The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench & Red Dawn)
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				Title: <strong>The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Dawn</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 10:35:31</strong>
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				It was a cold winter night. During these times, people usually huddle in blankets from within their home, usually next to a fireplace or with some hot beverage. Those people would be sighing at the warmth that their home can provide, feeling assured that their comfort can last the night. If anything, their only concern would most likely be if the heater becomes broken or if they run out of hot chocolate.<br><br>Darren Cardemonde was not one of those people.<br><br>The young detective could not help but release a small curse as he drove through the ice cold... <em>empty</em> road. Now any normal person would definitely be grouchy, especially after having to leave their home at... he checked his watch, Two a.m in the morning! <br><br>Now he was definitely excited about getting a big case all by himself for once but... why in the world did they have to make him go when the wind was cold enough to freeze one's sweat? Honestly, whoever was in charge of the higher ups, they had a terrible sense of humor.<br><br>The young detective glanced over at the blinking red light that was getting closer and closer. His irritation was already at its peak. He honestly did not feel like stopping. So, he floored it instead. His car gave an immediate lurch and within a second, he was far away from the broken lights.<br><br>Apparently, not fast enough for sirens sounded behind him immediately.<br><br>Darren held back a groan. He did not want to explain himself to cops already, especially when he has a urgent case in his hands. So, he reached over for that annoying police light and after braving the icy cold wind, managed to place it on the roof of the car. The light's immediate flashing halted the bigot's advance and the stupid man in uniform eventually drove away.<br><br><em>That's right you damn idiot, you better run back.</em><br><br>Upon seeing the approaching blockade, Darren slowed his car and when stopped, he got off. He showed his identification to the guarding patrolman and stepped through, only to be blindsided by the short police on duty.<br><br>"...Hey Jerry, what's the case?" Jerry, the short policeman, handed a clipboard over to him, briefing him as he read it. <br><br>"Real sick case this time kid. Victim was raped for an unknown amount of times and then killed. Her corpse was apparently mutilated and warped to some weird image. God knows what that maniac was thinking but I didn't even want to see it. Go on and do your stupid detective stuff but make sure to close that damn door. The smell's terrible."<br><br>Darren nodded absently, looking through the information provided as he was making his way over towards the scene of the crime. This was his first big case and already, it looked strange... almost too strange. Whoever this person was, he definitely knew how to turn bodies into a work of 'art' but why would he leave something like semen behind where a simple DNA scan can identify him?<br><br>Maybe this case wasn't as big as he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 23:20:52</strong>
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				Patrolwoman Rachael Winterton tried not to curse as she rubbed her thickly gloved hands together in front of her before cupping them and blowing softly, trying to warm her face with the residual heat.&nbsp; She'd stood guard over the tape of crime scenes often enough, keeping both curious onlookers and nosy media hounds away while the big boys did their work, but this was insane.<br><br><em>- Who the hell is going to be out on a night like this? -</em> she muttered mentally as she tried to wrap her heavy coat tighter and duck further into it's high collar against that incessant wind.<br><br>She watched with vague interest as Jerry walked a young looking man in a heavy coat himself up the steps of the apartment building before peeling off at the door.&nbsp; She didn't blame him.&nbsp; She'd gotten a whiff of the corpse when she'd first arrived, it's pungent stench <em>almost</em> making her glad to be out here.&nbsp; As she vaguely wondered if she should be able to feel her toes in the ankle deep drift she'd positioned herself on she watched Jerry saunter over.<br><br>She didn't like him all that much, his nasally voice just a bit on the aggravating side, but he treated her decent and so she managed a weak smile from beneath her collar as he approached.<br><br>"Evening Jerry, who's the stiff?" her soft contralto muffled by the heavy coat as she nodded at the other man's back as he entered the building.<br><br>"Hey Winterton." he smiled as he came up beside her, shivering himself in the brisk bone chilling wind "That cheery fellow is none other than Detective Cardemonde.&nbsp; Ready for your five minutes inside?" he almost had to shout over the suddenly howling wind.<br><br>She made a face, but the smell was still preferable to hypothermia and so with a slap on Jerry's much lower shoulders she made her way up to the door and stepped inside.&nbsp; The stench assaulted her again but she managed to keep her gorge down as her hands and toes began to tingle again with the warmth of sensation.&nbsp; That forgotten feeling <em> almost</em> made the scene before her bearable, though not by much as her gut twisted as she saw the body clearly for the first time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Dawn</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 00:37:58</strong>
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				The moment he walked in, Darren was immediately assaulted with the strong stench. His eyes widened and his hand immediately went up to his mouth to cover the smell<br><br>Ugh... it was terrible!<br><br>Now, he had been around dead bodies before, even next to some that were already beginning to decay. Yet the smell that was reaching his smell senses was on a whole different level. It was practically a step away from bile, nearly triggering his gag reflexes. <br><br>What was that stuff?<br><br>The young detective kept himself from throwing up as he made his way over towards the dead body. Almost immediately, he stopped. <br><br>He could immediately tell that whoever this young lady was, she was very beautiful. Elongate cheek bones along with pale smooth skin, all framed with sleek raven hair. A nice slim figure with long smooth legs and and some amazing looking breasts.<br><br>That didn't really help him make the image look any better.<br><br>The woman's face was almost completely covered, with a muffler stuffed over her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. As he watched it a little more closely, he noticed the red lines that trailed down either sides of her cheek, indicating that her eyes were most likely pierced and dripping blood.<br><br>Her body had been warped by the killer. Though much of it was the same, the skin on her back had been meticulously peeled back, revealing her muscles underneath. The skin was then attached to some strange bone-like bat wings, making her look like some sick impersonation of a fallen angel.<br><br>Her body, kept upright by the ropes that bind her wrists, were covered with strange bloody runes. They were all small and covered her body like tattoos yet the one that stood out the most, the one just below her chest, was the strangest of them all.<br><br>It was shaped like an I, yet at the very center, a triangle like shape was etched as if to portray its significance. Though he didn't know why, Darren had an inkling that that symbol was possibly the most important one out of all the others.<br><br>"..." He quickly jotted down the symbol, taking note of its strangeness, before turning his head back. There was someone else in the room, someone he didn't know.<br><br>He saw a woman, a pretty young woman in her police uniform, staring at the body before him. Darren arched an eyebrow, finding himself already used to what he was seeing and smelling. The woman on the other hand, looked like she was about to lose her lunch.<br><br>"...Um... are you alright?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 08:57:47</strong>
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				Rachael didn't <em>quite</em> glare at the kneeling detective, but her eyes met his in the closest thing a mere Patrolwoman could give one of her betters.<br><br>"I'm fine." she managed, her hands pushing off her knees as she rose from her slight crouch next to the door.&nbsp; She'd been afraid she <em>would</em> lose it and had kept herself near the door, able to rush out in a moment to avoid contaminating the crime scene with her dinner.<br><br>"What kind of sick little f . . . lowlife ." she managed with a faint blush " . .would do something like this?"<br><br>The worst thing for her was the almost ethereal beauty of the woman.&nbsp; She had been tortured, horribly, but still retained at least a measure of her previous grace.&nbsp; The psycho, whoever he was; had tried to expand on it with the wings, to reshape her beauty in his own sick and twisted image.&nbsp; Despite herself, Rachael almost felt drawn to it, as if the formerly living sculpture held dark secrets in her recesses that only the killer could see.&nbsp; Knowledge so foul it could only be inscribed on a murdered corpse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Dawn</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 09:05:21</strong>
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				Darren felt like snorting at her slip. She must have a loose mouth to have to catch herself from spewing profanities. Not like he's one to talk but a person always likes to judge.<br><br>The young detective slowly stood up, glancing down at his clipboard of notes, and then back to the corpse. He examined her naked body closely, looking for any other type of evidence that may have been left behind. <br><br>From first glance, even with all the blood, he could tell that she had been a virgin, and a young one at that. The woman was most likely still in her late teens, perhaps close to twenty if the youth on her still covered face said anything. Her womanhood was swollen and trails of blood, similar to those of a virgin's pierced hymen, was seen contrasting with her pale skin.<br><br>He glanced down and jotted some notes down again, before reaching into his pocket, and producing a small beaker. With a grunt, he bent down and held out his beaker to her womanhood, scooping up some of the milky looking liquid. It didn't take a DNA analyst to know that it was sperm but it certainly took one to find out <em>who</em> it belonged to.<br><br>Once he had his sample, Darren pulled back and straightened up. He glanced over and noticed that the woman was still there. He arched his eyebrow again.<br><br>"Um... is there something I can help you with... Miss...?"
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				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 09:21:43</strong>
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				Rachael was startled out of her reverie by his question, shaking herself for a moment before her cheeks blushed crimson once again "Winterton." she murmured "Patrolwoman Winterton, Detective."<br><br>She turned back to the body, her head cocking slightly to the side as a pained expression crossed her face "Do . . do you think he had her awake when he did this to her?&nbsp; That she felt it?"<br><br>She felt her gorge rise again at the thought, but steeled both her expression and her stomach as the wave of nausea threatened to overcome her.&nbsp; She'd seen the results of a lot of violence in her short career but the tortured angel before her was the first corpse she'd seen up close, and there was something about it's eerie beauty that chilled her to the core.<br><br>"Think he's religious?" she asked aside to the detective as she continued to stare at the woman's transfixed face "I met a guy, former preacher, while I was in Vice.&nbsp; Was convinced that the only way to 'expunge' the sins of immoral women was with the lash." a sardonic smirk "Me?&nbsp; I think the bastard got off on that kind of stuff, but maybe this is more of the same.&nbsp; Seeking to 'purify' her by turning her into an angel?&nbsp; Or maybe just show the rest of the world what he saw in her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Dawn</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 09:42:09</strong>
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				"If this was 'religious' as you say, then the killer was not someone who was in any known religion in the world." Darren replied flatly. He was beginning to have an inkling on just who this woman really was and it only served to irritate him further. Trust the higher ups to stay distrustful to the end.<br><br>He pointed over at the runes all over the victim's pale, smooth skin. "None of these marks are like any in the world. In other words, they are most likely a mark of a cult. So yes, you can say this person is a 'religious' man but I can say that he's more of a fanatic."<br><br>"And as for her..." He nodded his head over towards the victim's face, noting the lines on her face and the scrunched up mouth still muffled up. "Yeah... I think she was awake, if her face is any indication. He probably raped her repeatedly and then tortured her like this before killing her. Fanatics are usually like this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 19:37:10</strong>
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				"Just because he doesn't belong to it <em>now</em> doesn't mean he didn't start <em>somewhere</em>.&nbsp; Maybe the creep bounced between a few local churches before he found his niche."&nbsp; Rachael said with a bit more testiness than one should show a detective.<br><br>She wasn't comfortable at <em>all</em> with the walking orders she had received from the Captain earlier in the day, a hawk faced man dressed in a modest pinstripe suit sitting in the corner as he grumbled to her.<br><br><em>I'm pulling you off the street.-</em> he'd said in his gravely voice, eyes continually darting to the perched hawk man <em>- Effective as soon as we get the paperwork processed you're going to be attached to Detective Darren Cardemonde.&nbsp; Finish out your regular shift tonight then report in tomorrow for your reassignment.</em><br><br>She'd been overjoyed.&nbsp; Despite any lingering suspicions she might have had about the hawk man, it couldn't match her exultation at finally being offered her shot of getting away from being a beat cop.&nbsp; She'd passed much of her shift in a pleasant haze, almost oblivious to the biting cold.&nbsp; And now this.&nbsp; Bad sheer dumb stinking luck that a murder would happen just outside of her own beat, that she'd get called in, and that no one other than bloody <em>Cardemonde</em> would get called in for it.<br><br>But as much as she wanted to present a demure and obedient front on her last night on the beat, and wanted to leave a good impression on the man she was apparently going to be partners with come the morning, fire flashed in her eyes as she looked at the corpse.<br><br>"Sick son of a bitches like this need to be put down, preferably with crap like this happening to them first." she almost hissed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Dawn</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 04:41:00</strong>
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				"..." Darren's eyes narrowed angrily as he strode over towards her, feeling a sudden itch to punch that pretty little face. "And who are you to decide on that? So now you're saying you want to hang the killer up, torture him until he's begging for you to stop, then kill him as slowly as possible? Are you saying that you want to be just like that person?"<br><br>The detective bit out those words to her angrily, heatedly as he remembered his own childhood, where your closest friend or relative could be dead the next day and a random classmate can suddenly show up in front of you with a gun. <br><br>He quickly brushed those thoughts aside as he walked away from the woman, out of the room altogether. He stopped at the entrance, turned his head towards her, and looked away.<br><br>"People like you make me sick. Learn of the consequences on such thoughts before you go ahead and pronounce like some vigilante <em>superhero</em>. If there isn't anything else Ma'am, then you might as well get out. There's nothing here for some random cop to be spewing bullshit about."<br><br>He left after that, leaving her to her thoughts. He could care less what she would be thinking. Right now, that room was too heated for him. He needed some cold air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Mind's Eye (Mdazfrench &amp; Red Dawn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 04:21:37</strong>
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				She met his eyes with a cold glare of her own as his angry words washed over her, her fists balling at her sides.<br><br><em>- Bastard. - </em>she thought as he walked away.&nbsp; Maybe a bastard with a point, but a bastard nonetheless.&nbsp; He didn't know, couldn't know about the things she'd seen while working Vice.&nbsp; You didn't work amongst the lowest level of society without seeing some bad things, things no person should do to another.&nbsp; She remembered craddling one of her 'fellow' whores in her arms as the EMTs arrived; her jaw and ribs broken after her pimp husband had beaten her for only bringing home a measly four hundred from the night's work.&nbsp; Had watched him skate on a technicality, only to shoot his 'wife' six times before leaving her to die in an alley.<br><br>You didn't see crap like that without it changing you.&nbsp; Rachael knew she <em>had </em>changed, that she was harder, more merciless than she'd been before joining the Force.&nbsp; Part of her mourned that loss, the slow death of her innocence.&nbsp; But as she continued to look at the mutilated corpse before her a hard light glinted in her eyes.&nbsp; Cardemonde also couldn't understand, because he wasn't a woman.&nbsp; The almost casual brutality of the scene before her sent a shiver of fear up and down her spine, both for herself and for any other girl caught by this psycho.<br><br><em>- Bastards like this</em> are <em>mad dogs.&nbsp; You don't confine one, you don't try and talk it down.&nbsp; You shoot it before it can kill anyone else-</em> she thought as her eyes slid over the morbid wings of the 'angel'.<br><br>Pulling her jacket collar back up she followed the detective back out into the snow.
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