<span style="font-weight: bold">City Docklands </span><br/><br/>The man who smelt of booze groaned and muttered something under his breath. Causing Athena to wrinkle her nose.<br/><br/>“Sir… you’ve lost a lot of blood… here, let me help you up…” Athena tried to reassure him.<br/>Although she honestly wished she had Declan by her side by now. She wasn’t sure how much her smaller frame could support this deadweight’s one.<br/><br/>The mist continued to surround herself and the man lying there. The waters lapping against the peer support beams. Calmly but hauntingly.<br/><br/>She caught the sound of seagulls going ‘kah kah kah’ in the background. Although it was some added sound to the scene, it had a way of making things feel a lot more haunting then they needed to be.<br/>She attempted several things. Namely to pull him up, roll him over, smack him against the cheeks.<br/><br/>Nothing was working.<br/><br/>“Good lord…” she cursed irritably. She really didn’t enjoy being out here. Night time was normally the time crimes occurred. Especially the crimes she had been studying recently.<br/><br/>“Sir… I’ll need to get some help to get you up but you have to tell me what happened…?” she asked, investigating the cut. The cut appeared to be a mark of some sort.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened as tore the incision of the shirt to get a better look of the mark left behind. She got out her flashlight and had a look.<br/><br/>She got a hankerchief from her other pocket and rubbed away the excess blood to have a better look at the marking.<br/><br/>A vertical slash followed by two across.<br/><br/>It almost looked like double crucifix?<br/><br/>She quickly got out her phone and took a snapshot. Breathing frantically. She knew now wasn’t the time to be pawing at evidence but at this point, she figured she wasn’t much good on her own here.<br/><br/>“Sir… can you give me any information at all?” Athena asked, rubbing her hands and putting away her phone and the bloodied hankerchief. The flashlight, on the other hand, she decided to keep by her side.<br/><br/>When no response was forthcoming, Athena frowned worryingly, before turning on her heels to cross the peer.<br/><br/>He’d lost too much blood and was intoxicated. It was only a matter of time before he was a goner.<br/><br/>Athena was determined to find Declan. Before someone found him, her, or the unconscious man on the peer first.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Psychiatrist room </span><br/><br/>Julien dangled the pocket watch from its golden chain. Studying it as he spoke out loud.<br/><br/>“I realise there’s modern techniques out there and that is may seem like old hat to you…” he said, flitting his eyes to study her face “but<br/>I’m a bigger fan of old school methods.”<br/><br/>“… is… isn’t my session kind of over now…?” she asked, scratching the back of her head hesitantly. Looking over to the door by now “I don’t really have money to cover over time…”<br/><br/>Julien wasted no time in snatching Carly’s chin. Getting her face to face his.<br/><br/>She gasped.<br/><br/>“Carly.” Julien said sternly, studying her before smiling “relax. This will be- how would you say it?”<br/><br/>“…on the house.”<br/><br/>He grasped her chin even more fiercely. Her blue eyes constricting as her lower lip quivered.<br/>The area of her chin feeling like pins and needles where he was clasping her.  Like a dental anaesthetic constricting sensation.<br/><br/>“…J-Juuulien…?” she pleaded “you’re hurting me.”<br/>Before Carly could say anymore, however, she found herself frozen. Her body still sitting and eyes open. Hypnotic and unresponsive.<br/>As confirmed when Julien waved a hand in front of her face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">‘Nobody home.’</span>he thought.<br/><br/>He smiled. Before planting that hand against her forehead. The 3rd eye he had within the palm of left hand unveiling itself and drawing information from Carly’s mind.<br/><br/>Julien slowly channelled himself, focusing as he delved deeper and deeper into her head.<br/><br/>________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The subconscious</span><br/><br/>Carly found herself within a misty graveyard.<br/>A cold Northerly wind blew bitterly. One that could chill someone enough to their Marrow. For the likes of Carly, this was getting overwhelming.<br/><br/>Over the horizon, dark clouds speckled out the full moon from time to time, casting the centuries old cemetery into an inky blackness.<br/><br/>Greyish white stone heads, crosses and sentinels were scattered in ruins all over the place. Old, tarnished, and neglected.<br/><br/>The only saving grace of these grounds having any holy value whatsoever being a fully built, if not rudimentary, flint stoned Church.<br/><br/>Statues of angels standing proud on the roof tops in a symmetrical fashion.<br/><br/>The trees appeared to whisper. To call be calling her name.<br/><br/>What noises there were in this haunting abyss were toying with her unsteady nerves.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Here lies Mrs. Anna-Belle Elsie and Mr. Sean Elsie. 1985-2005 and 1983-2007. Young in body and at heart. Lived, loved, and laughed. Had the souls of an angel.”</span><br/><br/>Carly’s hair blew about in the wind as she studied the writings. Her heart sank. A blanket of depression weighing her to the ground as she fell to her knees. Digging her nails into the palms of her hands as she trembled with sorrow.<br/><br/>Her dreams and nightmares kept taking her back here. A place that practically hollowed her out and always left her with a ruined mind afterwards.<br/><br/>“…ly… arly… Carly…” a soft echoing voice could be heard. That that rang like wind chimes and tranquillity.<br/>Carly gasped. Her throat tight from trying to resist crying even more than what tears had spilled. She turned to look, peering over each shoulder. But saw nothing. Just the dark horizons and encompassed her current location.<br/><br/>Flashes from a brooding storm were lighting up the tombstones. The winds picking up force ever so slightly.<br/><br/>“Wh-who’s there?” she asked. Voice straining under the pressure as she tried to put on a brave and composed front.<br/><br/>“Carly… please… you have to wake up…” the voice pleaded. Carly got up and looked around again. But there was nothing to be seen.<br/>Apart from dead leaves cascading past the tombstones, trees and church.<br/><br/>“…mum…?” Carly’s eyes widened, looking around frantically. Swivelling her head all around before looking to the skies.<br/><br/>“Carly… there’s a really dark presence around you… you have to escape honey… you’re in a lot of danger… Carly please… don’t let him find out!” the echoes were becoming frantic, howling, emotional and overwhelming “he’s a…”<br/><br/>“…<span style="font-style: italic">lurker</span>…”<br/>The word ‘Carly’ repeating and giving off feedback, louder and louder… causing the cat girl to fall to her knees again and clutch her head.