<div style="text-align: center">Carmen Castillo <br/>
235 Eagle Way, Winter Haven to 45th Queen's Ave, Winter Haven<br/>
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</div></div><br/>It was Carmen Castillo's day off and she damn well intended to enjoy it. Having been the first off day she'd encountered in 12 straight days, she was happy for the solitude that it brought her. Since she had no living family, Carmen made residence in a decent sized home in the suburbs, and though she lived alone, her boy Smith kept her company. Smith was a gorgeous 2 year old German Shepard, completely black in color. His large amber eyes had been the first thing about him she'd noticed when she'd found him at the pound and though he'd been labeled as vicious, he'd never once even snapped at her. Carmen and Smith took to each other quickly enough, and since Smith was so vicious with everyone else, the pound actually<i>gave </i>the dog to her for free. They'd been inseparable ever since. Even though he wasn't a police dog, her precinct even allowed him to accompany her on her patrols. For you see, Carmen Castillo was Winter Haven's most promising officer on the force. At 36 years old, Carmen had been on the force since she was 21 and she'd never even thought about leaving them. She lived very troubled teenage years and when she kept getting incarcerated for petty theft, grand theft auto, and countless other convictions, she met Detective Drew Angston. Though he'd never made any sexual advances towards her, he'd straightened her damn life up and had become one of her closest friends. Now, so many years later, as she sat on the comfy couch in her large living room, she'd made a name for herself - Protector of Winter Haven, The Avenger. A few years ago, a fellow cop had been engaged in a shoot out with a big time drug dealer. Jack shit ever happened in Winter Haven, so this had been big news. When Carmen had caught wind, she'd sped straight to the scene to have her friend's back. However, her friend had ended up shot and out of self defense, she'd shot the perpetrator seconds after her friend had fallen, thus earning her the title of Avenger. It hadn't been the first person she'd ever had to shoot, but it had been the first she'd ever had to kill. It took Carmen a while to drag herself out of the darkness it brought and Drew had been a main reason she'd made it. She'd already missed a call from Drew this evening, but since it was her off day, he'd had to have known before he called that she wouldn't answer.<br/><br/>Jerking her out of her thoughts, her cell phone began ringing on the couch beside her, where she sat indian style as she watched the news on TV. Seeing that it was the Chief calling her, she frowned and quickly picked the phone up. Chief never called on her off days. Never. "Hey Chief, what's up?" She quizzed as she answered the phone and on the couch to her left, Smith picked his large black head up and cocked it to the side, giving a little huff, as if he knew duty was calling. "Carmen, it's Drew. There's been a report of a gunshot at his residence." And that's all that Carmen had needed to hear. Hanging up the phone immediately, she ran up the stairs at lightning speed. Carmen knew she had gifts, knew she was abnormally strong and very, very fast, however she had no idea what she was. Her mother had told her stories, a long time ago, however now it all seemed like it wasn't even real anymore. She shook her head, deciding not to think of her powers and the Celestials at the moment, what little she knew. Instead, she dashed into her room, immediately dressed in uniform, and ran down the stairs. "Come, Smith!" She commanded and the German Shepherd barked once, before he bounded out the door as she opened it. Running to the driver's side, she opened the door and first Smith entered, climbing his way to his spot in the passenger seat, and then Carmen jumped in, as well. Cranking her large Tahoe cruiser, she flipped her lights and sirens on and backed out of her driveway, before putting the Tahoe in drive and speeding off to the Angston residence.<br/><br/>Carmen's cruiser came to a screeching halt in front of Drew's place and she'd barely had it in park before she was jerking her door open. She ran to his door, literally blurring as she moved so fast, before she began pounding on the wooden surface. Smith, having bounded out of her still open door, caught up with her a few moments later. He sat back on his haunches, staring at the door with his tongue hanging out as Carmen banged on the door continuously. "Drew? Drew! Angston!" She called, groaning in frustration when no one came to the door. She took a few paces back, looking to her left and right to see if she saw any other incoming police, before she squared her shoulders and gave the door a slightly more than gentle kick. Even though she'd barely used any effort at all, the heavy wooden door came flying off of the hinges, crashing into the wall behind it. As Carmen peeked her large dark eyes into the home, she drew her Glock .357 SIG and carried it in front of her in a defensive posture. "Drew? You in here buddy?" She called again, her voice a husky and seductive tone, by natural rights. When she was greeted with silence in return, she frowned and flipped the kitchen light on. As she did her eyes fell to the floor and at what she saw, her pistol clattered to the ground.<br/><br/>There on the kitchen tile, lay Drew Angston, her partner of ten years. Though she'd known him for much longer, they'd been made official partners ten years ago, almost to the date, and she thought of Drew as family. Now, her witty partner lay on the floor of his kitchen, his brains decorating the cabinets and electronics that resided there. About two feet from where he lay, lay his own pistol, which had likely fallen out out of his hand when he'd shot himself. As Carmen stand there, staring wide eyed at the dead body of her best friend, a single strangled sob fell from her lips. "D-Drew?" She whispered, her voice breaking with emotion as tears flooded her eyes and began falling down her cheeks. "Angston, you hear me?" she asked again, but she knew. How could she not? The man had blown his goddamn brains out. As the emotions crashed through her, Carmen fell to her knees in front of the dead body. As she stared at him, unmoving, Smith came trotting up to her side, now the same height as her since she was on her knees. He let off a soft whine and leaned his side into hers, for support, as he stared at Drew just like Carmen did, as if Smith understood what was happening. As the beautiful Sergeant Carmen Castillo stared at her partner with blank eyes, even as tears leaked down her cheeks, she reached up to her chest to gently turn her radio on. "Dispatch, this is Sarge. I need a paramedic to 45th Queens Ave, subject is unresponsive." As she spoke, her voice was hollow and solemn. "Sargeant, that's Drew Angston's residence." Carmen clenched her jaw, anger swelling in her chest as she stared at the horrific scene before her. Drew wasn't suicidal. Drew wouldn't do this, he was happy. He was kind and good and supportive. He didn't do it. "I know what I fucking said, Dispatch."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2F66.media.tumblr.com%2Febcc35f855d0d04cfe9e36da6ce05c90%2Ftumblr_oizod4lqkX1ufzk7po1_500.gifv&amp;hash=30fafa41634979119498960dc5dc682f" title="tumblr_oizod4lqkX1ufzk7po1_500.gifv">
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