Story #1- Sound
Characters: Emily (POV), Morgan
Word Count: 270
Rating: FRT
Warnings: Angst, implied violence, bereavement.
She watches, despite herself, morbidly entranced as Morgan attempts to hold the vic's screaming mother back from the crime scene. The CSI's are crowding the area. NYPD Officers are warding off the neighbours accumulating on the street.
Horrific, is the only word to describe a scene like this. Unfortunately, horrific is nothing new.
Shrill cries rise over the pierce of sirens as the woman begs and bargains with god, with the cops, with the spouse she won't allow to comfort her.
Her fists impact Morgan's chest vainly in her frustration to reach what remains of her child. What she doesn't realize now, is that this restraint is in her best interest. There's nothing left of her child to see.
Emily tries to look away, tries to be objective, reasonable. But suddenly, the cries stop. The noise assaulting her ears is dramatically and unexpectedly reduced, as though the air itself stilled.
The woman abruptly ceased her struggle, shock engulfing her faculties, and sank slowly to her knees on the dew coated grass. The rupture of her broken heart finally spreading to her mind.
Unblinking, her eyes focused on some unseen point of interest, known only to her in her despair. No longer needing restraint, the woman's husband took over, kneeling next to her, whispering through tears and wrapping her in an embrace that she did not return.
Sound continued to swirl around them, the ambience that generally accompanies public realization of another's terror. The sympathy and fascination of bystanders carried on the wind, almost deafening in volume.
The occasional gasping sob of the mother seemed all that remained of her now.