Supernatural
Supernatural
AU-AU-AU-AU-AU-AU-AU-AU! So expect OOCness. Kay. R&R.
Summary- Bakura and Seto are Gifted. Bakura can read minds and bend people to his will. Seto is a telekinetic. People with Gifts are rare but when they find a teenage boy with extremely strong power, they take him in to teach him. But they're not the only one interested in him….
AN- Expect OOCness. Yaoi. Don't like, don't read.
Chapter One-
The knife flew across the room, embedding itself in the wooden panelling behind the man's head.
"Where are you! Show yourself!" Suzuki Seiko yelled as his eyes darted wildly across the room. A low chuckle sounded from the shadows. Seiko repeated his question, yelling at the person in the shadows.
"Can't you ask civilly? I think he's asking for a demonstration Seto."
"Bakura, I think you're getting a bit excited. Finish him off and be done with it."
Seiko's frenzied yells increased as he backed up against wall.
The knife was wrenched out of the wall and Seiko muffled a shriek as he found the blade against his throat.
"Suzuki Seiko, you have been accused of stealing innocence. Your punishment," his attacked, smirked at Seiko's shocked face, "shall continue in the next world" He began to laugh insanely as the blood spilled out of Seiko's throat.
Detective Isis Ishtar shook her head at the torso of the corpse. She had been a homicide detective for five years but this murder had chilled her to the core of her being. His walls were splattered with blood and his limbs had been ripped off. His eyes had been torn out of his head, his hands and tongue lying on the coffee table, his chest had a gaping hole where his heart should be and he had been castrated. Even more disturbing was the message written on the wall in the victims blood.
His eyes will never watch another child
His heart will never lust for them,
His hands will never hold them down
His tongue will never force its way into them
He will not take another child's innocence
Suzuki Seiko got what he deserved.
"Sounds like our vic had a few bad habits."
Isis looked at Otogi who was taking photos of the body.
"That's an understatement."
"Any ideas 'bout the killer"
"Grudge motive. Maybe someone he abused or a friend. Bit gruesome though. Looks like our guy enjoyed it."
"Still if the message is true… then I agree with the killer. It sounds like he raped kids."
Isis nodded, and turned away refocusing her attention on the message.
"Oh my God… Isis… you gotta see this. This guy is sick!"
"I think we've seen that the killer is—GODS!"
Isis was speechless as she looked into the room. The sheets were splattered with blood and semen. The wardrobe was opened and she saw a box with photos and videos. A camera was in the corner, the flashing red light showing that it was still running. A red headed woman, lifted a photo out of the box. Hands trembling she looked at it and screamed, as she dropped it like it was burning her hands.
"Serenity!"
A brown haired man ran over and bundled Serenity into his arms, letting her cry on his shirt.
"Tristan, it.. it was sick. The boy looked so young!" She continued to cry, occasionally babbling incoherently into Tristan's shirt. Isis swallowed nervously and looked at the photo. She gasped, she could understand why the picture had made Serenity cry. In the picture was a white haired teenager, struggling against the ropes that bound him to the bed. He was beautiful, the epitome of purity and innocence.
How could anyone do that to someone so innocent?
Scrawled into the right hand corner of the picture was a name, an age and a date. Ryou, 14, 19/10/08. This had happened just yesterday. Soundlessly she passed the photo to Otogi, still seeing the look of fear in the boy's eyes. Otogi's eyes widened as he looked over the picture, in shock and anger.
"How could anyone taint something so pure…" Serenity murmured into Tristan's chest.
"Get the body over to the morgue. I want Malik to perform on autopsy on it immediately."
"Why now?" Tristan asked.
"Because there's a chance that this boy maybe a possible witness."