#Your dead body at the morgue while they take photos of joy

[thoughtsbeewild]

to the federal, state and local govt your just another body in the bag, just like a job , you ain’t nothing but a number..Ya don’t mean shit 67 bodies+ 6 bodies plus more. Maybe more, if the Govt leaders are smiling , yelling preaching winning. Is evil..trying think they will save you from death, nope.not even 30 days as president, you couldn’t even save lives. Let alone save our economy by bff Elon musk ughh..let the honeymoon be over..

Your human life means nothing to govt..random photos

Bad feeling about trump administration especially unelected Elon, which the left is right, the people did not elect him to a title, to a leadership role, or to govt.

trump the only reason I can think why you owe him gratitude and want to pay him back is because he contributed his whole money to the presidential campaign election, now it’s like obligation that you and your family rise him up. but truth will always be, the people did not vote for him at all. Period. Now you giving him slot power, control authority to it all. Everything has a consequence, I know this will blow up maybe bad, everything seems chaos from it, nothing positive I’m sure people can see it online, no matter what gaslighting messaging is…it doesn’t feel good or right , especially these deaths..

[juggydunes]

There’s evil in your heart (it wants out to play)

Summary:

“I look down at my hands, they’re coated in blood. I instantly know it’s not mine, it never is.”

When a new type of evil hits Riverdale, Betty finds herself right in the middle. With the help of two FBI agents, will they be able to solve it in time?

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

AO3

Oh, man, It’s happening. I can’t believe I’m posting this after SO SO SO LONG. I’ve been working on this for a while now. I hope you all enjoy!

PS: I’d like to thank @jandjsalmon for being an amazing friend, for guiding me and holding my hand through this crazy journey. You’re the best, J! (And the other J too lol)

Chapter 1

“Oh, dear… look at this one.” She says, looking down at the photo album I’m holding. I follow her sight on to the one she’s pointing.

A group of happy people, dressed in formal clothes and standing close to each other as they smile at the camera. I inspect it, silently wondering if I should take the picture after I’m done. For now, I only look at it, listening to her as she tells me little details and stories about that time.

“Such fun times. I often say it was the happiest years of my life, working there. I was never much a stay-in-home woman. I love my kids, they’re my life… but there’s something about that period of time in my life that fills my heart with joy.” She says, a small smile on her face. The woman scoffs, turning her amused eyes to me. “Oh, you’re much too young and nice, listening to me ramble about the old times. I’m sorry, honey.”

“No, please. Do go on, it’s very interesting.” I say, then pause. “First, would you mind if I used your restroom?”

“Oh, no. Please, down the hall, first door to the right.” She tells me.

I stand up, gently putting the photo album on the coffee table and smile at her before making my way to the bathroom. I stare at my reflection for a moment, close my eyes and pray.

I fill the syringe slowly, carefully putting the vial in my back pocket. Turning around, I flush the toilet before slowly making my way outside again. The woman is unaware, looking at the photo album with nostalgia in her posture. The little voice in my head presses me to move quickly… and I do.

“I was just about to show you-” She starts, cut short by my hand on her mouth. I can feel her tense below me, shock crashing down on her.

“Don’t worry…” I tell her, as the liquid from the syringe enters her body. “I will release you.”

“Cooper.”

Betty lifts her eyes from the paperwork in front of her and stares at her boss, Sheriff Keller, who’s leaning on the doorstep.

“Yes, Sir?” She asks politely, leaving the pen on the desk to flex her tired fingers.

“I need you to do a quick open and close case.” He replies, leaving a piece of paper with an address on her desk. “Joshua is held up doing other stuff, that’s why I’m sending you. We’re short of stuff today.”

“No problem, boss. I’ll head right over.” She smiles at him, immediately standing up and picking up her jacket from the back of her seat. “What’s this about?”

“Old lady wasn’t answering, she was found dead on her living room. It seems pretty standard but I still need you to go.” Sheriff Keller says before walking out.

Betty sighs a little, cracking her neck as she walks out of the building.

“Betty!” Veronica yells from behind her and she stops, waiting for her friend to catch up with her. “You’re going to the crime scene? The one with the old lady?”

“Yeah, want me to drive you?” Betty asks her, tightening her ponytail.

“Please! Lunch at Pop’s later?” Veronica asks. “We need to catch up, you still haven’t told me how your date went! That’s unacceptable.”

“My date with Jake… it was fine.” Betty tells her as they get into the car.

“Oh no. That doesn’t sound really good.” Veronica mutters, frowning.

“He kept asking me for gory details about work.” She rolls her eyes at the memory, she had faked an emergency at work to get out of that date.

“Really? Those are the worst. I hate the gleam they sometimes get in their eyes.” Veronica shudders. “I wish Riverdale had male residents that were not completely nuts.”

“Pops is not completely nuts…” Betty says, a small smile on her face, which makes her friend glare at her.

“I wish Riverdale had male residents our age that were not completely nuts.”

“Oh, okay now.”

They laugh, enjoying the warm sun coming through the window as Betty drives to the victim’s house. It’s a cold day outside, but significantly less cold than yesterday, which makes Betty very happy. She’s never been a friend of cold, her fingers always being frozen and making writing difficult. Making everything difficult. She longed for summer and the warmth of the sun.

Betty finally parks near the house and gets out of her car, closely followed by Veronica.

“Hi Matt, you the officer in charge?” She asks the officer outside the house, who smiles at her gently.

“Hello Betty. Yeah, I am. You came to take over?”

“Yeah, Boss sent me. Care to brief me oh the situation?” They start walking towards the house as they speak. Betty and Veronica putting gloves on their hands as they go.

“Sure. Neighbor called because she couldn’t get a hold of the victim, Susan Verichi. They called us, we rang the bell a few times, then opened the door and found her dead on the sofa.” Matt tells her. They step through the door and the faint odor of a decomposing body is noticeable.

“There’s not much smell yet.” Veronica says, moving to leave her briefcase on the side of the room. Betty has to agree, they’ve had worst cases.

The elderly woman is sitting with her eyes closed on the sofa. One would think she’s sleeping if it were not for the color of her skin or the fact that she was not breathing. Betty feels her walls come up as they do each time she sees this situations.

This came from rough nights and Betty needing a way to deal with what she saw daily. Part of her didn’t want to lose her humanity and no longer be affected from what she saw, but other times, when it became rough… she wished she didn’t feel anything at all.

“Rigor mortis is set in still, wearing off though. From the color of her skin and the stiffness I’d say it’s been roughly 30 hours since she died.” Veronica says, eyes scanning the body before getting her things from the briefcase.

“Does she have any family?” Betty asks, looking at Matt.

“Well, The neighbor said she was called by her daughter, they leave upstate, saying they couldn’t reach her and asking her to check.” Matt tells her, taking out his notebook. “I’ve got the phone right here.”

“Oh, great. Has anyone contacted her yet?” Betty asks even though she knows the answer. Matt shakes his head no and she sighs internally. Nobody liked calling families to tell them their loved ones were dead. “Okay, I’ll call her once we get back to the office. Let’s gather what we need.”

They set off to work quickly. Betty has to admit, her and Veronica make a great time at crime scenes. They’re totally in sync by now and know what to do and how to help the other.

Betty looks around and writes everything on her notebook. No signs of forced entry. One cup of tea in front of the person, indicating she was alone when it happened. Nothing looks out of the ordinary, nothing is missing that they can tell. All of it point that she simply died of a possible heart attack while she was drinking her tea.

Still, looking at it all… Betty feels like something is missing. She has this gut feeling that has her going over and over everything in the scene. There’s something in the way the woman is frowning that doesn’t quite seem natural to her, the posture of the body…

“There’s something wrong with her mouth.” Veronica says, making Betty look up.

“What do you mean?” She asks her, getting closer to the body and inspecting the woman’s mouth.

“Do you see the way her mouth is closed tightly? Most victims of her age, and if this was a heart attack, die with their mouth open.” Veronica explains, tilting her head to the side before writing something down. “It could be nothing, but I’ll check that when I do the autopsy.”

“Please do.” Betty asks her, frowning down at the room. “Something about this feels weird.”

“Your senses are tingling?” Veronica jokes, smiling at her friend. Betty is struck, once again, about the contrast of the situation.

“Yeah, like Spiderman. Okay, I have everything I need, I’ll head back to the office. Need to make the call.” Betty says, smiling softly at Veronica’s wince of sympathy. “I’ll ask Matt to give you a lift.”

Betty sits in her car for a moment, sighing and trying to shake the sensation of wrong off her chest. She has learned to follow her gut by now, but it irks her how everything seemed ordinary, almost too much. Betty makes a mental list of the things she needs to finish today before she heads home and feels an impending heachache forming in her temples.

Finally, with a another sigh, she starts the car and heads to the station… she had job to do.

Betty is taking off her jacket when Veronica storms into the room, looking the tiniest bit disheveled which on her always pristine exterior, it already sets off alarms for Betty.

“Hey, I was waiting for you. Could you come to the morgue with me?” Veronica asks her, taking a deep breath.

“Sure, everything okay?” She asks her friend before she follows her to the morgue.

“Yeah… I’m fine. Just need to show you something.” Veronica opens the doors and Betty instantly regrets leaving her jacket on the chair. “Yesterday while I softened the victim’s rigor mortis, I remembered her mouth… and when I tried to open it, I couldn’t. So I had to open it up with a scalpel and look what I found…”

Veronica moves to the left corner of the room where Susan Verichi’s body lays, mouth open and… maple syrup pouring from it. Ice spreads through her veins and her breath comes out shaky. A part of her is screaming I knew it I knew it I knew it,  the other wants to throw up at the view.

She’s seen some gross stuff but the sticky substance looks so out of place she has to fight the impulse of whipping it off. It makes her shudder, the tips of her fingers going numb for a moment as she tries to regain her focus.

“It was glued from the inside. Someone put like… super glue on the inside of her lips after filling her mouth and throat with maple syrup and glued it shut.” Veronica tells her, shaking her head.

“What’s the cause of death?” Betty hears herself talk, still shocked and manages to tear her eyes away from the woman’s mouth, hers suddenly dry.

“From what I can tell… heart attack.” Veronica’s frowns deepens. “This looks like normal causes, if it weren’t from… this insanity, I’d totally rule it out as a heart attack. I can’t find anything. No signs of struggle, no prints, nothing. Just that maple syrup… God, I’m not going to be able to eat pancakes for a while.”

“Yeah…” Betty mutters absently, looking back at the body. The whitened corneas seem eerier now.

In simple view, she can’t see anything either. The woman looks what constitutes as a normal death, possibly someone’s grandma whose heart just gave up one day as she was sipping her tea. Skin with patches of red as the livor mortis sets in, lifeless eyes and a sewn shut Y incision on her chest, it shouldn’t hit her as hard as it is. Betty purses her lips, half cursing her intuition.

Riverdale is a quiet town. Nothing big ever happens more than a few robberies and casual thefts, nothing mayor. She wanted to help people, after everything that happened to her family… she wanted to prevent anyone to go through what she went through. Betty had even wondered if she should move somewhere where she could do more. Help more people, sometimes Riverdale felt just too small for her. Looking back at the woman’s body Betty wonders if she’s really ready for it.

“Isn’t this the proof you were waiting for?” Veronica asks after a few moments of silence.

“I guess.” Betty says but it sounds like a hollow question in her ears. “This just feels… bigger. I don’t know.”

“I know what you mean.” Veronica agrees. “I already sent samples to the lab, we should get some more info in a couple days.”

“Yeah… I’m going to make this my top priority.” Betty tells her, her mind already running. “Anything else?”

“Not really. Like I said, it’s weird because the only thing that stands out is the syrup.”

“Shit…  Okay. I’ll go to my office and see what I can get from there.” She walks toward the door before turning back around. “Have you told the Sheriff?”

“No, you’re the first one I told.” Veronica replies moving around the table to get some tools.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him then now.” Betty says. “Thank you for your help, V.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

With that, Betty leaves the morgue and takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and also getting rid of the feeling that she’s way out of her depth. She makes the short way to the Sheriff’s office quickly, knocking gently.

“Come in.” Sheriff Keller says, voice muffled by the door.

Betty steps into the office, closing the door gently before facing her boss.

“Yes, Cooper?”

“Sir, I think we might have a strange case in our hands.” She starts, taking a seat. “The lady that died yesterday, Susan Verichi… I just came from the morgue, Veronica found her lips glued up, mouth and throat filled with maple syrup.”

“I’m sorry… did you just say maple syrup?” The sheriff asks her, baffled expression on his face and she can relate to the feeling.

“Yes, sir.” Betty replies. “Her mouth had been glued on the inside to, at least I assume, keep the syrup inside.”

“Fuck…” He leans back on his chair, rubbing his face with his hands. “What else have you got? I thought this was supposed to be a open and close case.”

“Me too… In fact, everything else looks normal.” Betty informs him, mentally gathering all the information she remembers about the case. “I called the family yesterday, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Veronica says the cause of death is most likely a heart attack, there were no prints or evidence left on the body.”

“So you’re saying we have nothing.” He mutters, sighing.

“Yet.” Betty agrees, down at her palms for a second. “I’m going to make this my top priority, just thought you should be in the loop.”

“Yes, absolutely.” Keller tells her, frowning at the papers on his desk before looking at her. “You keep me informed on this, Cooper. I don’t want a psycho roaming my streets.”

“Yes, sir.” Betty replies, nodding her head. “I’ll head to the office and gather all the information available, see what I can find.”

Sheriff Keller nods gravely at her and she leaves him staring at the desk, deep frown on his forehead.

She’s been staring at these papers for so long they have stopped making sense, the declarations of Susan’s daughter and the autopsy information she has matches. Susan had suffered from a heart attack years ago, it could be totally possible that she suffered another one and died… that doesn’t explain the syrup.

Sarah, Susan’s daughter, was supposed to come in tomorrow to finally identify the body and she was mentally preparing herself to break the news that this wasn’t a simple case. Taking off her glasses, Betty rubs at her temple, trying to rub the headache away when she hears voices coming from the hall.

A tall, dark-haired man with an intense scowl come into the room, quickly followed by a ginger man and Sheriff Keller.

“Cooper.” The Sheriff starts, a look of resignation on his face. “These are-”

“Special Agent Jones and Andrews. We’re here to take over the Verichi case.” The tall and broody one, Jones, interrupts.

“Excuse me?” Betty demands, getting up from her chair. “On what grounds? Who authorized this?”

“The FBI sent us here.” The other agent says and Betty’s mouth falls open. What could the FBI want with the case? Is this about the syrup?

“You can’t take away the case just like that!” Betty tells them then looks at the Sheriff for support, who only winces slightly and opens his mouth to answer.

“Look.” Agent Jones speaks before Keller can, taking a step forward, hand on his hip. “I don’t have time for you to play Nancy Drew, I’m going to need every file and evidence you have.”

“Nancy Drew? I’m a highly qualified detective!” Betty sneered, feeling baffled at the Agent’s words. Nancy Drew? Who the fuck does he think he is?

“I’m sure you are, this is just not your jurisdiction anymore.” He replies, raising his eyebrows as if challenging her to say something else. Betty looks over at Sheriff Keller and he nods at  her, making all the battle drain from her in an instant.

Betty quickly gathers all the papers on her desk and puts them carefully in a folder before handing them to Agent Broody pants, who is closest to her. He’s watching her intently as she drops the files on his hands. Part of her knows he’s only doing his job, the other part wants to give him a hard time for taking the case from her and calling Betty names without even knowing her, not that she has anything against Nancy Drew but…

“The rest is in that box.” She points out to the box on the chair near her desk, which is taken by the ginger agent.

“Thank you for your hard work.” He says. Betty thinks she imagines she slightly apologizing tone in his voice.

“Do you need anything else?” Sheriff Keller asks them, not really looking welcoming.

“Yes.” Agent Jones starts, folding the folder under his arm. “Could you facilitate us an office?  and… we might need a profiler.”

“You’re looking at her.” Keller tells them, the corner of lips ticking up and Betty perks up at that, trying not to be smug herself at the confused look on the Agent’s face.

“A profiler, not a detective.” He clarifies, as if he hadn’t been heard quite correctly.

“I’m the station’s profiler. I have a bachelor’s degree but mostly work as a detective since we don’t normally have use for a full-time profiler.” She explains, puffing her chest out and chin up like her mother used to tell her to stand. There’s a glim of astonishment in the ginger’s eyes, while the other one seems to burn her with his gaze but Betty doesn’t back down and meets his eyes.

There’s a moment of silence as they stare at each other when finally, he clears his throat.

“This means longer hours, Detective. This means not going home tonight and being available when you’re needed.” He states. “This means not a word gets out of the office. Do you understand?”

Betty looks at him for a moment, the feeling that something big is going on crawls back inside her head and seems to be ready to take permanent residence. She turns to look at Sheriff Keller for a second, who is staring at her intently, as if silently forcing her on.

“Yes, I understand, Agent.” She replies, voice stoic and professional. Agent Jones looks at her for a beat then turns to his partner.

“Let’s get to work.”