Clash of the Titans
Jack Crawford worked hard to find Special Agent Rhea Blackston. They had been tracking down the Beowulf of New York when she had disappeared. The Notorious serial killer and cannibal had been recently found out to be her twin brother Cronus. He still found it creepy that her parents had named both children after the Titans that spawned the gods. It wasn't very funny since there were already two copy cats that had been the Beowulf's apprentice that called themselves. Zeus and Hera. Both killed by Rhea when last confronted. It had angered her twin. Jack winced limping along side his other fellow FBI agents heading for the Cabin there in Sleepy Hollow New York's park side that mimicked the countryside. Fear gripping at him almost at every turn thinking of all the previous victims, he didn't want her to turn into another Miriam Lass, he couldn't, not to another psycopath.
The Night was cold and his breath rose on the air as Cronus watched his sister, blood tracing down his chin, having fallen for her trap she had red all down her pant leg of her right leg. He was a tall man with stunning looks, handsome, carved from marble if marble could be rendered as flesh. His dark auburn hair had red tints to it. His green eyes intent upon his twin sister in front of him. Gripping the wires that now bound him to the sycamore tree. Blood down her own chin staining her lips. She watched her brother caught in the trap tracing the wolf cages latch. Rhea was a slender five eight with soft pale skin almost as pale as the new powdered snow falling around them. Hair so red it was russet auburn like fall leaves in a forgotten forest, so long she had braided it and tied it back, bangs streaked. Her features were soft but striking and her blue eyes watched him back like a hawk knowing the mouse was hiding. The snows around her twin brother were stained red. Then again his legs were useless now. Bending down she collected his blood in a small vial it mixed with the ash of their parents. Clipping it closed, she knew the hostages should be stumbling upon the FBI Agents. Jack wasn't a idiot.
"I will never stop dear sister, there are other ways to kill, a man doesn't need legs." He mused.
He looked at her with a smug look to arch a brow as she took his key unlocking the locks to the cages. Standing between them staining the snow under her red. Gripping the leather ties to their levies. Glaring at her she looked up, if Rhea felt anything for her brother it wasn't showing upon her face.
"Yes but a man needs to breathe, a brain, and a heart. You should have left me be dear brother, the fact you lost your Zeus and Hera should have been warning enough," she chided almost scornfully.
He glared at her but she tilted her head without a word of good bye she pulled open the doors the wolves rushed out and to Cronus.
"Goodbye Beowulf." She turned walking away as they ripped into him, never once did cronus scream. She didn't expect him to.
Jack could see figures in the distance calling they rushed to see the hostages. Getting them to follow an officer out of the woods and to seek medical attention. Still pushing on ahead his legs burned and his chest ached. Moving as he saw red in the snow until it disappeared. Dropping to his knees he started digging around his hand hitting something. Pulling away the snows he found a shoulder. Moving faster he uncovered Rhea and turned her after pulling her out. Rushing to put his ear to her chest. Still feeling her heart beating. Her hands were cut deep and her leg looked slightly off, like someone had tried to snap it like a twig and twisted at the same time. Picking her up he made no waste of time to yell. Watching Rhea be loaded into the ambulance and taken to the Local ER.
Jack moved back into the woods with the hunting team to finish the man hunt for the Beowulf of New York. Lights turned on to show the once sadistic serial killer. Jack's steps slowed to see flesh torn into, entrails of the intestine dragged out on the snows. Wolf paws around the sides of him. The M. E. looked him over. Jimmy price was good at his job and a bit disturbed by this one.
"His heart is missing as is his lungs." He observed to look at him, "He was still alive when they were ripped out."
Jack winced, even for a brutal killer like Cronus that was still one hell of a painful way to go.
"Did the wolves get at him?" Jack asked curiously, wondering why he was strung up to the tree in the first place.
"It's possible, both were bitten and pulled out of him while he was still breathing, I surprised we didn't hear any screaming, his throat is intact as is his voice box." Jimmy confirmed looking down his throat for anything that could have blocked it and found nothing.
Jack breathed out though as he watched the other Agents mill about the crime scene collecting any and all evidence. Feeling finally tired as relief coursed through his body. It was over….