reason that this place smelled so strongly of death. But then, it hit her- the smell was almost entirely like death, but...not. Even after all this time, the Morrigan found it difficult to put the scent into words any better.

Her steps paused as she turned, red eyes trying to hone in on the being that was producing that very particular scent. The passing mortals barely paid attention to her, except to avoid running in to her, some to give her irritated looks. But, at this moment, those particular insults were of no interest to her. For once.

        She doesn’t smoke, but it’s on the bad nights that she considers anything that would keep her from crawling into bed only to have DARKER thoughts creep into her mind. It’s never been her style to just ASK someone for something, but tonight she was desperate. With jacket hugged close to her body, Amber stepped out of her SHITTY bottom floor apartment and offered the blond stranger an innocent smile before approaching.

❝ I usually don’t do this, but could I bum a cigarette from you? I mean, if you have any to spare. ❞

❝ People are starting to go crazy out there. ❞

It seemed like such a cliche statement, but it was simple truth. All one needed to destroy civilization was to take away electricity and prevent people from leaving where they had found themselves when the world went to shit. Nine meals until anarchy was a flat statement given life in the small lake side town. His hands press against the bruised flesh of cheek and temple. Dr Bailey had whacked him good and well, even Kevin had to admit to it. Surely this stranger had his own experiences now that the world, as far as they could visibly see, had gone dark.