I do not own Law and Order: SVU or any other version. This story is written because I had an idea, a computer, and time.
The dead of night is interrupted when a young man runs through some bushes, frantic to get away from where he just was. His shirt is stained with blood. As the young man arrives at a bridge, he looks around trying to get his bearings straight, another young man, about his age but taller, steps out from above the bridge and jumps off, landing on the first man. The attacker begins stomping on the ankles of the wounded man. The Tall man tightens his glove, before punching him in the jaw. "You had this coming. I tried to warn you. Again and again. But you never learned. So now, this lesson will be your last."
The badly hurt man tries to speak, but he is cut off when his attacker pulls a small plant out of the ground and forces the roots deep into the back of his throat. After a few minutes, the plant is pulled out of his mouth, and the attacker lies on the ground, pulling the dying man over him, driving his shin into his wind-pipe, while at the same time, pulling down on his head. After a few minutes, the dying man stops struggling. However the choke is not released until five minutes afterward.
As the murderer pushes the dead man off of him a female figure reaches them, checking his pulse. "Anything?" The tall man asks. "Nothing. He's dead." The woman replies. The tall man gets up, grabs the dead man's head, and violently breaks his neck. "Let's be sure. Are we covered?" "Of course. No one will tie us to this crime. Now, let's get you out of those clothes, get rid of them and back to where were supposed to be." "Right. I think I'll enjoy this."
This is the beginning of my first L.A.O: S.V.U. story. Sorry I couldn't be more descriptive, but I had to be discrete. The man of the dead man and the case's opening will be shown in the next chapter. Please review.
