19:45 P.M.
Kristel Hettler Memorial Library
Ark, Minnesota
"I don't know Tom, I don't think I'm ready." Casey said, adjusting her body so she was facing away from him. Tom rolled his eyes and shoved the book digging into his stomach off the table.
"Come on, we talked about this," he took her hand, "I promise I'll be as gentle as possible."
Casey looked down at their entwined fingers, then shook her head. "Monica said it would hurt a lot."
Tom lightly squeezed her palm. "Monica's still a virgin, she and Jake never did it. Besides, with a condom and taking it slowly, it'll be better than whatever she told you."
Casey stared in the eyes. "You promise?"
Tom placed his other hand on his chest. "I solemnly swear."
After a few seconds, Casey smiled and nodded, "Alright."
Tom knocked all the other books to the floor and lay Casey gently on the table, sliding his hands playfully slow up her legs. She giggled at the tingling sensation. Casey thought she heard the sound of a door closing as she kissed Tom; then the scuffling of someone moving books.
Sounds of hollowed footsteps approaching rang throughout the library.
"What was that?" Casey cried, as the footsteps became closer together, gaining speed. Tom climbed off the table and reached into his bag on the floor, producing a small switchblade. He flicked it open, turning to her, "Stay here."
Casey clutched her shoulders as Tom threw open the door of the study room, and slowly stepped out. He silently closed it behind him.
She didn't hear anything for a few minutes. Sliding off the table, Casey scooped her textbooks into her bag and slung it over her shoulder hurriedly. "Tom?" She called out. Voices spoke unintelligibly outside the door, sending chills throughout her body.
The door burst open, making her scream. Tom appeared, smiling.
"You jerk!" She cried, stepping forward and slapping him on the shoulder. "Who was that?"
"Just the librarian. She forgot her keys or something."
Casey breathed, relieved. "Ok then! Let's finish this back at my house."
As she went to move past Tom, he spoke. "Don't forget your purse." He pointed back at the blue velvet item under the overturned chair.
"Thanks, that would've sucked to lose that." Casey walked to the table and bent down. She didn't noticed Tom walking up to her, or the black sheen that flooded his eyes, blocking out his pupils.
She especially didn't see him raise the switchblade.
12:15 P.M.
Kristel Hettler Memorial Library
Ark, Minnesota
The gray rental sedan pulled into the crowded parking lot, settling into a spot near the back. As the two people got out, the on-scene reporter near the entrance was given a countdown as the cameraman switched his device on. She quickly adjusted her hair then raised her mic and read off the portable prompter.
"Tragic news today as two young students were found murdered here at the Kristel Hettler Memorial Library this morning. Police say that they were partly mutilated and several internal organs are missing."
As the two coated people walked past her, the newswoman continued her report until an officer approached her and ordered the camera be shut off. They flashed card cases at the officers guarding the door, whom escorted them inside. Passing by a sobbing woman talking to another officer, they were left before a man with a wide brimmed brown hat.
"Sheriff Tyler?" The coated man asked, to which the sheriff nodded.
"We're Agents Mulder and Scully. I believe you were the one who left me a message at the Washington Bureau?"
Tyler nodded, "Yeah, that was quite a skill trying to get in touch with you. I had to go through about five special procedures before I could even get to your office line!"
Mulder smiled, "I have a certain thing about unknown contacts." He stepped toward the taped off staircase. "Is this where the crime scene is located?"
The sheriff nodded and pushed the tape upward so the two agents could climb the stairs. Mulder spotted traces of blood along the carpet leading down the runner, each spot was marked with a numbered card. He took a pair of gloves the passing examiner offered and slid them on, handing a pair to Scully.
"Sheriff, in your report in says that the two found were students at the nearby highschool?" Scully asked, scanning over the file Tyler had handed her.
"Yeah, Tom Valentine and Casey Morrow." He shook his head painfully, "He was a running back for Turtles, that's the school's team, and she was on the yearbook staff."
They reached a guarded door at the end of the floor, and the sheriff waved off two more officers before grasping the knob, "Hold onto your hats." Mulder feigned the notion as Tyler threw open the door.
The small room that once held tables, chairs and small shelves was coated in blood. The tables were neatly pushed against the back wall with each chair stacked atop them. The small metal shelves were pressed tightly against the ends of the table and chair structure, which made ample room for the crudely drawn pentagram on the floor.
Scully crossed the symbol and bent down, sliding a finger across it and inspecting her finger. Mulder thanked the sheriff and joined her.
"Graveyard dirt?" He asked.
She shook her head, "Seems like some kind of chalky powder, possibly concrete." She gave her covered finger a tiny lick. "Well that solves it."
Mulder looked puzzled. "What does?"
Scully raised an eyebrow. "This substance is cocaine."
"Ay corumba."
She inspected the three small pots laid across the center of the design where all the lines crossed, lifting the lids and peeking inside.
"Appears to be a small intestine cut into sections, a liver and a lung."
Mulder breathed deeply, walking past her and looking over the odd placement of the furniture. "Why do you think the perp did this?"
Scully closed the lid and looked at him. "He seems meticulous, judging by the unique and perfect formation. It's like he practiced it over and over til it was just right."
Mulder smiled, "Either that or he's a master at Tetris."