Jefferson Edwards was obsessed. It wasn't that they were perfect crimes. There was plenty of evidence left behind. It was that despite all the evidence left behind, the crimes left most of the nation puzzled. The hair from a lion, the scale of a snake and the water droplets, all evidence left on the corpses contained human DNA. As the corpses began to pile up from California to Missouri to Boston, the FBI became involved. It was the featured story on every main news circuit for months. Conspiracy theorists latched on to it with a fervor, but one young man grasped it that much harder. As a young journalist, Jefferson had a lot to prove, and a story like this was just the thing to prove it.
He accepted a job in southern California, where most of the deaths occurred. His apartment walls were covered in facts, rumors and theories. His vacation days were only used for days when a lead would take him longer than a lunch break or a weekend. He knew almost as much as the FBI: The DNA could be split up into two distinct sources: one male and one female. The deaths weren't random, there was a pattern. The bodies were those whose crimes involved children. It didn't matter the level of the crime. If the law couldn't provide justice or the convicted didn't want to change, there was now a death wish hanging over your head.
Years passed, the body count still grew, and the nation kept FBI kept watching, hoping for a slip-up, and Jefferson never stopped searching. The children began to tell stories. Not of Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, but of a boy and a girl, twins - their own personal guardian angels. Like with all children's stories, they gave them a name - The Wonder Twins.
Jefferson grew even more obsessed. Validation became desperation, and the imaginary became "real". The Wonder Twins weren't just his meal ticket, they became his companions on a seemingly never-ending journey. But the imaginary would finally become real, on a mundane Thursday night.
He could have sworn he turned the lamp off. He was also pretty sure that he didn't own a tabby cat with eyes that changed from green to lavender, and the mist that was surrounding his feet and the entire living room floor was definitely not his. Thankfully, they were in a playful mood.