Todd Thorne
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Post by Todd Thorne on Nov 29, 2011 22:18:44 GMT -8
Time: Day 6, Early Morning Weather: Rain, and Fog Location: Emily's Home Characters: Todd, Tamika, Emily, George, Paige(?), Alexandre(?)[OPEN...kinda please ask me. I'll let you know when you can come in] Todd hopped over the white picket fence that lined Emily's back yard and rushed through the downpour and up the steep slope back to his truck that was parked behind a line of trees on Taft Street. As he slid into the the drivers seat he shot a thumbs up to the red head seated to his right. Red may have seemed to be fully committed to the success of Team Todd earlier at the clock tower but Thorne wasn't taking any chances no sir-ree. While he disposed of the blonde whore in Emily's backyard he had left Tamika bound, gagged and handcuffed for good measure. He didn't want her getting cold feet and running off on him. He reached over and yanked the the gag out of her mouth, "It's all set up now Red!" He gestured through the windshield at the tree Zoe's corpse now hung. From their current vantage point they could only see the back of the tree but they did have a full view of Emily's patio door and kitchen window. He began to fish for something in his pocket and as he did so he said, "I know you couldn't see it from here but it came out pretty sweet! It totally looks like the work of the psycho who sliced up the Prom Queen--AH HAH! there it is!" Todd laughed and pulled out his cellphone. After a few button presses he held it up for Tamika and said, "I took pictures for you!" The small screen displayed a snapshot of a nude Zoe Hooker, split open sternum to crotch and strung up with wire in a crucifixion pose. Todd wiggled the screen in excitement in Tamika's face but quickly pulled the phone back and messed with the buttons some more. When he held it up again the screen showed a new shot, a close up shot Zoe's chest, Todd tapped a finger on the screen, "You know I think the best part is the little cardboard star I safety pinned! Pure genius on my part don't you think? Being the only female deputy in town Emily will definitely think the psycho killer is targeting her now!" He snapped the phone shut nugged Tamika, "I have to congratulate you again on your superb suggestion on dumping the body here Red! This will definitely freak her out and leave her vulnerable. There's no way she'll turn down my offer of protection. I'm one of the strongest guys she knows next to George...but we know he won't want to have anything to do with her after her pathetic weak display. With no one else to turn she will welcome me with open arms. There's no way I would let that monster get her right?" He winked and flashed another one of his dazzling smiles, "She'll never have to know I'm the monster..." As his thought trailed off Todd's expression grew dark and his smile suddenly turned into a nasty snarl,"...as long as she doesn't try and fucking leave me that is." But as quickly as it appeared Todd's anger had evaporated and once again he was all in good humor and smiles once more. "Now all that's left to do is to sit back and watch the show! It's a shame we don't have any popcorn huh?" He pouted at the missed snack opportunity and rubbed his hands together partly in anticipation but also from the chill. "Man it is cold out there! Being out in that freezing rain certainly doesn't help! Ugh, I hope I don't really get sick!" Todd reached down and cranked up the heater. "Which reminds me! I better call the department about taking ill last night...Todd leaned closer to Tamika his eye's flashed dangerously, "Now don't you make a sound Red!" He shoved the gag back into his partner's mouth and with one finger to his lips and dialed the GVSD. To the dispatch he moaned about being too ill to make it into work today, "I'm so sorry guys" he coughed his voice hoarse, "but I'm feeling TERRRRRRRIBLE, I think I've got the flu or something! Yeah?" He paused and listened intently to the person on the other end, "Yes. Mmhmm thank you. I will! I see looots of bed rest and hot chicken soup in my future. Mmmmhmmm goodbye..." Once the cell was safely flipped shut again Todd pulled down Tamika's gag. "Okay home free now! Now where were we..." He leaned down and switched on the radio. All-American Reject's Dirty Little Secret filled the cab. I'll keep you my dirty little secret, (Dirty little secret) Don't tell anyone or you`ll be just another regret, (Just another regret, hope that you can keep it) My dirty little secret, Who has to know?Todd rubbed his eyes and sighed, "Man...I wish we could get a little closer, you know! Arg but I don't want to risk it..." Looking at his watch he yawned, "6:10- It won't be long now George wanted us in there extra early today...Emily better not oversleep."
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Post by Tamika Weir on Nov 30, 2011 15:48:25 GMT -8
Tamika gaze at Todd as he pulled Zoe into Emily's backyard. "He could have at least left me untied." She shifted again in her seat, the ropes and handcuffs being quite uncomfortable and the gag painfully digging into her face, particularly painful on the side with the cut. Taking her eyes off Todd, she looked in the other windows, searching for any sign that anyone else was outside, yet sadly she spotted no one.
"God damned superstitions! Most people are going to be inside today because of the rain. Though I guess it is a bit too early for most people to be up anyway." Turning back to Todd, she watched him some more, her mind pondering her theory about the red seeds. A simple seed being able to turn a friendly cop into a homicidal killer seemed quite far fetched, yet she supposed not impossible. Tamika knew that drugs and booze could definitely change a person from alright and friendly to a complete bastard. Her father came to mind...
Okay so they can change a person! But that still leaves how he got them." Tamika didn't really believe Todd seemed like a drug addict. Granted, she'd only met him once before all this, but he seemed too friendly, too happy, to be taking drugs that would make a person a violent asshole. And besides, he was a cop, and something like a drug addiction would most likely hurt his career. Though the police in Greenvale apparently let Emily get away with some...extracurricular activities, Tamika guessed that a drug addiction would not be overlooked in the same way.
"So someone forced him to take them. Then that just leaves one question. Who is to blame for all this?" She remembered seeing him kill Zoe, him shooting at her, him threatening her. All these memories and pain made her want to blame him and see him punished severely. Yet...
"What if he's actually a victim in all this? If I'm right and he didn't take the drugs by choice, then someone could be forcing him to do all this." Tamika actually felt a small amount of something close to sympathy. She had been forced to kill people before and she hadn't enjoyed any of it. Maybe Todd had really wanted to kill that whore as much as she had wanted to kill those people back in Chicago.
At that moment Todd slid back into the car and yanked the gag off her face. She winced a bit as it came off, the sudden removal making her cheek hurt more. Her eyes followed his gesture and she listened quietly as he eagerly told her about his dirty work. Then he pulled out his phone and showed her the body of the blonde hooker tied to the tree, completely naked and with a large cut down the center of her body. Tamika had of course seen corpses before, yet Todd's glee, the...imaginative way of displaying the body, the star on her chest, and the knowledge that she made all this possible sickened Tamika and made her almost want to throw up. Though through her nausea, she managed to say,
"You did quite well in copying the style of that psycho." She almost gagged again as Todd nudged her and congratulated her on her brilliant idea. "Please stop reminding me that I'm the one who came up with this..." She forced a smile and pretended to enjoy hearing Todd's praise and agreeing with his reasoning that Emily would turn to protection, while inside she wanted to die in a hole for helping and encouraging this psycho.
Tamika actually did look sick when he said he wanted popcorn. "WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS?!? A FUCKING FILM?!? YOU JUST MURDERED A WOMAN AND TIED HER UP IN YOUR SUPPOSED GIRL'S BACKYARD! YOU SHOULDN'T BE WANTING FUCKING POP-He might be on drugs, this may not be his fault. He might be on drugs, this may not be his fault. As much as you want to throw up on him and then kill him, this may not be his FUCKING fault."
She glared as he put the gag back in her mouth to call in sick, half jokingly thinking that she should be the one calling in sick instead of him. Tamika quietly watched Todd call in sick, looking calm, except for the glare that remained on her face the whole time. She managed to remove the glare from her face as he once again removed the gag, pretending it was the gag that angered her, yet a glint of rage could still be seen in her normally cool grey eyes.
As music filled the truck and Todd stared out the window at Emily's house, Tamika wanted to close her eyes, yet she forced herself to watch with Todd, pretending to want to see the results of her idea. All the while she wished for Emily's sake that she spent the night at someone else's house, and for her own (though she hated herself for it) that Emily hadn't.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 1, 2011 23:38:31 GMT -8
Emily was jolted awake by the screaming alarm on her bedside nightstand. Her hand automatically slapped it off and with bleary eyes she stared hard at the clock in disbelief. How could it time to wake up already? It felt like she just closed her eyes a only a moment ago. When her eyes finally adjusted she was very disappointed to see it was indeed 6:45AM and time to get her ass out of bed. With a long sigh she threw off her covers and very slowly rolled herself out of bed. Barefoot she padded half asleep directly into her bathroom forgoing her usual slippers and robe hoping the chill of the room would help wake her up. She flinched when she saw her own reflection within the bright lights of the bathroom. Her hair was a mess, completely snarled and pointing every which way and thanks to another practically sleepless night dark circles also lined the bottom of her eyes. Though Emily had to admit the circles went oh so fashionably with with her bruised chin, lip and collarbone she scored the other day from her gladiator match with Todd. She raised a hand and gently prodded the bruises once again wishing that she didn't agree to fight Todd for George's sick amusement the other day. She wasn't going to make that mistake again. And after happened yesterday well...She wouldn't be caught dead near Todd Thorne ever again. That's was a fucking promise. With a frown she continued her examination in growing irritation. As if she wasn't black and blue enough her second and less friendly tumble with Todd in the office yesterday resulted in yet more bruising. There was a new bruise around her left upper arm and shoulder where Todd had wrenched her arm back practically out of her socket. Then she made the mistake of lifting her tank top up to examine why her mid section was so dang sore. "Holy Jesus, no wonder..." Starting high on her waist and ending well past her right thigh was a very dark bruise as wide as her hand. I should have fucking shot him, Jesus Christ! This is going to take weeks to go away.Wonderful, just wonderful. She must have score that beauty after being body slammed into the table, no wonder she felt like complete crap. Fuck you Thorne.Emily just loved looking like some sort of domestic violence victim. Totally. It really did wonders for her appearance and people's confidence in her ability to protect and serve. Uggggggggggggggggggggh, well at least I can properly hide these latest additions, but sadly I'm still crap at the whole make up thing so I still can't do much about the obvious ones. She ran an angry hand through her snarled golden locks then snatched a bottle of asprin and took two pills. As she slapped off the bathroom light and stomped from the bathroom she prayed they would kick in sooner rather than later. What she really needed now some coffee stat and then a nice hot shower to sooth her aching body. As she passed her bed she gave it a longing look wishing she could just crawl back inside, pull the covers over her head and pretend the world outside didn't exist. Unfortunately as nice as that idea sounded she knew she couldn't. She had a big day ahead of her with not only the Anna Graham investigation but Tamika was also still missing too... Her stomach clenched at the thought of her missing new friend. She hoped to God Tamika was safe... wherever she was. As she descending the stairs Emily flipped on hall lights as she went and headed straight into her living room. Grabbing the remote off a coach cushion she turned on the tv and caught the tail end of the local news station's weather forecast. A rather busty and chipper brunette, Emily believed her name was Katie something, cooed, "It's another rainy day folks, but it's looking like clearer skies tomorrow!" "Yay!! crappy weather all day! Thanks so much for the awesome news Katie!," Emily mocked while wondering how the woman could be so cheery this early in the morning. Emily was never what you would call a morning person. Well at least the lousy weather fit perfectly with her current mood. She threw the remote back onto her couch in irritation but soon perked when her nose caught the aroma of delicious freshly brewed coffee wafting out from her kitchen. She smiled and quickly made her way into her kitchen. As she poured herself a big steaming cup o' joe she mentally congratulated herself for actually remembering to set the coffee pot last night. At least one thing was going right for her today! Emily took a nice long sip and her eyes lifted to gaze out her kitchen window on her backyard. She choked. There was something very large and pale hanging on her oak tree. What the fuck...She ran to her patio door and flung it open the curtain and the glass door not caring if any anyone could see her in just a tank top and panties. The coffee mug she lovingly cradled only moment before shattered on the floor drenching her bare feet in scalding hot coffee. But Emily felt none of this as she was completely focused on the body of a dead naked woman strung up in her backyard. That's right there was a dead body, in her backyard. A BODY. Emily couldn't believe was she was seeing. Was she still asleep? She moaned, "No..nononononnonoooo this can't be..." and stumbled forward out onto her patio and into the downpour. She had to be hallucinating, right? This wasn't real... It couldn't be fucking real! When she drew closer to the illusion she reached out a trembling hand hoping it would somehow break the spell. But when her fingers lightly brushed the dead girl's cold, wet, and very solid flesh she jerked back and tripped over her own two feet. Emily fell hard to the ground her mind was in a blind panic. It's real, just like Anna..left here while I slept. Oh god, OH GOD!Emily vomited at the girl's feet. She dry heaved a full minute after emptying her stomach before she was able to force herself up off her lawn and stagger back into the safety of her home. Her thoughts were going a mile a minute trying to process what she just saw. Someone, most likely Anna's killer, had been in her yard during the night and set this up. While she and the rest of Greenvale slept another young woman's life had been claimed by a psychopath... But wait who's to say the killer wasn't still here? Watching...waiting... Oh Jesus! Fear momentarily paralyzed Emily. She had to get help now and fast! George!She snatched the cordless phone off the counter and frantically dialed George's cell phone. He live just down the street he could be here within minutes. He would protect- The call went straight to voicemail. Emily stomach dropped and she let out a panicked, "Fuck!" and dialed his home number, not caring if she woke his poor sick mother. After waiting an agonizing minute George finally picked up with a less than pleased greeting. Emily whispered into the receiver, "George...I need you. Please come- I-I'm" She choked back a sob "...Oh God just hurry."
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George Woodman
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Post by George Woodman on Dec 2, 2011 17:01:40 GMT -8
George woke up from a dingy mattress to the sound of a phone ringing. The first thing he wanted to do was find his handgun, shoot the phone and go back to sleep. He fumbled around for a few seconds before giving up and going towards the phone. "You better have a good fucking excuse for calling me right now..." he thought as he put the receiver to his ear. "This is George..."
Emily's desperate voice came in from the other end. "Emily?" he said, suddenly feeling adrenaline rousing him to his senses. "Who's over there. What's going on?" He asked, only to get no response. "I'll be right over..."
George got dressed as fast as he could, making sure to finally find his handgun and rushed out the door. Judging by the way she was whispering into the phone, it sounded like someone scary was over at Emily's house, probably with the intent of either raping and/or killing her. "Whoever's over there is going to be sorry that he could ever think of breaking the law in my town..." he thought darkly as he peeled out of the driveway and down towards Emily's house.
Luckily, there was no traffic on the road and George was able to get there in a minute. He stepped out of the car cautiously with his weapon drawn and looked around. There wasn't any suspicious vehicles nearby, nor any signs of forced entry into Emily's house. He slowly opened the front door to Emily's house and slid in.
"Emily? You here? Are you alright?"
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 3, 2011 15:51:40 GMT -8
The sudden bang of a tree branch hitting her back window startled Emily so much she dropped her phone to the floor. Her panic went in full over drive now and was unable to hear a concerned George call for her on the other end of the phone.
It could be too late they could be in the house!
Emily lunged for the side arm in her holster that she had left hanging on the back of a chair and pointed it frantically around her empty living room with shaking hands.
Oh God did I forget to lock my front door, again?
It was possible as she was extremely tired when she came home last night. Emily mentally slapped herself. How could she be that that fucking stupid! There was a psychopath stalking the streets...
She stood still for several minutes soaking her carpet with her back to far wall of her living room waiting to hear for more signs of movement. Emily knew she should probably sweep her house and flush out the intruder like the cop she was supposed to be but at this the moment her nerves were just too shot. Fear had rooted her to the spot.
Pathetic Wyatt
But hearing the front door creek open was the kick in the ass Emily needed to snap out of her current paralysis. She whipped around the corner with her gun raised and screamed, "FREEZE! MOTHERFU-" But the command cut short when it finally registered that it was George's head she was pointing her gun at.
The drenched and half naked Emily stared open mouthed at her boss for few seconds trying to comprehend how he got there before the gun finally dropped to her side. Overcome with relief she rushed forward and threw her arms around him and with her face buried in his chest she sobbed, "George! Oh thank GOD you are here!"
The tears flowed freely now as she clung to him now shaking with fear. In a muffled voice she continued, "A-Anna's killer struck again last night! There's a-a body in my tree! A blonde with a star!" Emily choked back another sob and released one arm from it's death grip around George to point towards the back of her the house. She lifted her face finally eyes wide, "But they could still be here I-I heard a noise. Oh Jesus, they were here while I slept George!"
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George Woodman
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Post by George Woodman on Dec 3, 2011 19:00:34 GMT -8
George was surprised to suddenly get a gun in his face, which had briefly caused him to raise his own pistol. He lowered it again once he realized the assailant was Emily Wyatt, half naked and drenched from head to toe. He took a few deep breaths from the close encounter only to be surprised again when Emily wrapped his arms around him rather tightly. "W-well at least you're safe..."
It was then it dawned on him that Emily was not only half naked but also rather close to him. This was practically a dream come true, though he still needed to remain focused. "This is a good start. If you manage to help Emily through this, you'll be able to get closer to her. This might be the opening I need." He thought before Emily spoke up again, causing his eyes to go wide.
"What? The killer struck again?" he exclaimed at this new developer.But I didn't kill anyone last night. Is there a copycat running around that I'm not aware of? Whoever they are, they sure picked the wrong person to impersonate. I think I might be able to find someone to pin Anna's murder on more easily that I thought..."
He took in a few more deep breaths as he broke off the hug. "I don't think anyone else is here. Though it never hurts to check." He replied as he went through the house, poking his gun into any place a killer could possibly hide. After doing a cursory scan of the house for a few minutes he returned to where he first saw Emily.
"I think the place is clear. Doesn't look like the killer stuck around. With that out of the way, I need to examine the crime scene. Why don't you go get cleaned up and dressed and then join me. I want to know everything that happened." He ordered and left for the backyard.
Just as Emily described, the unknown blonde was crucified against the tree, completely naked and cut open. George knew just about every person in town and yet he had never seen her before.
"Lovely. Agent Morgan's gonna have a fucking field day with this..."
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Todd Thorne
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 7, 2011 23:05:19 GMT -8
((RCK!Todd is so seriously fucked up in the head D:))
Todd glanced down at his watch it was 6:47am and Princess still wasn't up. Irritated he turned to his so called partner in crime. Had Red been holding out on him? Maybe Emily wasn't even home and had been at some guy's house this entire time. Meaning he just risked it all setting up that display for nothing.
Todd did not like wasting his time and he sure as hell didn't like being made a fool of.
Taking hold of Tamika's arm Todd pulled her close. His cold blue eyes locked onto her gray ones and through gritted teeth he growled, "She's not with someone is she Red?" His grip tightened, "Cause... I swear if she doesn't show soon I'm gonna have to assume you've been ly-"
A light suddenly came on, a clear indication that someone was within the home. It had to be Emily, she was home after all, Red hadn't lied... Todd released Tamika's arm and pushed her away back towards her side of the cab.
He leaned forward with both hands firmly clutched onto the steering wheel, "About fucking time...I just hate being kept waiting. Emily can be so inconsiderate with her habitual tardiness."
He frowned and took his gaze off the house to focus on the girl sitting beside him, "I bet it was hell getting her to clients on time wasn't it Red?" He leaned back lacing his fingers behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "Well...she'll learn the importance of punctuality when she's with me from now on or face the consequences."
His eyes glanced back down towards the house and was surprised to see that Emily's blonde head was now visible through the kitchen window. Todd sat straight up, his excitement building. This was it! There was no way she could miss his little present. He leaned forward, adrenaline pumping. "Oh it's GO TIME NOW RED! There she is..."
Todd bounced in his seat in anticipation.
Soon...now... His right hand dropped from the wheel clamped down hard on Tamika's thigh. He shook it side to side, "Come on Em lookuplookuplookup...uuuuuup!
Emily's eyes had finally looked up and caught sight of the whore. She disappeared from view.
"YES!"
The drawn curtains were pulled and Emily ripped open the glass patio door. Upon seeing Emily's half naked appearance Todd's eyes grew large and he took a sharp intake of breath
"HOLY SHIT!" He let go of Tamika and scrambled to pull his cell from his pocket. He snapped a picture while silently cursing himself for leaving his digital camera back at the office yesterday.
It was then Emily stepped into the downpour and with a look of utter disbelief grew closer to the body. Todd's eyes never left hers, he whispered, "That's it Emily, take it all in. The corpse real and Anna's killer is after you now baby..." He held his breath as Emily reached out a trembling hand.
She jerked back fell back hard to the ground. She looked so scared, so pathetic...so delicious now that she was completely drenched. There was really nothing left to the imagination now. Todd licked his chapped lips and groaned as his jeans grew uncomfortably tight. His hungry eyes raked down Emily's trembling form savoring every detail from her plastered golden locks to her toned and now mud splattered legs. He was so absorbed he had completely forgotten that Red was still sitting beside him.
The scrapes and the bruises were all his doing. Todd knew that much for sure. He had left his mark on her and that thought made him giddy. It gave him sick satisfaction that it would take weeks for any of that to fade away and she would think of him every time she caught a glimpse of her injuries. She knew how strong his was now her own pain was proof of that. She would definitely come to him for protection from Anna's killer. He briefly wondered what her John thought last night upon seeing his handy work. Was he repulsed? Did seeing her like that make him think twice about fucking her? God Todd hoped so.
He had marked his territory. She was his now and she was... "So fucking beautiful."
The words had slipped out. Todd was barely aware he had even said them. Oh God he wanted her.
Now.
His willpower had shattered.
Fuck waiting, he was so over that once he had caught sight of her. His girl was in distress and she needed him now! He had to go to her, hold her close. Todd squirmed in his seat he never thought he was a sadist but seeing Emily completely broken like this was such a turn on.
He wondered why the hell he didn't try doing this before.
His hand found the door handle and was all set to bound down that hill and take what his... when Emily retched in the grass.
Todd pulled his hand back from the door in repulsion, "Oh- JESUS! That was just disgusting Emily!"
The spell was broken. Todd watched Emily stumbled back into her house and prayed it was to wash her mouth out.
It was fucking disgusting.
Todd turned his head away from the scene he and was startled to find that Tamika sitting beside him. He had completely forgotten she was even in the truck. If he had left that would have been...well awkward, maybe it was a good thing Em vomited.
Todd smiled and in an effort to compose himself asked, "So wanna take bets on who's gonna show first- Mr. FBI or George? I have to say my bet is with George..."
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 9, 2011 15:49:49 GMT -8
For a second, Tamika was worried that Emily actually WAS not home. Tamika would be happy if Emily didn't see the body but knew that Todd would probably kill her if he found that Emily wasn't home. She was about to try and figure out another lie when, to her fortune, a light then came on and Todd shoved her back into her seat.
"Okay, so Emily's home. That doesn't mean she has to see the body. All she has to do is go to work and not look into a backyard. That isn't too difficult to do, right Emily?" Tamika watch Emily's house intently, only nodding slightly when Todd tried talking to her. She was hoping, praying, that Emily would not look out the window. If Emily had been home and didn't see the body, Todd couldn't hold it against her, right? Well, he probably could. People, especially psychos, were completely unreasonable like that. But he would possibly be less likely to kill her in that case. Tamika felt the car bounce and bit and listened to Todd's excited words as they both watched Emily, all the while still praying in her head.
"Please Emily. Don't look up. Just go to work. Go out the front door. Don't look in your backyard. Please Emily, don't look up." Yet, Emily looked up. Tamika swore internally yet continued to watch as Emily stepped out half naked into the rain. Todd's sudden movement startled her and a look of disgust crossed her face as Todd snapped a picture of Emily. Her disgust grew as he licked his lips and groaned, obviously turned on by the sight of Emily in her current state. She wished dearly that she could stab him and erase every last trace of pleasure he was getting right now.
"He's just on drugs. He has-fuck it. Drugs or no drugs this is fucking sick. When-if he snaps out of this, I'm going to stab him. Maybe somewhere non-fatal but I'll still do it." Tamika glared darkly at Todd as he continued to watch Emily, every part of her wishing she could hurt him, make him bleed. Maybe even kill him. Then she pulled back from that thought. Sick and disgusting he may be, she would never kill a human again. Tamika swore as she left Chicago that she would slit her throat first if she ever tried to kill someone again and she wasn't going to go back on what she said just because of some sicko.
"Besides, there's still a chance that he's innocent. Maybe a slim one but there it is. And I could never kill an innocent. Maybe wound him for being a sick fuck, but not kill him." When Todd reached for the door handle, Tamika was at first relieved, thanking God that she wouldn't have to see him be turned on by terrified Emily. Yet then her relief turned to fear as she realized what he would do if he got out of the car and got to Emily. She was about to try and stop Todd when he suddenly pulled back and yelled at Emily. Tamika turned to Emily and saw that she was puking from the sight.
"Oh God. I'm so sorry Emily. I didn't want to do this. Honest. I had no choice. Please, please be able to recover from this. Please be okay." Tamika watched as Emily stumbled back to her house, Tamika's previous enraged and disgusted thoughts replaced by prayers for the poor woman who she aided in horrifying. Tamika was drawn out of her prayers when Todd asked her who she thought would she up first. The rage came back immediately and Tamika had to bite her lip to prevent her from ranting at Todd until her voice turned hoarse. She then forced herself to take a deep breath and respond calmly.
"I'd have to say George as well. George has known Emily longer and would probably be more concerned for her well-being than the FBI agent." Tamika's voice became angrier as she added and began to rant,"Also, I've met the FBI agent. Complete idiot, and rude too. Actually almost got himself killed on the way into town. I helped him out and for the trouble he accused me of being a convict. Peh! Probably won't show up for quite a while, the douche."
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 10, 2011 11:30:25 GMT -8
Emily reluctantly let George go so he could sweep her home and didn't move until he came back with the all clear. She nodded at his instructions and immediately then ran upstairs two steps at a time when he left. Running into her bathroom she ripped off her soaked sleepwear, toweled dry and threw on a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a faded green Greenvale Sheriff Department sweatshirt. She took a moment to splash some water on her face, pull a brush through her snarls and brush her teeth.
She was still scared but felt some of her courage return now that George was here with her. Emily was amazed how nothing ever seemed to rattle the man, not even Greenvale's first murder in years, and here he was again still calm and collected...while she was a total mess. Emily had a suspicion if George found had found this dead body in his yard it would have only irritated him...probably. He was definitely the rock in their partnership and Emily was glad he was able to come in her time of need.
She grabbed a large umbrella by the front door and then hesitantly stepped out into her backyard. Keeping her eyes adverted from the tree she called out to George.
"G-George? Would you like my umbrella? You are getting soaked out there."
Emily really didn't want to get closer to the tree but she knew she had to pull it together so with a frown she stepped forward and held her open her pink umbrella above George's head not waiting for an answer.
She took a peek at the girl but looked away when when felt the bile threatening to rise. She really didn't want to vomit on George's feet and felt her courage slipping yet again.
Why did it have to be in her yard? Of all places, why her yard? Emily felt violated, her home was supposed to be her safe haven from Anna's murder case and now its become yet another crime scene.
Why?
Emily forced her eyes back towards the woman. She was very pretty, blonde and young, just like Anna, but Emily did not recognize her. She doubted the woman even lived in Greenvale, did she come for a visit and just had the unfortunate luck to run into the killer?
Her eyes focused back onto the the small soggy cardboard star. What was that about? Was this a threat to her somehow? She was the only female deputy... Emily wanted to rip it off and throw it out of her sight. Anna's killer may have become fixated on her now and the unspoken promise of death scared her.
"George, do you recognize this w-woman? I don't think she lives a-around here." Emily took a deep breath to try and calm herself, "...Maybe this is some kind of personal threat from Anna's killer to me?" She lifted a hand and pointed to the star. "Blonde hair, the star, the fact she's hanging from my backyard..." Emily choked back a sob and clamped her free hand on George's arm hoping to pull in some of his strength.
Pull it together, Wyatt. George is right here Anna's killer can't hurt you. Together you guys can figure this out.
But fear continued to clutch at her heart, she looked to George with watery eyes and in small voice said, "Oh God...George? It's pretty obvious he he aims to kill me next but just wants to torture me first. Why else would he leave the body and not finish the job here when he clearly had the chance last night while I slept?"
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George Woodman
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I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious nook and cranny!
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Post by George Woodman on Dec 11, 2011 7:37:08 GMT -8
George used the opportunity while Emily was cleaning up to scan over the crime scene. At first glance, it looked remarkably similar to his own efforts with Anna. He ran his fingers around the grass for anything that might have been there when he placed his hands inside something slimy, grabbing his attention.
"Uggghh." He groaned, once he saw what he put his hand in was fresh puke. "Please don't tell me this was you, Emily..." He wiped it off on another dry section of grass and felt around a bit more until he put his fingers around some small, familiar items. "Red seeds. So, someone else is aware of what they are capable of. Interesting. I'm looking forward to meeting this copycat..."
A few minutes later Emily came out with an umbrella offering it to him. Although he declined, she still held it over it. George looked over at Emily, who was still trying to fight back the urge to puke again over the sight of the dead body.
His eye also caught sight of a small cardboard star, which looked vaguely like the star Emily wore on her uniform. He was trying to think of the implications of it when Emily spoke to him.
"I can't say that I do. Usually, I recognize most of the people here by face if not by name, and I can safely say this is the first time I've seen her. It's unfortunately that her visit to Greenvale ended like this..."
Emily was starting to cling onto him rather tightly. Right now, she looked to him less like a deputy and more like a scared young girl. "I hope it isn't a threat, though from the star and the choice of crime scene, I think you may be right. The sheer arrogance of this man, to think he can threaten the Greenvale Sheriff's Department."
He then looked over into her eyes. "Emily, I still need you to remain strong. Wherever this killer is, he wants you to be scared. It'll make it that much easier for him to get to you. I'll do what I can to help you, but remember: you're an officer of the law."
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Post by Paige O'Brian on Dec 11, 2011 15:09:05 GMT -8
She had gotten up absurdly early (at least according to her Dad, who still lay snoring in bed, the slowpoke), as usual not wanting to waste a single moment of freedom on her Rainy-Day-Off. Sneaking carefully down the stairs and pouring herself the sugariest cereal she could find in the pantry, Paige had sat cross-legged in front of the down-stairs TV, idly thumbing through channels attempting to find something even remotely resembling a cartoon, or at least not trying to educate her.
She glanced up from her bowl when she heard the sounds of a car pulling up nearby, and peered excitedly through the curtains at the emblazoned police car two doors down.
'They've probably come to talk about the ghost-killer! Why haven't they called me over yet? I'm a deputy now too!' Paige shut the TV off and put her bowl aside, walking slowly so as not to wake either her Dad or Batdog, who was curled under the layers of old sheets acting as a make-shift dog-bed (and would surely make a fuss if he saw her- she knew her Dad wouldn't approve her leaving this early, after all). She pulled on her raincoat and gumboots from the coat-hanger as quietly as possible, then fumbled with the keys on the ring by the door, eventually managing to unlock and close the heavy front door with minimal noise. 'Yes, I'm awesome! I could be a spy! Or a ninja? Ninja-spy!'
Grabbing an umbrella from the front porch, she pattered her way across her neighbor's yard until she reached Emily's house, eying the police car joyfully as climbed the steps to the door. Not one for patience or general acts of politeness, Paige opted instead to shout over the heavy rain.
"Hey Super-Cop! Are you there?!"
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 12, 2011 20:42:51 GMT -8
Emily nodded and wiped at her eyes, "You are right George, I am an officer of the law..." She let of George's arm and stood a bit straighter hoping to invoke a little more confidence then how she was really feeling, which was the overwhelming desire to run back inside and hide under her bed. She gave her boss a wry smile, "I better start acting like one huh? Before I give you the excuse you've been waiting for to fire my ass final-"
Paige's shout tore Emily's eyes from George and she turned towards the path along the side of her home.
"What in the world...I could of swore I heard?"
Super-Cop?
Emily took a step forward. There was only one person she knew who would yell 'Super-Cop' but what was Paige doing out this early and in the rain!? She listened hard for another call unsure,maybe her mind was playing tricks on her?
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Post by Paige O'Brian on Dec 13, 2011 0:20:32 GMT -8
Paige stood, rain slamming against her umbrella as she impatiently shifted from foot to foot. She hated to be kept waiting, especially when she was barely containing her excitement as it was. After waiting a while longer, she frowned and reached for the door-knob. She supposed Emily just hadn't heard her over the rain, so it's not like she'd hear a knock and anyway they were co-workers now and kind of like friends, she supposed, so it's not like Emily'd mind her just opening the door right?
She turned the knob, surprised (but delighted) that it wasn't locked- it looked to have been only absent-mindedly shut- probably by whatever cop had come to visit, she deduced. (Detective powers!) Pushing it open, she dropped her umbrella carelessly outside and walked quickly inside, treading water-soaked boots across the mat and floor.
"Hey, Super-Cop!" Paige called cheerfully into the house as she poked her head into the kitchen, attempting to track it's owner down, "I opened the door- hope you don't mind! Are you investigating again? Is another cop here?"
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 13, 2011 1:22:59 GMT -8
Emily took a quick glance back in George's and wondered if he had heard anything. But when her gaze returned to the house she caught sight of movement on the other side of her patio door.
Her stomach clenched.
Someone was in her house. Right now...watching them.
The killer?
It had to be the killer. Who else would it be? It was just like she suspected the psycho was hiding inside her house the entire time...
The pink umbrella fell to the ground as Emily pulled her sidearm and quickly opened the patio door and re entered her home. She wasn't about to let the son of a bitch get away.
As she pointed her gun into her living room she caught movement within the kitchen in the corner of her eye...
Gotcha...
Emily turned and found herself, for the second time this morning, pointing a gun at a very unexpected face.
"Paige!" Emily squeaked.
Her aim fell and the gun was quickly holstered.
I just pointed at gun at Paige! PAIGE! Why is she in my house?! Don't tell me something happened at her home as well am she came to me for help...
Within three strides Emily was at the girl's side and wrapped her in a fierce hug as an appology which also shielded her from seeing what was just beyond the patio door outside.
She pulled back a bit and kneeled so they were at eye level her hands gently clasping her shoulders. "Sweetie, what are you doing here?! I'm so SORRY!" She shook her slightly, "Are you okay? Is your father alright?"
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Post by Paige O'Brian on Dec 13, 2011 2:03:39 GMT -8
Her first reaction, basic and primal, was immediately fear-- theirwasagunpointingatherhead! Then on second-thought, as she identified the person behind it-- there was a gun pointing at her head!
"Wow, cool! Is that a real, proper gun? Can I s-"
She broke off as Emily wrapped her in a tight, crushing hug. She squirmed, spouting unintelligible protests, then pouted as Emily gradually let her go.
"Ah, yeah. Dad's fine," She answered distractedly, trying to peer around Emily's body to the rest of the house. Appreciative though she was of the attention, Paige was feeling rapidly overwhelmed, "Um- oh yeah. I came because I saw a police car! Did the bone help? Did you find the ghost? Where's your partner? Is it Sleepy-Cop?"
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