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The Unexplainable

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Celedia on Sun Sep 15, 2013 8:46 pm

The Unexplainable


A policeman lowered himself until he was resting on the balls of his feet. His knees were bent and his eyes were cast down at the scene that lay before him.

A corpse?

He didn’t know if it technically counted as one. Hell, he didn’t even know if it was just one body that would have been composed of the fleshy bits and parts that now lay scattered on the eastern edge of WillowBrook Park. The gore covered an area approximately ten feet by twelve feet large though they had closed and roped off the entire park just to make sure that no evidence went missing and though he had his officers combing the area for clues he had a feeling that little would be found.

It looked as if the victim had simply… Exploded. He even had people on ladders searching the branches of the surrounding trees. Whatever hadn’t been soaked into the ground or picked up by wildlife would be bagged, tagged, and shipped off to the Medical Examiner.

Lord knows that Doc Macmillian was going to have a field day with this one.



ImageThree days later, a black SUV pulled into the gravel parking lot of WillowBrook Park. The woman driving paused after throwing it into park, tapping her well-manicured fingernails against the steering wheel as her golden brown gaze scanned the area, taking in first impressions. She was awaiting her partner and was surprised that he hadn’t been at the regional office so that they could drive in together but then again, she was usually surprised by half of the things he did. They were quite the opposite of one another which is why they had probably been paired together. If one missed something, the other caught it and vice versa.

So, what did she see? She asked herself this question as if mentally checking off items from some preformed list and she looked first from a stationary position. It was early fall, the grass was still green from summer yet the air had a bit of a bite to it. A soft breeze was blowing, causing the deciduous trees to sway softly back and forth and a large wrought iron gate proclaiming the park’s name signaled the main entrance was located right off of the parking lot.

According to maps that had been given to her by the local PD, there were two other potential entrances that were regularly used and well traveled. Then again, it was a park so anyone could wander in through the thick woods surrounding the area at any time though that scenario seemed to have been ruled out. They hadn’t found footprints even though the ground had been slightly malleable due to recent rains and they hadn’t found any broken or bent vegetation that would indicate someone had passed through the brush.

Local reports also showed that there was no sign of a murder weapon or honestly any evidence other than the body itself. The complete analysis had yet to be confirmed but thus far each and every bit of organic matter had been of the same blood type and same DNA profile but since there was so much to work with the labs said it would be another week before everything had officially been tested.

Furrowing her brow, FBI Agent Riley Pierce finally took the keys from the ignition and slipped them into her purse as she got out of her vehicle. The scent hit her first. Even though it had been three days since the incident, the metallic smell of decay and meat hung upon the breeze causing her to wrinkle her nose. She took a moment to steady herself, smoothing the front of her fitted black blazer.

“Ugh. Where is he?” She murmured to herself.

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Re: The Unexplainable

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A beaten old Volvo pulled up just behind the black SUV, it was as contrasting as their relationship, it stopped short and ignored the parking spaces lined out it. This was a crime scene after all, and the agent driving was always doing something off the rails, that's why he was here anyway.

They wanted him out of the police force, that's what they always did, they sent him from Internal Affairs to investigating crimes where the criminals ignored all the rules, even the ones that weren't set by the law of man. The Volvo was playing something loud and raucous, and it cut out as the driver cut the ignition, the swearing and drums ceasing almost instantly.

The agent kicked open the drivers side door and pulled two instant coffee mugs from the drink holder before slamming the door with a violent kick from behind him.

"Sorry, had to take Micheal to daycare." Riley's partner said to her as he skirted around his vehicle and offered her a mug as a half apology. His FBI badge called him as FBI Agent James Tanner. The clothing told people otherwise, a white polo with a casual black tie and uncut hair with an unkempt beard made him look like someone who spent most of his time begging in the street, one of the many reasons he was frolicking around in this weird wilderness.

"Lord, it stinks. I read the summary report on the way here, no MO, you know we've fuckin' broken down as a society when people just explode in forests." The agent took a sip of his coffee and held his head, obvious signs of a hangover.

James knew he was the bad cop of this duo, and he was literally bad. If there was a look from his partner, which there probably wasn't. "I'm thinking, alright? I'm thinking. Guy comes here, God hits him with the finger of justice and he explodes. Check the newspaper missing column for today, three days is all it takes for someone to start missing. It's what happened to me."

The FBI Agent took a crinkly tab of Panadol from his pocket and threw a couple down his gullet and took a long swig of hot coffee and thrust his head up to the sky. "Come on, asshole! Hit me with divine knowledge so I can stop your fuckin' Judas muderstick wannabes." James muttered.
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Re: The Unexplainable

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Riley accepted the coffee from James without even casting a glance in his direction. She was used to his antics and though his comments made her lips twitch into a ghost of a smile, she kept her eyes trained on the area surrounding them. Lifting the cup to her mouth, she inhaled the dark roast deeply, letting it mask the other scents wafting in the air before taking that first sip. She had been on too many murder scenes to make the mistake of eating or drinking while death and decay lingered in her sinuses. It made her nauseous to even think about the mixture and she hovered the mug right beneath her nose while her partner continued to rant.

Finally, when his latest exclamation was finished she cast a sideways glance in his direction and arched a single brow. “You quite done there, drama queen?” Laughing softly to herself, she started to walk towards the entrance gate while still surveying the scene. She was looking for anything that the cops might have missed but she had a feeling that it was all for naught.

In these types of cases, it was never that simple.

“You’d think with all of the cases we’ve worked together, you wouldn’t still believe in any sort of deity.” She mused, casting a look up at the underside of the wrought iron as she passed beneath it just to make sure that nothing went unnoticed. “Hell, even running down the list of normal oddities that humans should never know about we still come up empty handed. This couldn’t be the work of a shifter, no claw marks or saliva found in the… wounds. Couldn’t be a vamp, they tend not to explode things. Same with ghosts, wraiths, most aliens that we’ve run into, demons prefer to eat their victims and not leave them lying about….”

Riley chewed on her lower lip as her mind worked quickly, zipping through her mental rolodex of potential supernatural or preternatural creatures that could have had a hand in this.

“Wait….” She paused, turning towards James as both eyes widened in dismay. Her mind had ignored the way he held his head and how he popped the Panadol at first but now those loose ends were being tied together as she shifted her train of thinking away from the case for a moment.

“Did you come here hungover? Again? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… Can’t you go a night without drinking? I need you at your best when shit like this happens.”

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Re: The Unexplainable

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"It doesn't interfere with my job or yours, so quit worrying about it." James snapped, holding two fingers to his forehead. "It wouldn't be a werewolf either, it wasn't a full moon last night. There's no smell of brimstone so that cuts out the demonic element completely." He tried to change the subject, sipping his coffee.

The wind picked up around his hair and he involuntary shivered. "Ahah." The agent walked back and forth before lowering himself into a squat and studying some innate part of the vegetation. "It's the fay, faeries, like Disney shit." James expected a quizical look for that wild stab, but it was worth testing the theory with her.

"Maybe he made a deal, and thought that just an iron gate would protect him. I've only read some of the old books, but they used to go around in swarms in those books, and they took him apart." James offered, taking another sip and standing up to face her.

"Definitely not from the stories I read to my kid. If these fuckers are still in town, maybe they'll return to the scene, maybe this is even their forest." Chris added and went back to massaging his temple.

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Re: The Unexplainable

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Riley’s eye didn’t twitch as James threw his ideas around again and though she did shoot him a questioning glance at the term fairy it was only because he didn’t elaborate further and not because of the idea itself. “What sort of fairy? It has different connotations depending on what culture you’re deriving it from… Are you speaking of the little winged creatures? The ghost-like spirits? The humanesque fairies that live underground? We have nymphs, pixies, sprites, sylphs, yōsei and apsara. Some of them have poisonous bites and some of them are simply mischief makers. Some of them are helpful spirits that simply help humans for unknown reasons.”

Furrowing her brow, she studied the area again, scanning it to see if she could sense anything watching them. If this park was a part of some fairy stomping ground then why hadn’t there been any reports of them in the database?

“So we’ll look into that angle but until we can get someone out here with more specialized knowledge about the fair folk then we should keep listing options… I’ll call in Caemryn to do a sweep of the area today.”

Caemryn was their local Celtic transfer and Riley figured if anyone would know about the fairies it would be him. He had an odd ability to sense magic or unexplained energy so perhaps his report would lead them in the right direction.

“What about spirits? Most of the ones I’ve heard of are benevolent or apathetic to humans… Would one benefit from… What happened?”

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Re: The Unexplainable

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James nodded. "Ghosts aren't really my area. You've got banshees, your average crypt-clinger and with parks like these, there's no protection, no threshold for them to cross." The agent laughed. "No wonder they picked us for this one." James ran a finger in a swift circle around his head.

"Don't tell him what he's looking for here. If he asks why, tell him I said so." Caemryn and James didn't have a good friendship, something about his reckless treatment of scenes that involved magic and made it that much harder for him to look for leftover magic.

The agent finished his cup of black and dumped it a nearby public bin, going back to his car and pulling the door open. "I don't think there's much here than what we've found, come on, I'll take you out to an early lunch and we can go check on the coroner's report and see who this dude was related to." James grinned his cheeky smile and slammed the door without so much as a please.

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Re: The Unexplainable

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Riley wasn’t about to pretend as if vanity mattered to her but she cast a look back at her gleaming black SUV then at James’ beat up Volvo before finishing her own coffee and tossing the cup into the bin. She hit the button on her keyring to set the alarm on her SUV and then climbed into the passenger side of James’ car.

Taking out her phone, she sent off a quick message to Caemryn, leaving it vague as she asked him to check out the park and just report back anything that he found before switching her cell to vibrate and tucking it into her purse.

“You always offer food before we go to the Coroner’s.” She muttered under her breath, taking the time to look out of her window before turning her face towards him. “I absolutely love to have a full stomach when we go look at chunks of bloody meat and viscera.” As the words left her mouth, she turned a soft shade of green but she shook her heard fiercely, trying to draw her mind away from such images before they seared themselves into her brain.

“Where to? We heading to McGuff’s again?”

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James grunted in reply, looking back as he reversed and backed out of WillowBrook Park and onto the street, beeping at a car that sped past them and pulling the finger with a couple of muttered curses.

"Better than thinking about the meat chunks while you're trying to eat, ever thought of that?" James said, raising his eyebrow at her with a thin smile as he accelerated onto the right side of the road and kicked the Volvo into higher gear. "Better than starving all day."

The inside of the Volvo was clear around the front but the back of the car had a mess only a child could make with discarded chip packets, cheap toys from fast food joints and a couple of dog-eared books were stuffed into the backs of their chairs.

"McGuff's sounds right to me. How's the fam'?"

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