AllThatYouDreamed
November 24th, 2011, 11:24 AM
Note: Two murders, described. I got a mod to say I could post this. If it's too graphic (which I doubt, this is toned down compared to some of the shit I write) be moddie and remove it just tell meh.
If VT had spoiler tags I'd put this behind that, it's 9pg double spaced on word so yeah sorry for length.
10th person missing or killed in the past 4 months
Newest death, 7 April, young Elizabeth's body found in a ditch late last night. She was stabbed several times with her right hand completely severed from her body. No one has yet to come up with any theories as to why someone, or someone’s, could possibly be behind these murders and disappearances.
Charlotte Rose was last known to see Elizabeth. This is the 5th investigation this girl has been a part of, after the death of a family friend and several ladies she socializes with. In discussions, she said this:
"I was simply walking home with Lizzy when a figure came from the thickets by the road. It was dark, around midnight, and I couldn't make out the person with just moonlight. So many are gone, let's all pray no more die."
Mary, Alice, John, Anna, and Ruth still remain missing with no hints to their whereabouts. Edward, Esther, Herbert, Reverend Smith and now Elizabeth have all been found dead in most violent manners. Many fear the missing to be dead in similar gruesome states. Should anyone know or hear anything, do not hesitate to speak or write to the proper authorities.
~*~
William starts printing the day's article, sadden and distressed by the animalistic violence. He silently ponders to himself these losses to the community. Most of the deaths have no apparent motivation, and several seemed to be done by something other than human. Reverend Samuel Smith is dead; Elizabeth, one of the most pious girls found mutilated.
John and Anna may have simply picked up and left town, but what of his wife, and why did they take nothing and tell no one? Ruth may have as well, but she had no reason, nor did she take anything with her disappearance. People never run away with nothing like they have.
He sighs. None of this makes sense. Rumors of finding a scapegoat are spreading rapidly. They hope the killings will stop if just someone sees “justice”. This small town has seen it's darkest days, and William now fears a witch-hunt.
After finishing the printing and leaving the finished papers to be delivered, William leaves to take a walk through the town, meet with Charlotte and her father, as their family has been hit hardest by these losses.
~*~
Shortly after being invited into the home, Charlotte comes over to greet William. She looks a bit tired, but he secretly wonders how she manages to stay so cheerful and beautiful despite everything. Most women twice her age would be in a worse off state.
She's amazingly resilient.
Regardless, he begins questioning her. What she and Elizabeth were doing, how they knew each other, why they were out so late. She replied with a demeanor fit for royalty. Calm, collected and rational. Yet she's clearly scared. The child's only 15, Elizabeth was 14. One of the missing, Anna, 17. Whoever the person or persons are, he seems to be looking for liked young women, and respected older men. Charlotte Rose most certainly fits into the former category. At her age already, many already feel she's the most beautiful person they've ever met. William agrees wholeheartedly with this judgment, and likely lets it affect his judgment towards her and her family. After all, Edward was the first found dead, and she found the body.
When he leaves, he really has no more information than he already had. There was an obscure string of disappearances and murders, none with a clear-cut reason or even a slightest possibility. The two very different types of people taken may imply two or more perpetrators, but that still doesn't explain why they acted at the same time, or some of their obscure methods.
He starts by listing the people involved in order by date missing or dead.
~*~
The missing and the Dead.
Known information.
Alice Gold - Missing
21. Gives most of her time to charity. No one would have cause to want her gone; though possible she left because she wanted to marry.
John and Anna Goldberg - Missing
Father (36) and daughter (17) disappeared together one night. John left his wife, as well as his successful business.
Edward Greenwood - Dead
30. First victim C.R. had the displeasure of finding dead. He appeared to have had a fit of sorts, but was found near his home with a knife wound to his chest. The wound should have been nonfatal, unless another cause such as poison was involved (possibly causing the fit?)
Mary Jefferes - Missing
24. Unlike her younger sister, Alice Gold, she's married to a gentleman in town with a respected reputation and was well-liked by everyone. No causes to suspect her husband killed her. C.R. was last person known to see her, said it was a lesson and that nothing seemed amiss.
Esther Star - Dead
26. Possibly a kidnapping gone too far. She could be forgotten about if she just left. Found with a knife wound in her throat. C.R. and E.S. had gone for walk through town, separated ways to head home and Miss Star was found several hours later.
Ruth Lay - Missing
19. As with Alice, no reason to disappear. Possibly eloping with an unknown boyfriend, but unlikely as she's not a person to engage in scandalous behavior.
Herbert Miller - Dead
52. Spanish-American war veteran. C.R. found decapitated in home when running errand for her father.
Samuel Smith (Reverend Smith) - Dead
41. Head of the local church. No one has reason to wish ill will, yet was found mutilated in a manner that could not be published for fear of reader retaliation towards the paper.
Elizabeth Lewis
14. Latest victim. Found with severed hand and several stab wounds to the chest in a ditch. Reported was walking home with C.R. in hopes of avoiding bad situations but was pulled from side of road, to be found only a few hours later.
No connections in families.
Those missing had no reason to leave.
Those dead had no enemies who would want them dead.
Only connection is a potential future victim who's had very poor luck.
William
With no new information, and nothing new pulled from the known information, he dejectedly goes to bed for the night.
~*~
"Edna, would you rather I walk with you home?" I ask sweetly. "It's late, dark and chilly."
"Sure, but will you be alright walking home alone with that killer still out? You may be next. He seems to like beautiful women like yourself."
"Relax, I've more fear for your own well being tonight" I laugh softly.
She laughs as well. Everyone is so overly concerned for my well-being. It's simply hysterical! I'll never die
I cannot die, save an act of God.
We walk home in the dusk, taking a less traveled route in hopes to "avoid the killer". She's blissfully unaware of the risk she's truly taken. Or what I know. Our late "priest" and held a long and extremely well-hidden affair, only cut off by his violent and "tragic" death by mutilation. Going through the forest, I make small talk with her, distracting her from any perception she may be in any sort of danger. Then, she learns the truth.
Red and black roan wings spread from my back, my long raven hair glows blood red, a small steel dagger with rubies in the handle forms in my hand, reflecting off what little light is left in the sky. She sees my true form. While she remains in a state of manipulable shock, I call her out on what she's done and why I bother with her.
"You are a whore" I tell her "destroying the town's morality. Your type also squeals the most. I love it."
Waving the blade in front of her face, I murmur something barely audible in her ear.
"He gave me help. Food, chores, money. We would've wed had he been anyone else. A farmer, a businessman, anything else." She babbles, and continues for several minutes. God, can she not shut up?
My dagger morphs into a sword of the same style, nearly illuminated from within. All she can do now is watch in a combination of terror and awe as I lecture.
"Your 'friend' did me one better, Edna. He knew what I was. He bowed." Not that it changed his fate, of course. But she deserved to know, in a twisted way. "He begged me, pleaded with me, to save his life."
With that, I dropped the sword into her foot, immobilizing her and giving her a first taste of pain. She screams. Wonderfully, she screams.
Pulling a new blade - the same dagger from before - I repeatedly stab her arm, piercing through skin, tendons, fat, and muscle. She squeals in a manner I cannot help but giggle in delight. Again, and again she's stabbed.
"WHY?!" she shrikes after several minutes of this.
"Its fun. And I like having fun."
Letting the now bloodied dagger disappear into thin air, I sharply jerk the sword out of her foot, sending her stumbling backwards. Floating in the air, I first show her the blade, then point it at her throat.
"Do you want this to be over?" I ask, with the same sweet demeanor as earlier when asking if she wanted to be walked home.
She nods
In a single move, I run her through her gut, like a pig to be roasted. She screams louder than ever. But no one will ever hear. Pulling it out and letting the sword vanish, I fly home leaving her to die in agony.
The night air is simply wonderful when flying. So peaceful, so calm, so beautiful. Its home. When father asks - of obligation rather than necessity of course - where I've been, what I've done "this time", and what took so long, I simply tell him I've fulfilled a calling.
He'll know.
He'll understand.
~*~
Several days later, an anonymous letter shows up at William's door.
"We have a person. He will be tried for 5 deaths."
After going into town, he eventually learned the "person" was Raymond Jefferes, husband to one of the missing. An extremely unlikely suspect, as he was in fact one of the police officers involved in investigating the cases. William, more than shocked at the choice, heads through the town, asking people if they know any more about the situation.
"He found several bodies, his wife is missing. It must be his fault"
"He has a sword in his home; he's the only one who could have"
"You'd least suspect him, it's the perfect cover-up"
The trial is set to start tomorrow at noon. If he's found guilty, he will hang. If he's innocent, he still may be run out of town for the perceived crime. For now,
William finds the whole situation wrong. Not only is the conclusion illogical, but people are blindly accepting it in hopes to end the deaths in town.
~*~
The next morning, William starts writing yet again on a local woman murdered, more gruesome than the last. While the story has not been published, many have heard of this next death, and seem grateful Jefferes is confined until the end of the trials.
Still, none of this adds up, he thinks to himself while reorganizing his notes for the 4th time in the past couple of days, now adding in Edna Clark to the list of the dead. To think more, he wanders out into the same woods her body was found, and tries to envision what might have happened that night. Hours pass as he writes out notes, theories, connections, anything to aid in evidence.
Then he hears a familiar charming voice.
"William, what are you doing?" she asks. It's Charlotte Rose.
"I'm trying to figure out who did this" he replies without turning around, unsuspecting of anything.
"Turn around, William. I have something you might like to know"
He does, and when he sees her, he sees an angel. Red and black wings, hair glowing blood red, the sword. She has a look in her eye, and it can only mean something terrible.
"Well what do you think has happened here? Just your every day murder. Oh, but you'll figure it out, won't you Willy?" she taunts, yet her tone is still kind and sweet. "I see what you're doing, and it'll never work. Your information clearing names, it's all wrong. All of it. Let me fix that for you"
Before he has time to think, his notebook combusts in his hands. In less than a minute, all that remains is ash. His hands, untouched by the sudden flames. She laughs, then sets the blade of her sword to his neck.
"This will be our little secret. Forever." With that she beheads him in a single, smooth, swift motion.
After killing him, she burns the evidence to near nothingness, disappears into nothingness to fly away satisfied with her job well done.
If VT had spoiler tags I'd put this behind that, it's 9pg double spaced on word so yeah sorry for length.
10th person missing or killed in the past 4 months
Newest death, 7 April, young Elizabeth's body found in a ditch late last night. She was stabbed several times with her right hand completely severed from her body. No one has yet to come up with any theories as to why someone, or someone’s, could possibly be behind these murders and disappearances.
Charlotte Rose was last known to see Elizabeth. This is the 5th investigation this girl has been a part of, after the death of a family friend and several ladies she socializes with. In discussions, she said this:
"I was simply walking home with Lizzy when a figure came from the thickets by the road. It was dark, around midnight, and I couldn't make out the person with just moonlight. So many are gone, let's all pray no more die."
Mary, Alice, John, Anna, and Ruth still remain missing with no hints to their whereabouts. Edward, Esther, Herbert, Reverend Smith and now Elizabeth have all been found dead in most violent manners. Many fear the missing to be dead in similar gruesome states. Should anyone know or hear anything, do not hesitate to speak or write to the proper authorities.
~*~
William starts printing the day's article, sadden and distressed by the animalistic violence. He silently ponders to himself these losses to the community. Most of the deaths have no apparent motivation, and several seemed to be done by something other than human. Reverend Samuel Smith is dead; Elizabeth, one of the most pious girls found mutilated.
John and Anna may have simply picked up and left town, but what of his wife, and why did they take nothing and tell no one? Ruth may have as well, but she had no reason, nor did she take anything with her disappearance. People never run away with nothing like they have.
He sighs. None of this makes sense. Rumors of finding a scapegoat are spreading rapidly. They hope the killings will stop if just someone sees “justice”. This small town has seen it's darkest days, and William now fears a witch-hunt.
After finishing the printing and leaving the finished papers to be delivered, William leaves to take a walk through the town, meet with Charlotte and her father, as their family has been hit hardest by these losses.
~*~
Shortly after being invited into the home, Charlotte comes over to greet William. She looks a bit tired, but he secretly wonders how she manages to stay so cheerful and beautiful despite everything. Most women twice her age would be in a worse off state.
She's amazingly resilient.
Regardless, he begins questioning her. What she and Elizabeth were doing, how they knew each other, why they were out so late. She replied with a demeanor fit for royalty. Calm, collected and rational. Yet she's clearly scared. The child's only 15, Elizabeth was 14. One of the missing, Anna, 17. Whoever the person or persons are, he seems to be looking for liked young women, and respected older men. Charlotte Rose most certainly fits into the former category. At her age already, many already feel she's the most beautiful person they've ever met. William agrees wholeheartedly with this judgment, and likely lets it affect his judgment towards her and her family. After all, Edward was the first found dead, and she found the body.
When he leaves, he really has no more information than he already had. There was an obscure string of disappearances and murders, none with a clear-cut reason or even a slightest possibility. The two very different types of people taken may imply two or more perpetrators, but that still doesn't explain why they acted at the same time, or some of their obscure methods.
He starts by listing the people involved in order by date missing or dead.
~*~
The missing and the Dead.
Known information.
Alice Gold - Missing
21. Gives most of her time to charity. No one would have cause to want her gone; though possible she left because she wanted to marry.
John and Anna Goldberg - Missing
Father (36) and daughter (17) disappeared together one night. John left his wife, as well as his successful business.
Edward Greenwood - Dead
30. First victim C.R. had the displeasure of finding dead. He appeared to have had a fit of sorts, but was found near his home with a knife wound to his chest. The wound should have been nonfatal, unless another cause such as poison was involved (possibly causing the fit?)
Mary Jefferes - Missing
24. Unlike her younger sister, Alice Gold, she's married to a gentleman in town with a respected reputation and was well-liked by everyone. No causes to suspect her husband killed her. C.R. was last person known to see her, said it was a lesson and that nothing seemed amiss.
Esther Star - Dead
26. Possibly a kidnapping gone too far. She could be forgotten about if she just left. Found with a knife wound in her throat. C.R. and E.S. had gone for walk through town, separated ways to head home and Miss Star was found several hours later.
Ruth Lay - Missing
19. As with Alice, no reason to disappear. Possibly eloping with an unknown boyfriend, but unlikely as she's not a person to engage in scandalous behavior.
Herbert Miller - Dead
52. Spanish-American war veteran. C.R. found decapitated in home when running errand for her father.
Samuel Smith (Reverend Smith) - Dead
41. Head of the local church. No one has reason to wish ill will, yet was found mutilated in a manner that could not be published for fear of reader retaliation towards the paper.
Elizabeth Lewis
14. Latest victim. Found with severed hand and several stab wounds to the chest in a ditch. Reported was walking home with C.R. in hopes of avoiding bad situations but was pulled from side of road, to be found only a few hours later.
No connections in families.
Those missing had no reason to leave.
Those dead had no enemies who would want them dead.
Only connection is a potential future victim who's had very poor luck.
William
With no new information, and nothing new pulled from the known information, he dejectedly goes to bed for the night.
~*~
"Edna, would you rather I walk with you home?" I ask sweetly. "It's late, dark and chilly."
"Sure, but will you be alright walking home alone with that killer still out? You may be next. He seems to like beautiful women like yourself."
"Relax, I've more fear for your own well being tonight" I laugh softly.
She laughs as well. Everyone is so overly concerned for my well-being. It's simply hysterical! I'll never die
I cannot die, save an act of God.
We walk home in the dusk, taking a less traveled route in hopes to "avoid the killer". She's blissfully unaware of the risk she's truly taken. Or what I know. Our late "priest" and held a long and extremely well-hidden affair, only cut off by his violent and "tragic" death by mutilation. Going through the forest, I make small talk with her, distracting her from any perception she may be in any sort of danger. Then, she learns the truth.
Red and black roan wings spread from my back, my long raven hair glows blood red, a small steel dagger with rubies in the handle forms in my hand, reflecting off what little light is left in the sky. She sees my true form. While she remains in a state of manipulable shock, I call her out on what she's done and why I bother with her.
"You are a whore" I tell her "destroying the town's morality. Your type also squeals the most. I love it."
Waving the blade in front of her face, I murmur something barely audible in her ear.
"He gave me help. Food, chores, money. We would've wed had he been anyone else. A farmer, a businessman, anything else." She babbles, and continues for several minutes. God, can she not shut up?
My dagger morphs into a sword of the same style, nearly illuminated from within. All she can do now is watch in a combination of terror and awe as I lecture.
"Your 'friend' did me one better, Edna. He knew what I was. He bowed." Not that it changed his fate, of course. But she deserved to know, in a twisted way. "He begged me, pleaded with me, to save his life."
With that, I dropped the sword into her foot, immobilizing her and giving her a first taste of pain. She screams. Wonderfully, she screams.
Pulling a new blade - the same dagger from before - I repeatedly stab her arm, piercing through skin, tendons, fat, and muscle. She squeals in a manner I cannot help but giggle in delight. Again, and again she's stabbed.
"WHY?!" she shrikes after several minutes of this.
"Its fun. And I like having fun."
Letting the now bloodied dagger disappear into thin air, I sharply jerk the sword out of her foot, sending her stumbling backwards. Floating in the air, I first show her the blade, then point it at her throat.
"Do you want this to be over?" I ask, with the same sweet demeanor as earlier when asking if she wanted to be walked home.
She nods
In a single move, I run her through her gut, like a pig to be roasted. She screams louder than ever. But no one will ever hear. Pulling it out and letting the sword vanish, I fly home leaving her to die in agony.
The night air is simply wonderful when flying. So peaceful, so calm, so beautiful. Its home. When father asks - of obligation rather than necessity of course - where I've been, what I've done "this time", and what took so long, I simply tell him I've fulfilled a calling.
He'll know.
He'll understand.
~*~
Several days later, an anonymous letter shows up at William's door.
"We have a person. He will be tried for 5 deaths."
After going into town, he eventually learned the "person" was Raymond Jefferes, husband to one of the missing. An extremely unlikely suspect, as he was in fact one of the police officers involved in investigating the cases. William, more than shocked at the choice, heads through the town, asking people if they know any more about the situation.
"He found several bodies, his wife is missing. It must be his fault"
"He has a sword in his home; he's the only one who could have"
"You'd least suspect him, it's the perfect cover-up"
The trial is set to start tomorrow at noon. If he's found guilty, he will hang. If he's innocent, he still may be run out of town for the perceived crime. For now,
William finds the whole situation wrong. Not only is the conclusion illogical, but people are blindly accepting it in hopes to end the deaths in town.
~*~
The next morning, William starts writing yet again on a local woman murdered, more gruesome than the last. While the story has not been published, many have heard of this next death, and seem grateful Jefferes is confined until the end of the trials.
Still, none of this adds up, he thinks to himself while reorganizing his notes for the 4th time in the past couple of days, now adding in Edna Clark to the list of the dead. To think more, he wanders out into the same woods her body was found, and tries to envision what might have happened that night. Hours pass as he writes out notes, theories, connections, anything to aid in evidence.
Then he hears a familiar charming voice.
"William, what are you doing?" she asks. It's Charlotte Rose.
"I'm trying to figure out who did this" he replies without turning around, unsuspecting of anything.
"Turn around, William. I have something you might like to know"
He does, and when he sees her, he sees an angel. Red and black wings, hair glowing blood red, the sword. She has a look in her eye, and it can only mean something terrible.
"Well what do you think has happened here? Just your every day murder. Oh, but you'll figure it out, won't you Willy?" she taunts, yet her tone is still kind and sweet. "I see what you're doing, and it'll never work. Your information clearing names, it's all wrong. All of it. Let me fix that for you"
Before he has time to think, his notebook combusts in his hands. In less than a minute, all that remains is ash. His hands, untouched by the sudden flames. She laughs, then sets the blade of her sword to his neck.
"This will be our little secret. Forever." With that she beheads him in a single, smooth, swift motion.
After killing him, she burns the evidence to near nothingness, disappears into nothingness to fly away satisfied with her job well done.