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tabloidtoc · 4 years ago

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Globe, October 5

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jeffrey Epstein’s assistant Sarah Kellen Vickers’ shocking deposition and why Ghislaine Maxwell is terrified of her testimony

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Anne Heche laughing, Serena Williams on the court at the U.S. Open, Justin Theroux cleans up after his dog in NYC

Page 3: Josh Duhamel in a sling, A.J. McLean bald and wearing a mask and sporting a nasty scalp scar, Julianne Hough drinking in Studio City

Page 4: Fox News’ popular pundit Andrew Napolitano who is a former New Jersey Superior Court judge is accused in a civil suit of forcing a male defendant to give him oral sex in exchange for a light sentence, David Bowie lured Tina Turner into a steamy tryst by dancing naked in front of her wearing one of her wigs and mimicking her singing Rolling on the River in 1985

Page 5: Furious mom of eight Kate Gosselin is determined to win back custody of son Collin after the teen sparked a child abuse furor by publicly claiming his raging dad Jon Gosselin kicked him for denting their car, Kelly Clarkson is keeping her lips zipped about her heart-shattering divorce from Brandon Blackstock so their young kids won’t be wounded by an ugly public fight

Page 6: TV’s queen of mean Ellen DeGeneres isn’t just despised by her staff and crew she’s also hated by her housekeepers who she treats like dirt

Page 7: Accused sex fiend Prince Andrew is a disgrace and the monarchy is erasing him from official family photos and banning him from all major events -- tarred by his dozen-year friendship with convicted pedophile Jeffrey Epstein and charges he bedded one of the billionaire’s teen sex slaves Andrew was just eliminated from his father Prince Philip’s 100th birthday celebration set for June 10

Page 8: Glee star Naya Rivera didn’t have to die -- the 33-year-old actress drowned on a boating trip with her son and her death was ruled an accidental drowning but a renowned forensic pathologist says the tragedy could have been prevented because she had vertigo and it may have triggered a panic attack as she struggled to get back in the boat -- if she had been wearing a life jacket she’d probably still be alive

Page 10: Former president Jimmy Carter has come clean about Willie Nelson getting high on the White House roof with his son Chip, Lisa Marie Presley reveals she divorced Michael Jackson after he pressured her to have a baby -- Michael already had his dermatologist’s assistant Debbie Rowe lined up to be his baby mama and he sucker-punched Lisa Marie with an ultimatum have my child or Debbie would do it

Page 11: Tiger Woods’ worst nightmare is coming true as ex-galpal Rachel Uchitel is finally dishing the dirt on their steamy affair that destroyed his marriage and put his golf career in a tailspin -- Rachel is in talks to join The Real Housewives of New York City and finally wants to set the record straight

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Miles Teller wearing his mask wrong and wearing two caps (picture), Candace Cameron Bure barked back at fan backlash blasting the wholesome TV star for posting a cheeky snap of husband Valeri Bure cupping his famous wife’s breast, Jessica Alba sobbed like a baby after discovering her 12-year-old daughter Honor is taller than she is, Zac Efron apparently has a thing for brunette beauties named Vanessa -- having once famously romancing his High School Musical co-star Vanessa Hudgens he’s now head over heels for a 25-year-old Aussie waitress named Vanessa Valladares, Tampa Bay Buccaneers quarterback Tom Brady is done with cold weather forever -- after spending two decades with the New England Patriots Tom has really warmed up to Florida’s balmy year-round weather and his new team but his daughter Vivian doesn’t like it hot all the time

Page 13: Britt Ekland (picture), Jason Sudeikis at the beach (picture), Selma Blair’s hair has grown back after chemo treatment for MS (picture)

Page 14: Reese Witherspoon lives in a newly renovated multimillion-dollar Nashville mansion but it’s her closet that’s a priceless showstopper because she turned a massive walk-in closet into a museum with wardrobe treasures from her iconic gigs like Legally Blonde and Walk the Line as well as lavish gowns and accessories she’s donned on the red carpet, Selena Gomez’s gourmet kitchen got too hot for the culinary novice to handle so she got herself an HBO show she shoots at home called Selena + Chef where the star invites renowned chefs to give her cooking lessons via remote video, Fashion Verdict -- Joy Bauer 7/10, Katherine Waterston 4/10, Nathalie Emmanuel 3/10, Vanessa Kirby 10/10, Maya Hawke 2/10

Page 16: Jane Fonda’s great regret was skipping some Sexual Healing from singer Marvin Gaye who was gaga over her, Bar Refaeli barely escaped jail after being convicted of cheating her native Israel out of a fortune in taxes but she did get nine months of community service plus a $1.5 million fine and was ordered to pay back taxes on $7.5 million in earnings

Page 17: Chris Evans was red-faced after accidentally posting fully nude social media selfies showing the Captain American hunk standing stiffly at attention

Page 18: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Liam Neeson, Jay Leno has a new gig hosting the iconic game show You Bet Your Life, drama-plagued Denise Richards won’t be returning to The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills after a stormy two-season stint on the show

Page 20: True Crime

Page 24: Cover Story -- Murdered pedophile Jeffrey Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell is shaking in her prison cell terrified the billionaire pervert’s former personal assistant Sarah Kellen Vickers will rat her out to the federal prosecutors who’ve charged her with sex crimes -- the feds could get a slam-dunk case against Ghislaine by making a deal for Sarah to squawk but so far she’s not talking

Page 26: Health Report

Page 30: Hoda Kotb is moving fast to have baby No. 3 with fiance Joel Schiffman at age 56 -- the two are in seventh heaven raising her adopted daughters Haley and Hope and want to add a boy to their brood

Page 38: Real Life

Page 44: Straight Talk -- in a desperate bid to get attention and return to relevance forgotten celebrity Paris Hilton has joined the crusade to help Britney Spears gain control over her $59 million fortune

Page 45: Caitlyn Jenner is feeling smug about Keeping Up With the Kardashians ending its run after 14 years on TV but she’s upsetting her reality star relatives by reveling in their misery plus Caitlyn who appeared on the E! show for several seasons as Kris Jenner’s husband Bruce believes things would have been different had they not iced her out of the series

Page 47: Hollywood Flashback -- John Candy in 1989′s Uncle Buck, Bizarre But True

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warlock-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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Waking up slow

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Adam du Mortain x female Detective (in the future)

Detective Kat Kingston faces a murder, Unit Bravo and her mother.

Chapter 2: a second murder makes Kat doubt her abilities as a Detective

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Chapter 1

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I was unaware You were lighting flares Now I'm runing scared How did it come to this?

Kat rested her head against the steering wheel.

Another victim.

Another one, she didn’t protect. Garret Hayes lay dead and cold beneath the harsh lights of Verda’s lab, neck mauled and eyes milky. The sight alone made her stomach turn, though having to deliver the news to his mother took her number one spot of upsetting experiences of this day. Kate had started to cry immediately and she’d got down on her knees to pull her close and comfort her.

Even with the help of Adam’s erie, professional abilities, nothing much had come out of questioning the grieving woman afterward. Kat didn’t blame her, but she couldn’t help but wish for even the smallest trace of their killer.

Garret’s death seemed more personal somehow, closer to home than Janet’s, and Kat hated herself for lacking objectivism.

She tried to breathe and to ignore the memory of Tina’s face when suspicion had become reality. How her warm eyes filled with tears, how she firmly pressed her lips together to suppress a sob.

Kat felt exhaustion grip her whole body.

Where to go with this investigation? A vicious murder ran rampage in her town and left almost no evidence but some blood and saliva and more questions than answers. Motives? Profile? A link between the victims?

Her hands shook, as she fumbled for her keys.

Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a Detective. Maybe all of this had been a pipe dream from the beginning or an attempt to impress her mother. She’d started this career to help and to protect and frankly, Kat currently sucked at both. Good grades and tests held no value, if you couldn’t handle a real situation and failed at solving two murders. Especially, if your body crumbled beneath the first symptoms of stress.

“Detective Kingston?” Adam crouched down to look through her window. “It’s late. You need to go home.”

“Eh.” Kat sat up straight, feeling herself blush with shame. “Yes, of course. I was … I.” She stumbled over her own words and saw his green eyes squint against the streetlights.

“You need someone to take you?” Adam’s face remained passive and unreadable and she heard a note of impatience . Somehow his presence only sparked another bout of self-pity and anger towards her lacking abilities concerning this investigation. Frustration bubbled in her throat, ready to erupt.

Oh look at you, Mister super Agent, always so sure of everything, always so strict, always lacking empathy, always so handsome. Kat bit the inside of her cheeks. “No, of course not. I can handle this.” Adam raised a brow, which clearly stated that he didn’t believe her statement. Not one bit.

“You must focus, Detective Kingston.”

“I know, Agent du Mortain. Good night!” She started her car and drove home.

Home meant her small and messy apartment, with heaps of books stacking up everywhere, and a whole collection of dirty coffee mugs, adorned with clothing and hastily written scribbles. She should really clean up her place (maybe on the weekend), but Kat’s body just longed for a hot shower and sleep.

She indulged it.

Her dreams seemed to be inconsistent and dark and awoke a feeling of dread in her stomach. Kat’s subconscious replayed her failing at her job, pictures of the murder scenes, and threw in some traumatic experiences of her teenage years.

Morning arrived to soon and yet not soon enough.

Kat hit the snooze button and crawled beneath her blankets. Just five minutes of peace, before everything came crashing down around her. Pure bliss. Hidden in her bed, she felt reminded of her childhood and how she’d waited for her mother to come home night after night, wrapped tightly in a blanket, which still smelled of father.

“Ugh.” With five minutes to go, Kat decided on just picking up clothing from the floor and putting her hair in a small bun at the nape of her neck. No makeup today, just bare exhaustion and pure professionalism.

Kat adjusted her driving mirror and caught a glimpse of her pale reflexion. “This is a new day! Be better, be smarter, Kat.”

She needed to solve this and to grant the families and the victims closure.

Douglas seemed to be missing from the frontdesk, probably late or taking a break, and she sighed in relief, because one less person she had to face today.

“Detective Kingston! Good morning, it’s good to see you.” Nate watched her entering the room, but his smile suddenly froze.

The attention of the whole team focussed on her, gazes drifting from her neck to her midsection.

“Eh, your buttons.” Felix, obviously the most helpful agent, pointed at her blouse.

“Oh, shit.” Some buttons had come undone, or probably hadn’t been closed earlier this morning, and offered a view of her sports-bra and too much skin. Kat quickly closed them, making the mistake of meeting Adam’s eyes, who didn’t meet hers, because he stared at said failed buttons.

Her heartbeat sped up and pressed against her rips. The moment stretched and stretched and Adam’s shoulders looked tense.

No no no. Close your stupid buttons!

Neither time nor place to act like this.

You haven’t dated in a while and are probably hormonal and vulnerable.

With her head as red as a ripe tomato, Kat sat down behind her desk. “We have a murder to solve, not witness my wardrobe malfunctions.”

She reached for a pen, just to hold something in her fingers. “But I’m sorry for… that.”

Felix handed her an Agency folder and patted her shoulder. “No offense taken, Detective Kingston.”

With that, the tension seemed to leave the room. Nate got up to offer her a bit more space, while Mason excused himself for a cigarette break (finally not vanishing in a cloud of smoke any more). Douglas had rolled the whiteboard into her office earlier and she clipped Janet’s and Garret’s pictures at the top. “Lets visualize our evidence.”

Kat carefully wrote down the basic informations beneath their pictures. Names, ages, occupations, social groups, families, a blank space for the lab report.

“So, what do we have?” With her hands on her hips, she knew that it wasn’t much. The nagging feeling that somehow Unit Bravo withhold information got stronger with the passings minutes. Nate and Adam exchanged glances too often, Felix tried to charm away her questions, and Mason did was he was told without any sign of interest.

Maybe she’d call Rebbeca later today, if she got a hold of her.

They discussed for a few hours, slowly going over the evidence again, moving in circles until early afternoon. Kat dialed up Verda three times, but the hospital still hadn’t examined the blood samples. Cutting funding to a necessity would do this.

Another wasted day. More lives on the line.

Kat rubbed her temples, as she began to feel a headache build between her eyes. Her phone vibrated on her desk and she gladly excused herself.

“Bobby. Not the best time.” She’d hoped for a call from Tina or Verda, but no, it had to be him, a whole nother cause of headache. Kat brought some distance between her office and herself, but still managed to watch Unit Bravo at work. Everytime, Kat left there seemed to be some kind of argument? To be a mice in that room now.

“Is it ever, angel?”

When Kat didn’t reply, he continued talking. “It’s your last chance to give me a statement.” Kat needed a moment to process his words and shook her head in disbelief. “Are you actually threatening me?” “No, of course not. Just gathering information to form a better picture. The people of Wayhaven deserve that.” “I know, but we follow strict guidelines.”

“You sure?” She heard his smile and her suddenly her body turned cold. Kat rubbed her hand against her hip. “Yes, but we can set up an interview in a week.” “Nah, too late.” Bobby chuckled. “Bye, Kat.” “Bye, Bo..:” But he’d already hung up.

Combat training had always been the hardest discipline for her, but she surely would’ve kicked some punching back this very moment. How did he manage to get under her skin so easily? After all those years, Kat still fumbled for words when talking to him.

“Grow up.” Kat whispered beneath her breath. She held her back a bit straighter and returned to her office.

“I’ll head to Verda now. You guys are better equipped than us. Is there a chance that your forensic experts may take a look at their clothing? Look for traces of DNA, hair?” Mason shook his head. “We’re not CSI.”

“Sadly, I don’t really know what you guys are, because no one ever told me exactly. And for all your expertise, nothing is going forward.” Kat’s cheek reddened again. This time, because anger made her irritable.

“Detective Kingston.” Nate crossed the room to stand at her sight. He smelled clean and fresh and rather unobtrusive. “We’ll take the SUV and look at that warehouse again, if it fits with your plan.” “Of course. Call me, if you find anything.” And Kat left the office and Unit Bravo to their own devices.

She shivered from the cold room and put her jacket tighter around her, while sitting at Verda's side. They examined the blood anomalies again and the traces of saliva, which they'd found on Garret. Nothing new there, but a welcome distraction from being locked in a small office with Unit Bravo and clashing with their personalities. They'd probably thought her a total failure. Overly emotional and not able to get herself dressed in the morning.

In comparison the pathologist was kind and soft and far more bearable.

Verda and she'd quickly become friends, because both of them loved a good book and shared a knack for the science side of police work. Not to mention that he'd made her feel welcome at the station from day one.

"We'll call the hospital tomorrow. All of this takes too long." Standing up, she corrected her reading glasses.

Verda followed suit and switched his pc off. "We'll do that."

"Don't stay up too late, though. We all need our sleep."

"Back to you. I can see your dark circles."

Kat laughed and waved his concern away with a quick eyeroll.

"Bed, here I come."

Her office was blissfully empty as she returned and the sun had already set, so Kat closed her eyes, enjoyed a deep sigh, and collected her things.

She took her phone and opened a chat with Tina.

you free this evening?

- I might be? depends on what you offer

walk, talk, coffee and muffin?

- shit day?

yes.

- mine too. can’t fathom what happened to Garret

- ... - pick me up at 7.

will do.

Something to look forward to then.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #femdetective #kat kingston #headcanons

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white-queen-lacus · 5 years ago

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While I’ve been waiting for the inspiration to come back so I’ll be able to draw again... XD I’m putting the pictures under spoilers, but I found the old first sketches I made by using Rinmaru Games to create the looks of the female characters from Dark Circus. I never found the male equivalent of the game (I guess it was Winter Creator), so I had to use another game, but it wasn’t the same and I can’t find the pictures now. ò_ò

Katherine “Kate” Hastings, my female protagonist, psychologist and agent under Alexander Graham’s supervision.

Kate, after cutting her hair:

Lucinda “Lucy” Garner, Kate’s best friend and roommate, student of Architecture, then architect:

Lucy with long hair:

Elizabeth Dekker, Alexander’s ex wife and Lily’s mother.

Dr. Selina Clair, Elizabeth’s best friend and the forensic pathologist.

Alexis Williams, agent and qualified sniper.

#personal #os: dark circus #oc: kate hastings #oc: lucy garner #oc: selina clair #oc: elizabeth dekker #oc: alexis williams #rinmarugames #first sketches

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sheniq · 3 years ago

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SALEM — Colleen Ritzer was likely alive when Philip Chism dragged her body into the woods behind Danvers High School and raped her with a branch, an assistant district attorney said in Essex Superior Court Monday after the prosecution rested its case. Essex Assistant District Attorney Kate MacDougall argued that Chism, then 14, began his crime in the bathroom — strangling, raping, and stabbing his 24-year-old math teacher — but was interrupted when a student came into the bathroom. "He didn't get a chance to finish what he started in the bathroom," MacDougall said, rebutting the defense's motion to dismiss certain charges against Chism. "He finished it in the woods." Chism's lawyers, who have told the jury their client killed Ritzer during a psychotic break, have tried to show Ritzer died quickly in the girls bathroom, and before the assault in the woods. They used that argument Monday afternoon as the basis for their request for Judge David Lowy to throw out the charge of unnatural rape against Chism. The charge was borne of the allegation that Chism used a stick to violate Ritzer in the woods. But if she were dead at the time, the unnatural rape charge should be dismissed, the defense argued. "I think it's inescapable that she was killed in the bathroom," Chism's defense attorney, John Osler, told Lowy after the prosecution rested its case and the jury was dismissed for the day. Chism, who was a freshman at the time, has also been charged with first-degree murder, robbery, and aggravated rape for allegedly assaulting her in the bathroom. The prosecution rested its case Monday with grueling testimony from the forensic pathologist who conducted the autopsy on Ritzer. In response to Osler's motion to dismiss, MacDougall for the first time described in open court the prosecution's theory about why Chism attacked Ritzer in a girls bathroom at the school on Oct. 22, 2013. "This was a sexually motivated homicide," she said. The pathologist, Anna McDonald, said there were two causes of death — asphyxiation and the 16 stab wounds to the neck, three of which hit major blood vessels. https://www.instagram.com/p/CcLaavrrf4P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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raisab332012 · 3 years ago

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cathygeha · 3 years ago

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REVIEW

Darkness Falls by Robert Bryndza

Kate Marshall Series #3

Private Investigator Kate Marhall is readying the caravan rentals for the season when she is hired to look for a woman that went missing over a decade ago. The mother of the missing woman wants closure and feels that Kate and her partner, Tristan Harper, will be able to do what the police were unable to. Much rides on this case and it ends up being a lot more complex than expected.

What I liked:

* Kate: once on the police force, tenacious, utilizes investigative techniques wisely, organized, methodical, intuitive, growing as an individual

* Tristan: working hard to make his dreams come true, capable, great investigative skills, aware, still working to secure and determine his future

* Jake: Kate’s son, university student home for the summer, seems a nice guy and someone that should and no doubt will show up in future books of the series

* Ade: an ex-policeman with PTSD, aspiring author, friend of Tristan’s

* Alan Hexam: forensic pathologist, potential continuing character in the series

* Wondering if Faye and Mona will show up as police officers on future cases

* The use of police procedural investigative skills employed by Kate and Tristan

* The plot and pacing of the clues and revelations

* Knowing what the serial killer was up to but not knowing who it was immediately

* That everything was tied up neatly at the end of the story

* Thinking about what will happen in the next book in the series and wondering what Kate and Tristan might do in their personal lives

What I didn’t like:

* The serial killer and some of the others in the story that seemed to prey on others

* Knowing that there are people in the world as evil as those in this book

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read another book in this series? Definitely

Thank you to NetGalley and Thomas & Mercer for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

An Amazon Charts and Wall Street Journal bestselling series. Kate Marshall’s investigation into a journalist’s disappearance sends her down an unexpectedly twisted path in a riveting thriller by the author of Shadow Sands. Kate Marshall’s fledgling PI agency takes off when she and her partner, Tristan Harper, are hired for their first big case. It’s a cold one. Twelve years before, journalist Joanna Duncan disappeared after exposing a political scandal. Most people have moved on. Joanna’s mother refuses to let go. When Kate and Tristan gain access to the original case files, they revisit the same suspects and follow the same leads―but not to the same dead ends. Among Joanna’s personal effects, Kate discovers the names of two young men who also vanished without a trace. As she connects the last days of three missing persons, Kate realizes that Joanna may have been onto something far more sinister than anyone first believed: the identity of a serial killer hiding in plain sight. The closer Kate comes to finding him, the darker it’s going to get.

#Robert Bryndza #Kate Marshall 3 #Thriller #Mystery #Murder Serial Killer #Private Investigation #Cold Case #Missing Persons #Murder #Crime #NetGalley #Thomas & Mercer

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bakerstreetbaes · 3 years ago

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The Less Aesthetic Muses Page

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ALBERT HAREBRAYNE

Albert Benjamin Harebrayne

Age :: 23

Pronouns :: He / Him

Birthday :: March 25 (Aries)

Height :: 5’ 11“ / 155 cm

Nationality :: British

Occupation :: Scientist

Media

Voice Actor :: Tom Allenby

Theme Song :: Science Boy

IRIS WILSON

Iris Marie Sholmes

Age :: 10

Pronouns :: She / Her

Birthday :: June 20 (Gemini)

Height :: 3’ 11” / 120 cm

Nationality :: British

Occupation :: Assistant to Herlock Sholmes / Author

Media

Voice Actor :: Claire Morgan

Theme Song :: Young Biographer

KAZUMA ASOUGI

Kazuma Asougi

Age :: 23

Pronouns :: He / Him

Birthday :: January 1 (Capricorn)

Height :: 5’ 9“ / 174 cm

Nationality :: Japanese

Occupation :: Student -> Defense Attorney -> Prosecutor

Media

Voice Actor :: Ben Deery

Theme Song :: Nocturne

RACHEL HARRIS

Rachel Elizabeth Harris

Age :: 25

Pronouns :: She / Her

Birthday :: September 25 (Libra)

Height :: 5’ 0” / 153 cm

Nationality :: American

Occupation :: Actress / Cafe Owner

Media

Voice Actor :: Hifumi Togo

Theme Song :: Merry-Go-Round of Life, A Targeted Redhead

SUSATO MIKOTOBA

Susato Mikotoba

Age :: 16

Pronouns :: She / Her

Birthday :: April 22 (Taurus)

Height :: 5’0“ / 153 cm

Nationality :: Japanese

Occupation :: A damn good judicial assistant

Media

Voice Actor :: Rina Takasaki

Theme Song :: Flower Blooming in the New World

YUJIN MIKOTOBA

Yujin Mikotoba

Age :: 42

Pronouns :: He / Him

Birthday :: February 5 (Aquarius)

Height :: 5’11” / 155 cm

Nationality :: Japanese

Occupation :: Pathologist Professor of Forensic Pathology at Imperial Yumei University

Media

Voice Actor :: Peter De Jersey

Theme Song :: Partners ~ The Game is Afoot!

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IRIS FEY

Sister Iris Elizabeth Fey/Hawthorne

Age :: 20~35

Pronouns :: She / Her

Birthday :: September 19 (Virgo)

Height :: 5’1“ / 155 cm

Nationality :: “American”

Occupation :: Hazakura Temple Shrine Maiden

Media

Voice Actor :: Dani Chambers

Theme Song :: Distant Traces of Beauty (Remix)

JUNIPER WOODS

Juniper Anne Woods

Age :: 18

Pronouns :: She / Her

Birthday :: April 25 (Taurus)

Height :: 5’1” / 156 cm

Nationality :: “American”

Occupation :: Themis Legal Academy Judge Course Student & Student Council President

Media

Voice Actor :: Kate Higgins

Theme Song :: I, Athena, Will Take on Your Defense

PHOENIX WRIGHT

Phoenix Oliver Wright

Age :: 20~35

Pronouns :: He / Him

Birthday :: June 25 (Cancer)

Height :: 5’9“ / 176 cm

Nationality :: “American”

Occupation :: Defense attorney

Media

Voice Actor :: Ben Judd, Sam Riegel, Trevor White

Theme Song :: Objection! (T&T)

#Muses

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corkcitylibraries · 3 years ago

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Book Review: Beyond the Tape by Dr Marie Cassidy

By Kate O’Callaghan

“Dead men do tell tales”.

This is one of the conclusions reached by retired state pathologist, Dr. Marie Cassidy after a lifetime of working as a forensic scientist. With huge advances in forensic research, the human body can now give up its secrets and in many cases, solve serious crimes.

Dr. Cassidy came from a working-class family in Glasgow. In her teens, she and her siblings helped her father in his coal delivery business. After graduating with her medical degree, she had no definite idea of which branch of medicine she would specialise in and it was by a process of elimination that she became a pathologist. She had no interest in working with children or in obstetrics or surgery, but she liked conducting post-mortems and found she was very good at them.

Her work has taken her to many parts of the world: to Sierra Leone in Africa as part of a United Nations mission following the Civil War there and to Bosnia to investigate mass graves. Having worked for some years in Glasgow, she came to Ireland in 1998 as an assistant to Professor Jack Harbison. Although her work in Scotland was very similar to her role in Ireland, she immediately noticed one difference, namely that in Scotland, forensic pathologists are known in a small, limited circle whereas in Ireland, everyone knew Dr. Harbison and in turn, everyone got to know her! She finds this intrusive in her private life, but she accepts this as part of the job.

Dr. Cassidy has “seen it all” as she says herself. She has attended many crime scenes and has had to deal with every cause of suspicious death. She became an expert on stab wounds from her experience with knife crime cases in Glasgow. She has examined gunshot wounds, head injuries either inflicted violently or accidentally, strangulations, deaths by drowning, smoke inhalation due to fire, substance abuse cases and more. There is no place for squeamishness in her job – describing the growth of maggots on decomposing corpses is nothing new to her!

Her work has taken her to every part of Ireland, and she has adjusted to being on call at all hours. She acknowledges the professionalism of the Garda Technical Bureau, the State Laboratory, and the mortuary assistants whose co-operation made her daily life easier.

Throughout all the grim reality of her profession, Dr. Cassidy has retained her lively sense of humour. She regularly gave evidence in court as an expert witness in murder cases which she describes as “daunting” even for an experienced professional like her. Medical experts have to be impartial, but defence barristers are there to present their clients in the best possible light. Dr. Cassidy describes the comments of one such defence barrister in a fatal stabbing case:

“My client was standing at the bus stop, with a knife in his hand (whittling or cleaning his nails, I presume) when a man unexpectedly launched himself at him/ran into him and impaled himself on my client's knife”.

Dr. Cassidy is sensitive to the needs of murder victims' families in the tragic circumstances they find themselves in. The high-profile deaths of children and teenagers are particularly heart-breaking even to experienced professionals like herself.

This book is not really an autobiography. Dr. Cassidy rarely mentions her family except in reference to her many absences from home. Neither is it an academic textbook. There are some technical details, but they are couched in layperson terms. The book is loosely edited and could have benefited from shorter chapters with more defined topics but overall, it offers a fascinating glimpse into a world few of us know anything about – a world of sudden death, violence and loss, a world “beyond the tape” of a crime scene.

Copies of Beyond the Tape by Dr. Marie Cassidy are available to borrow from Cork City Libraries

#corkcitylibraries #LoveReading

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rauthschild · 4 years ago

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Bombshell Thrown By Bastard Prince At British Royal Family Kills French Billionaire

By: Sorcha Faal,

An at first seemingly ordinary brief new Security Council (SC) report circulating in the Kremlin today examining a contract proposal made to the state-controlled and funded international television network RT by the European Union advertising company Cible Communication, becomes extraordinary when noticing that this company’s French manager is Natacha Nikolajevic—a descendent of the House of Romanov in the direct family lineage of Tsarevich of Russia Alexei Nikolaevich, the youngest child and only son of Emperor Nicholas II and Empress Alexandra Feodorovna who was executed at 13-years of age along with his entire family by communist forces on 17 July 1918.

The significance of Natacha Nikolajevic, this report notes, is her marriage and having two children with the just killed French billionaire politician Olivier Dassault, who was the son of the late French billionaire arms merchant Serge Dassault—whose union was arranged by the Royal Houses of Europe interlocutor (man in the middle) Pascal Renouard de Vallière, who along with Olivier Dassault paid tribute to Michael Jackson at Domaine de Beauregard near Paris—and most critical to notice, paid public honor to two of his closest allies during a speech on the occasion of his receiving the Chevalier of the Ordre National du Mérite Award on 5 November 2007, when he stated: “The Ambassadors who trusted me...Mr. Mohamed Al Fayed and Serge Dassault and his family are here tonight”.

Mohamed Al-Fayed and Serge Dassault, this report details, were patrons of the late Diana-Princess of Wales—who became estranged from the British Royal Family after her sexual affair with British Army officer James Hewitt—the result of which was the birth of their child Prince Harry-Duke of Sussex, who openly referred to himself as a “Royal Bastard”.

When Princess Diana began a sexual relationship with Dodi Fayed, the son of her patron Mohamed Al-Fayed, this report continues, the British Royal Family ordered her elimination—a fact exposed in the banned documentary “Unlawful Killing”—a fact acknowledged by British citizens Jack and Robin Firestone, who witnessed the accident Princess Diana was involved in and saw her alive afterwards, which is why they fear for their lives—and to cover-up for this murder, saw top British forensic pathologist Richard Shepherd testifying at her death inquest that Princess Diana died from an incredibly rare tiny injury to her lung he’d never seen before in his decades of practice.

The importance of knowing this history, this report explains, is due to the 22 July 2013 birth of Prince George of Cambridge, the eldest child of Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, and Catherine (Kate), Duchess of Cambridge—a birth that pushed Prince Harry from being a successor to the British throne—and was joined by Hugh Grosvenor-7th Duke of Westminster being appointed as Prince George’s godfather, who aside from being the world's richest man under 30, is a descendant of Mikhail Romanov, the Russian tsar between 1613 and 1645.

Further to notice, this report says, is that the husband of Queen Elizabeth II, Prince Phillip, is the grandnephew of the Tsarina Alexandra and another great-great-grandson of Nicholas I—and at 99-years of age awoke this morning to bombshell revelations about his family on his 21st day in hospital—bombshell revelations thrown by Prince Harry, who says he was forced to flee to Canada and make a lucrative deals with Netflix and Spotify to pay for security after being CUT OFF by the Royals—then saw his wife Meghan saying she was suicidal when she was five months pregnant, Kate made HER cry and the Royals refused to make Archie a prince because they were worried how dark he would be.

With the bombshells being thrown at the British Royal Family by Prince Harry and his wife Meghan occurring at the same time House of Romanov descendents are mourning the loss of Oliver Dassault, this report concludes, it can only be determined that the Royal Houses of Europe are engaging in an internecine (destructive to both sides) conflict whose full dimensions of have yet to be determined—and as all historical episodes of these types of conflicts have evidenced, brings into sharper focus why today it’s being fearfully asked “Could an Archduke Franz Ferdinand moment trigger World War between the United States and Communist China?”.

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msr headcanon: Scully takes Mulder to her high school reunion pretending he's her husband bc she's embarrassed that she's one of the only people of her class that isn't already married

Reunitedby mldrgrlRated PGSummary: This isn’t totally what you wanted, Anon, I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I can see it.

From time to time, mail still arrived at the house for Scully. Technically, it arrived at the PO Box Mulder maintained where they used to collect their mail, but it had been his alone for two years. At first, he used the trickle of mail that came through to call her, knowing full well it was mostly junk she’d never want, but it was the only legitimate excuse he had for awhile. It had been quite awhile since her name showed up in his PO Box, but he didn’t need excuses anymore since he saw her nearly every day at work.

He brought her the Alumni Newsletter she received with a cup of coffee. She thanked him for both, took a sip of the coffee, and then through the newsletter in the trash after a mere glance.

“You're not going to read it?” Mulder asked, retrieving the sealed booklet from the trash can.

“A high school newsletter? I don't think I've ever read one.”

“Hm.” Mulder ripped the circle of tape holding the pages together and opened it up. “Rosalee O’Brien hyphen Bingham, senior class president, announces the 35th reunion for the graduates of the class-”

“I know what year I graduated,” she said, reaching across his desk to take the newsletter back. “No need to remind me.”

“You don't want to go? It's in…” Mulder paused and held the newsletter up and away from Scully's searching fingers. “June.”

“We don't know where we'll be in June. A case could come up.”

“Never heard of personal time?”

Unable to grab the newsletter, Scully crossed her arms. “Mulder, you wouldn't know personal time if it walked through the door and bit you on the ass.”

“Well, things change.” He gave her the newsletter which she folded and put in her briefcase.

Scully sat down with her coffee in front of Mulder's desk. “What's on the agenda today?”

“I think we should go.”

“We?”

“We haven't been to a reunion since Kroner, Kansas.”

“You say that like it's the same as going to a movie.”

“What kind of movie?”

Scully rolled her eyes a little and reached over to take the file off Mulder's desk since he didn't seem to want to share it with her. The conversation about the reunion fell by the wayside as he finally started presenting her with the known and unknown information on their new case.

Two months later, Scully was packing up her briefcase for the night when Mulder swiveled in his seat and leaned back to look at her.

“What time should I pick you up?” he asked.

“For?”

“The reunion’s tomorrow.”

“The what?”

“Your high school reunion.”

“How in the hell did you even remember that?”

“It's been on my calendar for weeks. You didn't mark it down?”

Scully snapped her briefcase shut and gave him the eyebrow. “I never RSVPed,” she said.

“Sure you did.”

“Mulder…”

“Did you know that Rosalee O’Brien hyphen Bingham is married to a dentist? Two kids, Paul Jr. and Mary Katherine, after her mother, but they call her Kate. Paul Jr. just joined the practice with his dad and Kate's finding herself in Europe. Nice lady. Can't wait to see you.”

Scully dropped into the chair across from Mulder's desk and glared at him. “I can't believe you would...you would just…”

“It'll be fun.”

“I highly doubt that.”

Mulder pursed his lips and then sat up straight and smoothed his tie down his chest. “Remember back when we were on the road and we used to...talk?”

“Yes.”

“You said once that you thought it was so strange to look back at your life and know that anyone who ever knew you before you went on the run with me was never going to know you again.”

“And you thought that meant I wanted to then go to my high school reunion ten years later?”

Mulder looked down at his desk and gave a small shrug. “I can call Rosalee and tell her something came up.”

“No,” Scully said, quickly. “No, don't do that.”

“But, you don't want to go.”

“No. No, I would rather stay home and think about ways to kill you and make it look like an accident.”

Mulder grimaced. “I thought you liked high school.”

“I did. For the most part.”

“So why don't you want to go?”

“I don't know.”

They had reached a stalemate of sorts. Mulder knew when not to pry, and Scully really couldn't offer more of an explanation.

“What time is this happening and where?” Scully asked.

“Downtown Baltimore, 7 o’ clock.”

“And you really want to go to this?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“It's not often I get to meet people who knew you before you were my Scully,” he said, and then quickly added, “the Scully I know.”

Scully licked the sloped her upper lip and looked away from Mulder. “Alright,” she said, standing and picking up her briefcase. “Pick me up at 6:30.”

“Okay.”

Their first exchange with a former classmate, Tracy Llewllyn nee Parker, was a shining example of what Scully couldn’t explain to Mulder as a reason for not wanting to attend her reunion. Tracy was manning the nametags outside the door of the hotel ballroom the reunion was being held in. Scully tried to dredge up some sort of memory of the woman, but her mind was a blank.

“Dana Scully,” Tracy said, handing her a badge with Scully’s name and a smaller, black and white version of her senior photo underneath. “I remember you.”

“You do?” Scully asked.

“We had chemistry together. Andy Teller almost got expelled for cheating off your mid-term.”

That was not a memory Scully was particularly fond of, especially when she’d had to reject Andy’s claim that she’d allowed him to copy from her paper. She forced a weak smile as she affixed her nametag to her blazer.

“You must be Dana’s husband,” Tracy said to Mulder, handing him a blank tag and a Sharpie. “Just write your name down there.”

“He’s my partner,” Scully clarified.

“Oh, of course you’d be one of those modern girls,” Tracy said with a laugh. “It’s a wonder you even got married. I don’t think anyone would’ve expected that of you.”

“Why is that?” Scully asked, barely keeping the annoyance out of her voice.

“You were always so independent,” Tracy answered, somewhat hushed, as though it was a secret. “So what do you do now?”

“Scully’s a surgeon,” Mulder interjected, dropping the Sharpie back on the table in front of Tracy.

“A surgeon!”

“Well,” Scully said. “Actually-”

“Did you just call her Scully?” Tracy asked.

“Force of habit,” Mulder answered, taking a moment to affix his name badge. “We work together.”

“Oh, are you a surgeon as well...Mulder?”

“FBI.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m a forensic pathologist,” Scully said. “For the FBI.”

“You still work now that you’re married?”

“You know,” Mulder said, putting his arm around Scully’s waist. “Nice meeting you Tracy, but I think there’s a few people who just walked in the door that need nametags and we don’t want to keep you from it.”

Scully had felt the anger rising in her chest, bringing heat to her cheeks. If Mulder hadn’t pulled her away when he did, Tracy was about to be on the bad end of a verbal lashing. She didn’t have to remember the woman specifically to know she was probably going to encounter a lot of women like her in that ballroom. She’d gone to school with a lot of girls whose singular ambition was to find a Catholic husband, get married in the church, and produce a lot of Catholic babies. That wasn’t on Scully’s agenda, and it probably wouldn’t have been so strange if she’d been in high school today, but of the eighty or some odd kids she graduated with, she knew only a small percentage of them even went on to college, male or female.

“Why did you tell Tracy I was a surgeon?” Scully asked Mulder as they entered the ballroom.

“You are,” he said.

“Not anymore. And I wasn’t ever really...I mean, I have performed surgeries, but…”

“What do you want to be tonight, then? Doctor? Special Agent? Nuclear physicist? Oh, I bet you could pass for some kind of lawyer if you wanted to.”

“FBI is fine. And why did you let Tracy think you were my husband?”

“You’re the one that did that.”

“No, I didn’t, I told her you were my partner.”

“Scully, it’s synonymous to a lady like her.”

Scully sighed.

The ballroom was tastefully decorated with round tables with white linen tablecloths. A buffet was on one side of the room and a DJ was at the head, playing music that was popular in her senior year that he’d probably had to Google because he barely looked old enough to drink. The current choice was Pete Townshend’s Let My Love Open the Door and a handful of people were dancing in the center floor.

“Unbelievable,” Scully murmured.

“What?” Mulder asked.

Scully nodded slightly to the left. “The woman at that table was my junior year trigonometry teacher.”

“That woman has to be a hundred years old,” he whispered back to Scully. “Are you sure?”

“She looks exactly the same, even without the wimple and habit.”

“Your trig teacher was a hundred year old nun?”

“Shhh…” Scully chuckled slightly and gave Mulder a mild backwards slap on the shoulder with her knuckles.

“Recognize anyone else?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I’m dying to know what Dana Scully’s high school crush looks like now, so be sure to point him out when you see him.”

“My high school crush didn’t go to my school. He went to Missy’s.”

“You and Melissa didn’t go to the same school?”

“Missy refused to go to Catholic school past eighth grade. She told our parents if they sent her anywhere but public school, she’d not only find a way to get expelled, she’d get excommunicated.”

Mulder laughed and Scully smiled at the memory of her sister threatening their parents with enough vehemence that instead of punishment, she actually got what she wanted. Bill had been so annoyed that their sister wasn’t obeying the natural law of things, but Bill’s rigidity meant he was always annoyed at something.

Scully wandered the room with Mulder at her side. In one corner someone had set up a table with a yearbook, a posterboard of old photos and a few class papers to peruse. Mulder went for the newspaper while Scully inspected the photos. Seeing the faces of her classmates jogged her memory a bit and she was able to pick out a few by name.

“Looks like your basketball team wasn’t all that bad,” Mulder said.

“Don’t remember. Don’t think I ever went to a game, actually.”

“Chicken fingers will no longer be available in the cafeteria on Tuesdays, only Thursdays. Harsh.”

“But, always fish sticks on Fridays.”

“Hey, Scully, you’re in here.” Mulder opened the paper for her and she leaned closer. “Senior debate team wins city finals. There’s a picture.”

“That’s as far as we got. We lost in regionals.”

“Bummer. Left to right, Lisa Cunningham, Michael Smith, Dana Scully, Holly Campbell, and Rick Flanagan.”

“I wonder if Lisa will be here. I’d be curious to know what she’s been up to.”

“No love for the other three?”

“Lisa was the most ambitious.”

“Not you?”

“Next to me.” She smiled at him and he closed the paper.

They picked up some hors d'oeuvres from the buffet and sat down at an empty table for awhile. A few people came up to chat, but it was clear they really didn’t know each other aside from a few shared teachers they could remember. Mulder did finally get to meet Rosalee and her husband Paul, and they chatted like old friends for a bit, but Rosalee couldn’t sit down, she had people to greet.

At some point, the lights in the room dimmed just a little and more people began to gather at the dance floor. Scully began to wonder when she might be able to convince Mulder it was time to leave when he suddenly stood up and offered her his hand. She looked up at him, puzzled.

“Dance with me,” he said.

“Now?”

“No, at your fortieth reunion. Come on, Scully. Get up and dance with me.”

Scully took Mulder’s hand and he led her towards the dance floor. Endless Love was playing. She shook her head a little at him as he folded his hand over hers and put his other one at her hip. She rested her arm over his so that her other hand lay on the back of his shoulder and they swayed casually, but she felt a little ridiculous. He was dancing with her like they were in junior high and had never danced before.

“What are you doing?” she asked him.

“Leaving room for the holy ghost.”

Scully chuckled and stepped closer to him. He immediately wrapped his arm around her and pulled her up to his chest. Their joined hands came to rest near her chin. It was both familiar and comfortable.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve danced with me,” Mulder said.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve asked.”

“Maybe I thought you’d turn me down.”

Scully didn’t respond, and for a few moments, she just closed her eyes and swayed with him. He let go of her hand and brought his other arm down around her waist, crossing his wrists at the small of her back. She hooked her arms under his and splayed her hands against the back of his shoulders. He nuzzled her hair and she ran her hands up and down his back, but suddenly his posture changed a little and she looked up at him.

“Three o’clock,” Mulder said, without even looking at her. “I think that’s...I think that’s Rick, from your debate team.”

Scully glanced over to where Mulder indicated and her brows lifted into tiny peaks. “I think you’re right,” she said.

“Want to say hello?”

“I do, actually.”

Mulder loosened his hold on her and Scully backed out of his embrace, but she took his hand and led him from the dance floor. Rick stood off to the side sipping punch. He looked like he was trying to remain inconspicuous, but with his clergy collar, he stood out.

“Rick Flanagan?” Scully asked. “Or, should I say, Father Flanagan?”

Rick smiled and lowered the plastic cup in his hand. “Dana Scully,” he said. “What would you like to argue about today?”

Scully returned his smile and Mulder chuckled.

“This is my...this is Mulder,” Scully said.

Mulder and Rick shook hands.

“You don’t have to guess what I’ve gone on to do with my life,” Rick said. “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

“FBI,” Scully said.

“Ah, I would’ve guessed lawyer. Never met anyone who loved an argument as much as you.”

“That hasn’t changed,” Mulder said.

“Don’t think I won’t shoot you in front of a priest, Mulder.”

“She’s just kidding, she left her weapon at home.”

“How’s your mother, Dana?” Rick asked. “I just remembered those days we would study at your house and your mom would put out the most delicious cookies I’d ever had.”

Scully hesitated a moment. “She passed a few months ago, I’m afraid.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll say a prayer for her soul.”

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

They talked for a few more minutes and then Mulder excused himself to use the restroom. A few minutes after that, Scully excused herself as well and went to wait for Mulder in the lobby. When he came back, she took his hand and steered him to the door.

“We’re leaving?” he asked.

“I only have so much social engagement in me,” she said. “Let’s walk for a bit though, before we get the car. It’s a nice night.”

“Sure.”

They walked hand in hand down the Baltimore streets. Scully pointed a few places out to Mulder that she used to frequent in high school, or where those places used to be. They circled back after awhile and Mulder gave the ticket to the valet to get their car. As they waited, Scully put her arms around Mulder and rested her chin on his chest.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?” he asked.

“Making me come.”.

A mischievous grin spread across his face. “No need to thank me,” he said. “I always loved making yo-”

Scully reached up and put a hand over his mouth before he could finish the thought. She shook her head at him and fought a smile. He kissed the center of her palm and she took her hand away.

“It was actually really nice just to be out with you,” she said.

“We could do it more often, you know.”

“I’d like that, Mulder. I’d like it a lot.”

“I would too.”

Scully smiled and then turned her head and rested her cheek against his chest as they waited for the car.

The End

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satanicsugarhigh · 7 years ago

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May 6th, 2001

Dr. Ellis, a pathologist at a hospital located in West Valley City, Utah, had received the bodies of two teenage victims of a believed double homicide. Dr. Ellis and the medical examiner, Dr. Reid, are to perform a forensic autopsy to collect any potential evidence. The two doctors had finished up the examination for one of the victims, a male with dark brown hair and freckled skin named Peter. Peter had his abdomen jaggedly ripped open with his entrails pulled out along with several deep bite and claw marks, all of which were human. Peter’s approximate time of death was around 1 A.M. of that same day. After cleaning and disinfecting the work area the doctors moved onto the next victim. Dr. Ellis sullenly gazed down into the body bag of a female named Blair. Blair was in much more disarray than her male counterpart. Dr. Ellis and Dr. Reid have seen plenty of grotesque cases throughout their careers but it’s the cases that involve young folk which hit both doctors the hardest. Both victims were only 17-years-old.

Blair had been dismembered; both her hands were chopped off above the wrists, her arms chopped off below the shoulders, and both legs were cut off at the thighs. Dr. Reid began to photograph the body along with taking notes of the victim’s clothing. Blair had black hair cut to her shoulders and wore a short, sleeveless black dress that had been cut open on the abdomen. Blair’s underwear remained intact ruling away the possibility of sexual assault although the doctors will still perform tests to make sure. After Dr. Reid finished up his notes about the clothing, Dr. Ellis then removed the victim’s clothing so they could examine her wounds.

“The victim has a clean cut running from the center of her chest down to below her belly button.” Dr. Ellis announced to Dr. Reid who scribbled down the notes. “It’s odd how Peter had his abdomen so viciously ripped open, like someone used their hands, and his entrails pulled out but on the female victim she has a clean cut that was done with a blade and her entrails were left intact.” Dr. Ellis noted to Dr. Reid who nodded in agreement. “Blair also has no bite or claw marks but her throat was slit so deep I can see her cervical.” Dr. Ellis said to Dr. Reid who copied down the information into his notepad. “Right eyeball has been cut out of the socket and there’s a clean carving into each of her cheeks from the corner’s of her mouth up to her ears. There is also a long clean gash from her left hairline diagonally down to the right side’s jaw. A second diagonal cut which connects with the first cut on the bridge of her nose and runs down to her left side jaw.” Dr. Ellis described. As Dr. Ellis continued with the examination she found blood and flesh under the Blair’s fingernails. Dr. Ellis found this to be strange and took some samples. The doctors finished up the external examination then washed and weighed the body in preparation for the internal examination. Before starting the internal examination Dr. Ellis took a blood sample and passed it on to her assistant along with he flesh sample from Blair’s fingernails to run some tests.

Dr. Ellis made a cut from Blair’s shoulders down to the cut that was already present. Dr. Ellis peeled back the skin and began to remove organs for examination. Dr. Ellis noted again to Dr. Reid that Blair’s entrails had not been disturbed minus from damage that had been done when she was cut open. As Dr. Ellis examined the stomach, she had found something…odd. Dr. Ellis removed the contents of the stomach as she narrated to Dr. Reid of her findings.

“Cooked salmon and steamed broccoli. There’s also what seems to be raw meat.” Dr. Ellis removed the raw meat and placed it into a metal tray. Dr. Ellis began to poke around at the meat with a puzzled look on her face. “It appears to look like beef, but it doesn’t have the same texture or constancy.” Dr. Ellis called in her assistant and gave them a sample of the raw meat. “Run some tests on this to determine what it is.” She ordered handing the sample to the assistant who hurried off to complete their orders. Dr. Ellis continued the examination for the rest of the organs before placing them back inside the victim. As Dr. Ellis examined the inside of Blair’s mouth she found the same raw red meat stuck between her teeth. Dr. Ellis removed the meat as Dr. Reid took notes of the detail. The female victim’s approximate time of death was around 12:40 A.M. of that same day. As Dr. Ellis began sewing the victim’s chest back up the assistant arrived back with the blood results and the results of the meat sample.

“The blood tests showed that the female victim had traces of alcohol and Rohypnol in her system. The meat sample you gave me was, get ready for this, human. The blood and DNA in the meat found in the stomach matched the male victim and so did the flesh sample from the under female’s fingernails.” both doctors shot puzzled looks the the assistant who handed the test result’s to Dr. Reid who furrowed his eyebrows as he read over the results.

“How on earth could this girl take a chunk out of the other victim with the state that she was in? You can barely walk with Rohypnol in your system much less scratch up and bite chunks out of people.” Dr. Reid scratched his head perplexed by the information. “And if she died first, then who killed the boy? The police told me that only the boy’s finger prints were found on the murder weapons.” Dr. Reid exasperated. Dr. Ellis couldn’t think of any explanation either, she gazed down at the young woman laying on the metal table wishing she could see into her memories of the night she died.

“All I can say is the police are going to have a fun time solving this one.” Dr. Ellis muttered as she worked on sewing Blair together. As Dr. Ellis sewed up the girl’s face, for a brief moment Dr. Ellis sworn she saw Blair’s intact eye move. Dr. Ellis stared into the girl’s eye but had only saw the blank, dead stare that all of her patients wore. Dr. Ellis shrugged it off as her imagination and finished preparing the body to be sent off to the morgue. By now it was almost nine o’clock at night and the bodies won’t be sent off until the morning. Dr. Ellis laid a white sheet over the young girl’s body then rolled her into one of the large, metal cabinets where she will rest for the night.

Dr. Ellis and Dr. Reid sat in Dr. Ellis’s office as they finished up their reports of the autopsy. Dr. Reid sat with his back to the door and continued on about how strange this case was. “Their DNA was found on each other but no DNA of a third party. Why was the girl cut up but the boy ripped up?” Dr. Reid said to Dr. Ellis who had seen many strange deaths in her time but she had to agree with Dr. Reid that the evidence they found did not stack up. As Dr. Reid continued his rant while Dr. Ellis worked on her report, Dr. Ellis briefly looked up at Dr. Reid in time to see someone with short black hair running past her office through the window on the door. Dr. Ellis excused herself then walked over to the door and poked her head out of her office. The hallway was completely empty.

“Everything alright?” Dr. Reid asked.

“Yeah… I just thought I saw someone out here.” Dr. Ellis sighed as she closed the door and returned to her report. After finishing, Dr. Ellis locked up her office and said her goodnights to Dr. Reid. Dr. Reid left the corridor leaving Dr. Ellis alone, but instead of leaving for the exit Dr. Ellis walked back to the autopsy room. The door to the autopsy room was left wide open; panic shot through Dr. Ellis as she ran inside and switched on the lights. Everything in the autopsy room remained untouched and in order. When Dr. Ellis turned her head to the large metal cabinets where she saw that the cabinet that should have contained Blair had the door swung wide open revealing the table inside to be empty.

Electric bells buzzed throughout the high school relieving students of their classes. A young woman with medium jet black hair and an overgrown fringe tossed her books in her locker. She slams her locker shut with a loud clank and hurried off to meet her friends in the cafeteria for lunch. The cafeteria was bustling with students all talking over each other and filling the room with chatter. The black haired girl found her friends waiting at their table for everyone to get there before they all got up waited in the lunch line together.

“Hey Blair, you got any plans tonight?” a girl with long blonde hair and black raccoon tails asked her black haired friend.

“None so far. I was probably going to stay home. Why?” Blair inquired.

“You always want to stay home! Let’s go see a movie!” the blonde suggested with excitement sparkling in her eyes.

“Alright I’m down! You know what you want to see?” Blair responded getting a little excited herself. The girls started talking about some recent releases trying to determine what they wanted to see as they bought their lunches. As they were walking back to their table a tall, skinny, brown haired boy Blair knew as Pete, abruptly stepped himself directly in front of Blair’s path, causing her to nearly walk into him. Blair’s blonde friend, Kate, had stopped walking and both her and Blair watched as Pete dropped to his knees and pulled a bouquet of roses from behind his back.

“Blair, will you go to prom with me?” Pete announced loud enough to override all the chatter drawing in the attention of every near by student. In symphony, everyone began to coo and awe, even Kate. The only person now cooing and awing, was Blair. Blair barley knew Pete as a person; she’s known him since middle school and only because they got paired up a lot for class projects. They’ve never been friends nor have they’ve talked much outside of class. Blair could feel every eye in the room watching her, each ear hungry to hear her answer. Blair felt her heart boiling her blood as her mind raced on what she should say. Blair didn’t want to go to prom in general but she also didn’t want to hurt Pete’s feelings with a 1/3rd of the school watching.

“Sure…” Blair murmured reluctantly and accepted the roses from Pete, trying to be careful to not touch his hand. Pete beamed with joy showing off his white teeth and metal braces. He remained kneeling on the floor beaming up at Blair for a second to long, just enough to make the situation more uncomfortable. “See ya on Saturday…” Blair said and gave a small wave before heading back to her lunch table with her friends.

That Saturday evening Blair didn’t put much effort into getting ready for prom. She wore a simple black dress and heels that she pulled from her closet. Blair wore her usual dark makeup and kept her hair straight and loose. Pete arrived at Blair’s house around 6 o’clock in his father’s luxury car. When Blair answered the door Pete presented her with a red rose corsage.

“Oh thank you. I completely forgot to get you a boutonniere…” Blair uttered, feeling slightly embarrassed as she knew her parents were watching from only a few meters away.

“You’re okay! Come on now or we’ll be late for dinner.” Pete said without skipping a beat. Pete lead Blair to the car and opened the passenger door for her. As they were on their way to dinner Pete refused to tell Blair where they were going. After 10 minutes of silent driving Pete pulled into one of the most expensive steak houses in town. Blair felt a sting of guilt when she realized that Pete was trying so hard to impress her yet she simply felt no spark for him. The two went inside the crowded restaurant where Pete had made reservations and they were immediately seated.

Blair searched the menu for anything that wasn’t red meat as she had a personal diet choice to not eat it. Pete ordered a 20 oz steak with a coke and Blair got a salmon fillet with iced tea. As they waited for their dinner to arrive Blair began to feel put off by Pete. In school he was quiet, submissive, and overall a nice kid. Yet right now his energy and body language is different; he seemed more confident but in a cocky way.

“Do you not like steak?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“I just don’t eat red meat.” Blair responded.

“How could you not eat red meat? It’s so good!” Pete acted like he was bewildered by the fact that some people choose to not eat certain things.

“It’s a personal choice.” Blair replied and took a sip of her iced tea. Pete trailed on about his carnivore diet and how humans supposedly need to eat red meat. Blair droned Pete out and began to stare out the window sitting behind him. It didn’t take long for Pete realize that Blair wasn’t listening and changed the subject.

“I’m really glad you’re going to prom with me, Blair.” Pete said snapping Blair’s attention back to him after saying her name.

“Oh yeah. No problem.” Blair said. Blair saw Pete’s lips curl slightly downwards before he snapped back to a smile.

“It’s been like my dream to go out with you since middle school. This is literally a dream come true.” Pete cooed trying to sound romancing but his charm had little to no effect on Blair. Blair didn’t have a response other than a quick smile before going back to her stoic expression. Pete could tell he was failing to woo her. Just then the waitress arrived with their food and placed down their plates. Pete’s steak took up nearly half his plate along side with a baked potato and a corn on the cob. Blair’s portions were much smaller but in the time it took her to eat her meal Pete had devoured his entire plate. Pete wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked at Blair in the eyes as he said, “That’s not all that I’m good at eating.”

Blair choked on her iced tea in disgust at Pete. She was not expecting a phrase such as that to come from Pete but he didn’t seemed bothered at all by what he said. Blair felt more uncomfortable than she already had and tried to sink deeper into the booth seat to be further away from Pete. Blair avoided eye contact but she could feel Pete’s glossy eyes burrowing into her. Blair wanted to vomit all over the table just so then she wouldn’t have to continue this date with this clown. The waitress arrived once again to deliver the bill as things were getting awkward. Pete paid the bill with his dad’s credit card but left no tip so Blair left behind what little cash she had on the table. Next stop was prom…

Upon arriving to prom there was already thumping music and a horde of students dancing on each other in the center of the school’s gym.

“Would you like to dance?” Pete asked offering his arm out to Blair.

“Honestly not quiet yet. I want to walk around and see who is all here first.” Blair had to practically yell over the music.

“Alright thats fine! I’ll walk with you.” Pete said barely audible with all the music but Blair could still make out the disappointment in his tone.

“Would you actually mind getting me a drink? I’m pretty thirsty.” Blair asked, trying to pull off her best sweetheart voice.

“Sure thing, darling!” Pete cheated and pecked Blair on the cheek before joining the line at the drink stand.

“Gross.” Blair muttered to herself and wiped her cheek of any Pete residue. Once Pete had left Blair’s sight, she took her chance and snuck to a bathroom outside of the gym. The bathroom was full of teenage girls touching up their makeup and spraying perfume. Blair pushed past and found an empty stall to lock herself in. Once she was hidden Blair pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a flask of rum, and her flip phone. Blair lit up a cigarette and began texting Kate.

“Pete is really creepy.” Blair sent. Almost immediately her phone buzzed with a reply.

“oh no :( u want me 2 come get u?” Kate’s text read.

“Yeah. He gives me bad vibes.” Blair typed and sent. Blair puffed on her cigarette and took a couple swings from her flask while she waited for Kate to reply. Blair��s phone vibrated with a new message from Kate.

“ok im omw b there in 30 mins.” Kate replied. Blair closed her phone and put it back in her purse then finished her cigarette. Blair threw the butt in the toilet without flushing it down. Blair made her way back into the gym and noticed that Pete was no longer waiting in the drink stand line. Blair began to search the gym for Pete checking every corner except for the crowd in the middle, she knew Pete wouldn’t be in there. Blair was about to start her second lap around the gym in her search when someone touched the center of her back. Blair jumped and twirled around to find pete standing behind her with two cups of red punch in his hands.

“Oh there you are. Hey so i kinda have some bad-“

“You have to try this punch! It’s amazing.” Pete cut Blair off and forced the plastic cup of punch into Blair’s hand. Pete watched Blair with wide eyes eager for her to drink. Blair felt reluctant at first but took a sip of the fruity drink just to make Pete somewhat pleased.

“Eh, it’s alright. But anyways I got a call from my mom, there’s a family emergency so she’s on her way to pick me up. I’m so sorry.” Blair broke it to Pete trying to sound sincere but straightaway she saw the light leave Pete’s eyes.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. How about you finish your drink and I’ll walk you outside.” Pete’s voice was low and monotone. Pete’s brown eye’s were fixated on the floor causing Blair’s heart to feel heavier with guilt. She realized that she had crushed this boy and ruined prom for him. Blair released a deep sigh as she ran her hand through her hair trying to think of any way she could make this up to him.

“She’s not getting here for at least another 30 minutes. Do you still want to dance?” Blair offered putting her hand on top of Pete’s.

“Sure…” Pete replied still in his monotone whisper, still looking at the floor. Blair glanced down at her still nearly full cup and quickly polished off her drink in one swing. Blair took Pete by his hand and dragged him to a part of the dance floor where some other couples were dancing but not overcrowding the area. As if on cue the D.J. began to play a slow song; Blair wrapped her arms over Pete’s shoulders and Pete placed his hands on Blair’s waist. The two began moving their feet in the shape of a cube swaying synchronized in a circle motion. As they danced Blair noticed that Pete wasn’t looking at her but instead glared straight ahead with a thousand yard stare. Blair knew that Pete was thinking deeply about something but about what she didn’t know. Blair looked on past Pete at the other couples dancing around them, all of them smiling and gazing into their loved one’s eyes. Blair felt a sort of envy for them. Blair shifted her focus back to Pete who quickly darted his eyes away the moment Blair looked at him but not before Blair could catch the cold, menacing energy in Pete’s brown eyes. Blair felt her stomach weigh down like cement, her own body trying to tell her that there was something wrong.

The D.J. faded the end of the song back in a fast pop beat and Pete immediately dropped his hands from Blair’s waist. Pete quickly turned away and started to head back for the table where the two had left their belongings.

“Where you going?” Blair asked following behind Pete.

“Just one dance will do. Your mom will be getting here soon.” Pete muttered in a low voice that Blair could barely hear over the music. Pete reached to table first and handed Blair her purse and threw his still full cup of punch into the trash. The two teens then headed for the doors as chaperones wished them a safe drive home. Once outside Blair’s skin covered in goosebumps due to the now chilly air nipping at the skin on her bare arms. Blair crossed her arms to keep warm cursing herself for not bringing a jacket. All of a sudden a warm black fabric was thrown over her shoulders. Blair looked over to see Pete wearing only his white button up.

“Won’t you get cold too?” She asked as she wrapped the jacket over herself.

“Not as cold as you’re gonna be.” Pete replied. Blair wanted to believe that Pete was well intended but the way he spoke made his last sentence seem darkly sarcastic. Blair and Pete walked to the end of the sidewalk and took a seat on the curb. The two sat in silence for a couple minutes as Blair kept an eye on the time on her phone. Only 15 more minutes until Kate should arrive.

“Did your mom tell you what was wrong?” Pete asked breaking the silence.

“Not really. She just said it was something to do with my dad.” Blair lied.

“I hope everything is okay.” Pete replied with the same ominous tone he used before. Suddenly Blair was hit with a wave of dizziness and exhaustion, her eyelids weighed ten times more and she fought to keep them open. A fuzzy numbness spread throughout her body making Blair feel extremely weak and unable to support herself. Blair’s body unintentionally leaned onto Pete’s for the support she desperately needed out of nowhere.

“You feeling alright?” Pete asked.

“Not really… I just got really tired all of a sudden. I think I might be getting sick.” Blair mumbled as best she could while her stomach churned like a storm. Blair attempted to check her phone again for the time but fumbled it from her fingers and onto the pavement. Blair went to pick it up but nearly fell forward when she leaned away from Pete’s support. Pete caught Blair by her shoulders and positioned her back upright.

“How about you go lay down in the car and I’ll keep an eye out for your mom.” Pete offered.

“No…it’s fine…I should stay here…” Blair fazed off unable to finish her sentence. Next thing she knew Pete had one of her arms wrapped over his shoulder and she was being lifted off the ground. Blair’s legs wobbled barely able to support her even with the help of Pete. “Please put m’down. I shoul’ stay ‘ere.” Blair mumbled slurring her words as the world spun around her in a blur. Pete walked Blair in a direction that she could not comprehend in her current state.

“It’s okay. I got you now.” Pete breathed into Blair’s ear but she barely understood what he said. To her his voice was muffled and distant despite him speaking straight into her ear. The next thing Blair knew was she was being laid down onto a cushy, leather seat and the sound of a car door slamming. Though her vision was blurry Blair could make out the interior of Pete’s car, she was in the back seat and Pete getting into the driver’s seat. Blair heard the engine roar to life along with three beeps before everything became black.

Chilly air nipped at Blair’s exposed skin and she felt a cold, plastic material underneath herself. A bright light illuminated at her feet shining light onto her nearby surroundings. Although Blair’s vision was still blurry she could make out that the blue plastic she lied on was surrounded by a flat cream colored land along with mountains standing out in the distance against the black starry sky. Blair attempted to sit up but the numbness continued to render her body useless. A shadow casted over Blair pulling her attention to a tall figure standing at her feet.

“All I wanted to do was to have a good time.” A low, familiar cocky voice hummed. “I did everything for you. I bought you flowers, an expensive dinner, took you to a dance…” the figure walked over to Blair’s side where the light shined onto it’s face confirming it to be Pete. Pete glared down at Blair as she lied helpless on the tarp. “And you repay me by going behind my back and lying to me.” Pete’s low tone shot up to anger when he spoke as he prowled in circles around Blair. “I just wanted to have one, ONE, good night with the girl I have been in love with for the past five fucking years! Is that to much to ask? Just one night, one chance to prove myself to you.” Pete suddenly froze in place on Blair’s right side with his back facing her, “I’ve never been good enough for you. I’ll never be good enough for you.” Pete muttered to himself but still vocal enough for Blair to hear. In a flash Pete spun on his heel and knelt down next to Blair hovering over her. Pete studied at her like a child would study a fly after ripping off it’s wings. Blair was physically unable to respond, all she could do was try to plead with her pale eyes. Pete was completely unaffected.

“You know, I did plan for this. I planned for this just in case you did break my heart. I knew that tonight I was finally going to know one of two things: what it was like to feel loved…” Pete paused as he reached for an object unseen to Blair, “or what it’s like to kill someone.” Blair’s eyes flashed with fear and she tried to speak to Pete but only a mess of slurred words came out. Pete smirked as he pulled a steel blade hunting knife into the night air high above his head. “Goodnight, love.” Pete whispered before plunging the knife into Blair’s stomach. Blair’s body jolted the moment the cold steel made contact several inches inside of her. Blood forced its way up her throat causing Blair to violently cough up blood all over her face. Pete pulled the knife up towards her ribs until Blair felt the knife hit her sternum. Pete continued to drag the blade past the sternum slicing her chest open to just below her collar bone. Although Blair’s body felt numb to her she still felt every bit of pain as Pete sliced through her. Blair’s watery eyes moved onto Pete’s face, his lips were curled into a deranged grin that Blair had never seen before. His eyes were wide and absorbing every detail of what he was doing to her. Blair couldn’t stand to look at Pete, her eyes fixated on the stars above her instead.

“This is it.” Blair’s thoughts repeated over and over. Suddenly she felt a soft, cold hand slip between her skin and wonder its way inside her torso. As soon as Blair felt fingers touching her organs the hand retreated along with sounds of Pete cringing.

“You know how they say it’s what’s on the inside that matters? Yeah, you’re really gross on the inside.” Pete mocked and wiped Blair’s blood off his hand with the handkerchief he had tucked in his pocket. Pete tossed the bloodied rag aside, stood back up and began to position each of Blair’s limps so each arm and leg were spread out from her body. Pete then picked up another object that was out of Blair’s line of sight but as he stood over her she could see that in his hands was an axe. Blair watched as Pete raised the axe above his head and brought the weapon down with such a force that the chomp echoed throughout the empty desert air. A sharp, burning sensation shot up Blair’s arm and throughout the rest of her body. The end of her left arm burned like hot iron where her hand should have been. Blair could only watch as the axe rose above her once again and came down just below her shoulder cutting the rest of her arm clean off. Blair could feel her blood pouring out of the open wound as it pooled around her.

Pete continued on with chopping off Blair’s right arm as easily as he did with her left. When Pete got down to her legs it took him a couple swings with the axe to detach one. Blair heard each swing tearing through her skin and crunching her bones. Pete splattered himself with Blair’s blood as he swung the axe like a mad man. Finally, after Pete had chopped off both of Blair’s legs, he took a step back to admire his work. Each hand, arm, and leg had been dismembered leaving Blair as only a head on a torso. Blair was still alive but only holding onto a thread. Blair gazed up at the night sky, there was billions upon billings of stars out tonight, and soon she knew she would be joining them. Despite the horrific circumstances, Blair felt at peace as she looked on into the sky. Just then Pete’s freckled face hovered directly in front of Blair, blocking her view with his expressions contorted with rage.

“Why are you not dead yet?!” Pete huffed with irritation. He brought the knife up the Blair’s face and began slashing into her features. Pete sliced Blair’s face from her hairline diagonally down across her nose and to her jaw. A second pass with the knife cut intersecting with the first on Blair’s nose and down to the jaw on the other side of her face. Blood seeped from the gashes and ran down Blair’s face soaking into her hair. Pete wasn’t satisfied yet; he took his knife and carved a Glasgow grin into Blair’s cheeks. Pete paused for a moment searching for any signs of life left in Blair. Blair’s eyelids began to flutter shut when Pete forced her right eye open with his fingers then dug his knife between her eyeball and socket. Pete stirred the knife around in Blair’s socket until her eyeball came loose. Pete plucked out her eyeball and held it between his fingers. Pete held Blair’s eye up to his face and gave her a mocking grin before tossing the eyeball off to the side. Although Blair was so close to death, this action made her blood boil. A deep, burning hatred for Pete mustered in her core. She never asked for this. She never asked for Pete to corner her into going to prom, she never asked for the flowers or the expensive dinner or to be axe murdered in the middle of the fucking desert. Pete had forced it all on her. Blair had never felt hatred and anger this strong before, she almost believed a demon had taken over her body but she knew this hatred was her own being.

Using the last bit of her energy Blair glared at Pete with her remaining eye, a glare so strong Pete felt it burning through him. This last action on Blair’s part was enough to send Pete into another fit of murderous rage. Pete slashed at Blair’s throat with the knife delivering the final blow to send Blair off. Pete continued to slice at Blair’s throat over and over until the blade hit a Blair’s vertebra. Pete slowed himself down, breathing heavily as he stared down at the corpse beneath him. There Blair lied, bloody, battered, and lifeless. Pete wiped a sweat off his forehead only to smear blood across his face. Pete gave out a chuckle which grew into a maniacal laughter that echoed miles throughout the empty desert for nobody to hear. Pete had discovered a newfound love for having control. From this day forth Pete was done being treated like a doormat, if anybody even looked at him the wrong way they will meet the same fate as Blair. Pete calmed his laughter and focused his attention back onto Blair, he noticed that Blair had died with an aggravated expression. Pete chuckled as he found it amusing that even in death that Blair was still a bitch. Pete leaned over Blair’s dismembered corpse, hovering his face inches above hers. Slowly, Pete leaned in pressing his lips onto Blair’s, they were still warm as Pete kissed her lifeless body, enjoying his only chance to ever kiss her. No air escaped from Blair confirming to Pete that she was dead.

Pete gently lifted his face up breaking the physical contact but still remaining less than an inch from Blair. As Pete’s eyes fluttered open he was met with an pale blue eye staring back up at him.

“What the fuck!?” Pete screamed then pulled away from Blair who continued to glare at him the same way she did before she died. Pete was so stunned that he didn’t notice a bodiless hand climbing it’s way up his pants leg. By the time Pete realized something was touching him the hand had already made it’s way inside Pete’s shirt and was now digging it’s nails into Pete’s skin. Pete fell over in shock landing right next to Blair as he tried to slap the reanimated hand off himself. “What’s happening!?” Pete cried out as he continued to fail to get the hand off of him. The hand had dug it’s nails so deep into the skin on Pete’s stomach that it began to burrow it’s way into Pete. Pete cried out in the most pain he’s ever felt when a second hand climbed onto him and joined it’s companion in tearing into Pete’s stomach. The two hands worked together at pulling Pete’s skin apart so they could enter his body through the hole in his stomach and begin working to pull out his intestine. Tears streamed down the sides of Pete’s red face and his white button up quickly turned scarlet red with his blood. Pete lied quivering on the ground kicking his feet and clutching onto his stomach. Pete grew silent as he watched in horror as the body next to him slowly sit up, the head loosely hanging upside down by the skin on her neck. Pete’s eyes made contact with a pale blue eye that blinked at him a couple times before Blair gave Pete a wide, bloodied smile.

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