BLOODLINES
Warning: Not for the weak hearted, there are going to be some gory, gruesome scenes and scary stuff in here. PG-14
A/N: so yeah, i guess i got in the mood like 2 hrs ago and since i had promised that if i get a good idea, i'll post, I decided to write this. Let me know what u guys think.
I'm sorry but there's no way i can finish this fic by Halloween; hope u'll keep reading anyway. and it hasn't been beta'd so bear with me.
Summary: a Palex Halloween Fic
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or any of it's characters.
Chapter 1
A myth to a common person, the 'Force' had its roots in all branches and areas of crime prevention. The cases that the 'Force' was asked to solve could not be dealt by any other branch. These were the cases that even a police officer was not equipped to know. The monogram that was made to resemble that of FBI's with a golden 'F' emblem, was anything but that, because the cases the 'Force' dealt with could even make any FBI agent's spine shudder. Any knowledge of the cases could make a whole city restless and fearful if they knew that crimes like these were even committed in the cities they considered safe.
The expertise of the 'Force' was to investigate phenomena like pentagrams and witchcraft, curses, practices of human sacrifices, legends and old artifacts. Their purpose was to find the meanings of all these and investigate such practices. The officers of the 'Force' risked their lives as much as any other crime branch but they had taken an oath to secrecy, to never disclose the operations of the 'Force' to any living soul.
The physical training to enter the 'Force' required a training equivalent to any police academy but this was only the beginning. All recruits had to go through extensive tests and evaluation to train them to face any horrific situation they could possibly encounter while on duty.
Extensive fear tests, optimal performances under maximum stress levels and target practicing with blindfolds, were only a minor part of the training exercises offered by the 'Force' academy. The 'Force' demanded only the best of the best and agent Alex Nunez was just that. She had been on the 'Force' for two years now.
When the Montreal branch of the 'Force' had been unable to solve the mystery of the serial killings that had been reported to have occurred in East Montreal in the span of four years, they had asked for a good officer from the Toronto branch to come and help them. Alex Nunez was the first name that was recommended. Because of her intelligence and expert performance in solving the 'Shomak case' of Waterloo, she had been promoted to a rank of a senior agent within the second year of her entry into the 'Force'. She was given one junior agent to serve under her, Gavin Mason; and two uniform officers at her disposal at all times during any case investigation.
However, now she had safely returned home to Toronto and was currently on a leave of absence for a couple of days so that she could help with the preparation of the wedding of her old friend, Jay Hogart.
"Paige what are you doing out on the bench? It's time to go."
Dylan called Paige for the third time to come back inside the church. The funeral was over and most people had started to leave.
The death of Peter Michalchuk had been hard for the whole family that consisted of her parents, David and Rose Michalchuk and her brother, Dylan. But Paige had taken the death harder than anyone had. After the death of Beth, her grandmother and the wife of Peter Michalchuk, they had both found solace in each other. Her grandfather used to tell her stories about their family and she used to tell him stories of her high school and college in exchange. The bond they shared was special to both of them and Paige knew that she was going to miss him very much now that he was gone. She took out the piece of paper that was the last thing her grandfather had given to her. It was the Michalchuk family tree drawn on a parchment paper.
"Paige?" Paige looked up at the beautiful brown-haired woman who stood in front of her.
The girl was slender but looked tough at the same time. Her figure blocking the sun was giving her an angelic look. Paige couldn't stop staring at her.
She completely ignored that the brunette knew her name.
"The curly blonde guy? Is he related to you?"
"Huh? Yeah, he's my brother."
Paige rolled her eyes at the thought of another beautiful female falling for her brother.
"Well, he's been calling your name forever. Aren't you gonna go inside?"
"No, I think I'll just sit here a bit longer."
Paige, still feeling a little nostalgic, replied, looking down once again at the paper she held inside a diary.
"Do you mind if I sit with you then?"
Alex, sensing the disturbed mood of the blonde girl, decided to give her company.
Jay Hogart and his fiancé, Cristy, had gone inside the church to confirm arrangements for their upcoming wedding next week and Alex had felt completely out of place this whole time. She had spotted the blonde girl sitting outside the church as soon as they had come in. Something about this girl had struck a chord deep within her. The beauty of the girl had caused Alex to want to talk to her ever since she had laid eyes on her.
"Not at all." Paige smiled.
Alex sat down next to her. She wanted to say something but she was surprised at her own nervousness.
'If anyone from the 'Force' could see me now, they would certainly be laughing.'
Alex smiled at herself.
"So what brought you here?" Paige casually initiated the conversation since it provided her another chance to look at the brunette who now sat beside her.
"My friend, Jay. He's getting married in this church next week so he asked me to come along."
"That's sweet."
"What?" Alex asked.
"Your friend asking you to come, it's sweet."
"Yeah, I guess. Why are you here?"
"My grandpa. We had his funeral just now."
"I'm sorry." Alex unconsciously placed her hand on the blonde's. It was as if electricity had passed through both of them. They both stared at each other as both pulled their hands back, feeling as if a line had been crossed somehow.
"I should go." Alex stood up.
"Yeah, I should go too before Dylan sends a search team for me. It was nice meeting you."
"Yeah, same here. Will I see you again?"
"I don't know. I don't even know your name if I wanted to look you up."
Paige said, surprising herself.
"Alex Nunez." She stretched her arm as an excuse to touch Paige once again.
"Paige Michalchuk." Paige shook her hand.
"You can always come by the church next weekend and ask for the best woman." Alex suggested another way for them to meet again.
"I'll keep that in mind." Paige giggled.
"Bye." Alex said before she went inside the church and Paige watched her.
In the evidence room, both Agent Alex Nunez and her junior partner Agent Gavin Mason were busy examining the evidence that they had found not a few hours ago. The room was decorated with white ceramic tiles on the walls and the floor, giving it a mortuary look; but it was not something the two agents weren't used to. Many of their days and nights had been spent here, examining evidence and searching for clues through them.
"What's up with you?" Agent Mason asked.
"What, Gavin?" She looked up at him. He was smiling.
"I could never think a switchblade soaked in goat's blood was even mildly funny."
"What are you talking about?"
Alex asked looking up as she removed the latex gloves from her hands and disposed them in the bio-hazard can.
"You were smiling, Nunez." He informed her.
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were. Now tell me what the deal is?"
"There's no deal."
"Okay, so she said, 'no'."
Gavin Mason gloated even though a girl saying 'no' to Alex, in no way, improved his score in the department.
"No," Alex defended herself, "I didn't ask yet."
"Are you going to?"
"I don't know."
"Then that's a, 'no'."
Mason was persistent.
"It's a 'maybe', Gavin." She said, deflecting the conversation back to the switchblade, "There's some sort of writing on it. Find out what it says. Why would a person leave a knife with goat's blood unless he wanted us to find it?"
"Hmmm, how do you know it's a man?" Mason asked.
"Part of the blade is blunt because of the force applied to it. It's definitely a man."
"What do you think it means?"
"I don't know yet. Examine it for fingerprints, although, I don't think we would find anything. Also, run a check for any blood or anything suspicious in the fifty meter radius. Call me on my cell as soon as you find anything." Alex said as she took off the white coat and put on her jacket. "I'm going to go home and do my homework on blades tonight."
"Some lullaby to fall asleep to."
Mason winked his left eye.
"Better than running a scan on them."
She winked back at him.
Paige pulled out the paper out of her purse and placed it on her study table. She picked up a black pen and put 'Michalchuk Family Tree' on the top of the parchment paper. She then put the year of death of Peter Michalchuk under his name, filling in the blank year… '2008'
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Then she picked up a writing pad and just started doodling on it. The name she had written down in the middle of her doodling was 'Alex Nunez'.
"What did you find, Gavin?" Alex asked, picking up her cell phone.
The ring tone was set specifically for Gavin Mason just in case she had to pick it in the dark, she knew who to yell at without having to read the caller ID. Tonight, it hadn't been that late, though she was in her pajamas, half lying with the laptop on her lap. She was still reading up on switchblades.
"Get this, Alex. It's an artifact alright. A fifteenth century old artifact. They don't make this kind anymore. The metal acquired to make it was mixed with an alloy that's not used anymore for the mere reason that it's not strong enough. This explains why the blade is blunted… it wasn't meant to cut flesh, goat or human. Why was the switchblade used at all, considering it's a comparatively harmless weapon anyway, I still have no clue."
"Hmmm, did you check the area for anything?"
Alex, somehow, was not surprised by the information she had just received.
"How do you know what questions to ask, Alex?"
"So you did find something?"
"Yeah, another blade, exactly like this one."
"Any blood on it?"
"No, it's clean."
"Did you find out what it says on the blade yet?"
"Yeah, it's a family name and not even a common one for that. This looks like an easy one, Alex."
"A name?"
Alex was surprised. 'This really did look too easy'.
"Yeah, it says 'Michalchuk' on it."
"Michalchuk? Okay Mason, I'm on my way to the office."
To be continued...
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