"Hemlock"
Chapter 1
She'd got him wrong, but that was her loss, wasn't it? There had been many theories about how she had been murdered. Poisoning was one of them. Bear attacks. Suicide is another. If you consider force-feeding Hemlock flowers down a person's throat, or subtly mixing it in some drink, poisoning. You're not too far off the mark…
The old house, with its wildly overgrown Hemlock garden, was silent, secretive, and dangerous indeed. It wasn't even much of a house, just more of an old wooden shed, with the looks of it, bound to crumble in on itself. It was out in the plains, where you'd normally find growing Hemlock…
However, in a town, there had been a recent blow-up of the plant. Residents are warned to be cautious and wary when dealing with it, and were told to wear clothing that covers your skin. Although the plant isn't toxic to the touch, it stays on your skin, so if you ever wipe your nose or eat something from your hands, you're bound to be intoxicated by it. As if that would help them…
Inevitable. The plant just kept spreading. Children aren't allowed to go outside as much anymore. Seven deaths have been reported lately, and all of them were somehow thought to be bear attacks or brutal suicides, for people had ingested great amounts of Hemlock into their systems and a fatal tear in their necks. It is also seen that they had convulsions or seizures just before they died, as a side effect of eating it. But something seemed off to the detective, named Jamie. She noticed that Hemlock had actually, possibly been forced down each of the victims' throats, all equally as brutal, for every throat's center had been torn and bloodied, and jaws broken… dangling even... Trails of tears from corpses' eyes, that now look dead. It's sickening…
She had reported this before, but investigators believed it to be a bear attack, for the ripped out throats made out to show the looks of a bear's mouth. Much to Jamie's disgust, she was determined to prove to them that it was in fact, not a bear, but another human being. And so as the weeks passed, victim by victim. Same murder method again and again, she had her proof, although the photo was seen blurred. The silhouette was much smaller than that of a bear, and much more human like. But, even if she had her proof, it would be unreliable to even use. For anyone could say that it was photo shop or 'too blurry', they'd point that out fairly quickly. But, she had already risked her life once, would she dare do it again?
