Madisen had been in Boulder, Colorado for a short amount of time. She had overheard a couple of men on the other side of the pump, she was at a gas station, talking about a death. Some man's heart practically leaped ten feet out of his chest, making it sound too much like a cartoon for her taste. Yes, it was definitely her kind of case. After overhearing the three men talk about it, Madisen immediately went to her car and started towards Oklahoma. She had just finished a case in Colorado with a witch.
That witch, was actually a demon buying people's souls. It wasn't as uncommon as one would think. In fact, most 'witches' were demons who gave up the whole crossroads thing. Well, the one's she met were. This witch-demon had given a man a spell for people to do whatever he said. One of the people he commanded, he told to 'screw off' in a rather nasty way. She couldn't even imagine...
Madisen drove to Oklahoma nonstop until she reached a local inn. She rented a room and as soon as she got there, the first thing Madisen did was go to bed. Not even bothering to change the clothes she had been wearing since the witch-hunt. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. She dreampt of herself hunting a werewolf pack. It wasn't an easy hunt. Nor was it her cleanest.
Madisen woke up around 9:30 the next morning. She had hated Mondays, no idea as to why, she just did. Maybe it was because she wasn't a morning person and she always had to get up early on Mondays. Slowly, she rolled out of bed and went to the shower. In her opinion, she smelt really bad. An image in the mirror caught her eye, her hair was all over the place. She shook her head and climbed into the shower.
After she got out, Madisen put on a suit and went to brush her hair. She looked in the mirror saw herself staring right back at her. Dark brown eyes with brown hair that went an inch or two past the shoulders. There was a blonde streak on the right side of her hair. A scar ran from the left side of her jaw to her collarbone. A souvenir from her time with her pack long ago. Madisen shook her head and began to braid her hair. She left the room going outside and to her truck, trying to find her FBI badge. Once found, she grabbed her keys, locked her hotel room and went to find a diner. Man was she starving!
As soon as she arrived, her eyesight was immediately taken by the 1967 Impala sitting out front. It was in great condition too. After a moment of gazing she turned off the truck and went inside. The smell of fresh bacon and pancakes and coffee greeted her as she stepped in making her stomach growl.
Looking around she noticed two FBI agents next to a man in a trenchcoat. The man in the trenchcoat ignored her and went to looking out the window. However the two agents looked nervous when they noticed Madisen. She simply nodded in their direction as greeting and sat down at the counter. She ordered scrambled eggs with a side of bacon, sausage, and coffee.
Madisen finished her meal quickly and walked over to the other agents, leaving money on the counter for her food and a tip. The agents friend, the one in the trenchcoat, had gone and yet she didn't see him leave. It was a little strange, but maybe she wasn't paying attention. Or maybe said man was just in the restroom.
"Agents," Madisen greeted, standing next to their table.
"I'm special agent Hudson and this is my partner, special agent Skully," one of the men said. Hudson, as he said he was.
"And might I say, you look lovely today," Skully cut in, giving a flirtatious smile. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Hudson had brown hair that went to his shoulders, and brown eyes. The man was slightly older than herself and by his build, she could tell he got into fights a lot. That and he seemed like he had military training. Judging by his torso he was taller than the man across from him. He was showing her his FBI badge. Hudson's partner, Skully, had shorter and lighter hair, almost blonde. Skully had green eyes. With his build one could tell he fought a lot too, with military experience as well. He was, however, shorter than his partner. Skully also held out his badge.
"I'm agent Alice White of the FBI," Madisen lied, also holding out her badge. Of course it was fake, but they wouldn't notice.
"So, you here about the murder?" Skully asked.
"I'd say so. A heart practically leaping out of some person's chest seems like my kind of thing," she explained.
Hudson nodded, "Find anything?"
"I haven't checked the body. I was actually heading over there now."
"Awesome. Well, we'll come with you," Said Skully, standing up.
"That's sweet, really. But I know the way to the morgue," she winked, walking towards the door with a smile. She opened the door and left. Just before she closed the diner door she heard Agent Hudson say something along the lines of, 'Dude, you just got rejected'.
With the smile even bigger on her face, she went to her truck, got in, and turned it on. Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi was playing. She sang it all the way to the morgue. Kids today would say that the songs she listened to were outdated. Not that it mattered to her. Besides, she did grow up with these songs.
"Coroner says the heart was ejected from the body," said the detective.
Madisen never really did catch her name. But she decided to call her Miss for now. "Any idea what happened detective?" she asked.
"A lot of people were thinking drugs, Agent White," said Miss. "An ass load of drugs."
Madisen gave her a questioning look, "But you don't believe that? Do you?"
Miss nodded her head and lifted the sheet off of the victim's body, revealing a heart shaped exit wound. "Never seen an eight ball do that," Miss said, nodding at the hole in the man's chest.
She nodded. It definitely wasn't drugs that did this. "And who called this in?"
"A friend of his, named Olivia Carpel. She saw the whole thing," Miss answered.
"I see. Well thank you for your time and if you find anything else like this, call me." She handed Miss her card.
"Will do," Miss said, picking up a folder and handing it to her. "Here's what we've collected so far."
The dead man smelled really weird. Well, thinking rationally, any dead person would. Still, death bothered her. She never really knew why, and this job had a lot of death in it. In fact, every case had dead people, so why should it bother her? Madisen shook her head. She supposed she should have gotten used to it by now but no.
Madisen thanked Miss and the two walked towards the door. On the other side they found Skully and Hudson. Along with their friend in the trenchcoat. Hudson and Skully nodded at her while Mr. Trenchcoat only glared. Did she do something wrong? Besides be a fake FBI agent, turn on her own kind, and defy every law of nature her species had. Madisen shrugged him off and nodded at Hudson and Skully.
"Agents," she said.
Hudson gave a small smile and Skully gave the woman a wink. "Agent White," Hudson said.
"I suppose you're here to follow up on what I have?"
"Yeah," was all Skully said.
Miss looked at them and waved them into the room. The man in the trenchcoat followed after the two men and woman. But not without giving Madisen one last glare. She only shook her head and made her way out of the morgue.
Grabbing a random disc and popping it in, she turned on her truck and sang all the way back to hotel. She grabbed the folder and headed inside, throwing her keys on the bed. She sat down at the table and looked at the folders contents. This is going to take a while...
She was about halfway through the folder when there was a knock at her door. Madisen looked up questionably and left the table, looking through the peek hole in the door. Agents Hudson and Skully were there along with the man in the trenchcoat. She gave a small sigh in relief. Many would call her paranoid.
"Agents," she greeted, opening the door, "What can I do for you?"
"Sorry for intruding but the detective told us that you had a folder about the case?" Hudson said.
"Ah yes. I do," she said. "Do you need it?"
"Uh yeah. That would be great thanks," Hudson said.
Judging by the way the man said it she he was obviously the youngest, and also the most lenient of the agents. Madisen gathered the folder contents and walked back over to them. She gave Hudson the folder, noticing the trenchcoat guy glaring at her. Why does he do that? Does he have some sort of trust issues? Hudson and Skully gave a nod and went to leave, the man in the trenchcoat in tow. They weren't even two feet away from her now closed door when they got a phone call. She couldn't help but listen in.
"Yeah... Right... We'll be right there, and we'll bring White," said Hudson.
Bring her where? She could hear them walking back up to the door so she opened the door just as they were about to knock.
"Need anything else?" Madisen asked, pretending she didn't hear them on the phone.
"Yeah, the detective called us and said she found something weird. You should come with us," said Skully.
"Sure. Let me get my keys." She walked over to her bed. Skully nodded and left. She grabbed her keys and locked the door on her way out. She noticed Skully get in the Impala she had seen earlier at the diner. "Nice car!" She yelled over to Skully.
Skully grinned and got into the Impala. Madisen had a 2005 grey Dodge Dakota. Not very special but it could hide all of her weapons. It also had the White Tree from Lord of the Rings on the back window. It was there when she bought it and ended up having to Google it. She wasn't too big on pop culture references. Sure, she knew a few, but otherwise just went on her business. She climbed into her truck and followed the Impala, knowing that the agents knew where to go. Obviously to another crime scene, but she had to follow Hudson, Skully, and Mr. Glare In A Trenchcoat.
Madisen stepped back from the ledge. A man had jumped from here. It looked like suicide to her. So why did they call them? Suicide isn't something very unusual. Even for them. Half of the cases involving suicide she found had been nothing in the end.
"Looks like suicide," said Hudson.
"It was. Guy left a note," said Miss.
"So why call us? I mean, suicide isn't that uncommon to end up calling us," Madisen commented.
"Because I have two witnesses who swear that made-off here, floated in air for a good ten seconds, then he looked down, and splat," explained Miss. "Not sure I buy that, but the way they're talkin', sounds like something straight out of a-"
"Cartoon," finished Skully.
Miss shrugged, "You said you wanted weird."
"Thank you," Madisen said, watching Miss walk away.
Skully turned to Hudson, "She's right you know. I mean, the whole heart jumping out of a guys chest, the delayed fall. That's straight up Bugs Bunny."
"Nah," she started, "The delayed fall is more like the Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons. Or maybe Tom and Jerry."
Skully shot her a look, "Okay but still. This thing is just getting weirder."
"So we're looking for some sort of insect-rabit hybrid, a coyote, and a roadrunner? How do we kill them?" The man in the trenchcoat asked. Madisen shot him a strange look. Was he high or something? Is that why he always glares?
"We don't Cas. That's a character like uh, like Woody Woodpecker, Daffy Duck," explained Hudson. So Mr. Glare did have a name, Cas. She nodded, but the name must've been short for something. Casanova?
"They're animated movies. You know uh, the Coyote chases a Roadrunner, and an anvil gets dropped on his head!" She happily explained. The Coyote and Roadrunner was one of her favorites. All those failed attempts to catch the Roadrunner.
"Is it supposed to be funny?" Mr. Glare - Cas asked.
"No. It's - It's hilarious," Skully said. Cas only looked questionably at them. Well, at least he's not glaring at her, she thought. But who hasn't seen them?
"Well, it was nice to be here and all," she started again, walking towards the door that lead into the building and off the roof, "but I need to get back to research and see what I can find out."
"Don't you need the folder?" Hudson asked.
"I made a copy just in case," she explained. The two agents nodded at her while there friend was deep in thought. "Oh and Hudson?" Madisen called, now at the door. Hudson looked up at her. "Have your friend watch some Loony Toons. He was deprived during his childhood." The man nodded, smiling at her comment.
She'd been at this for hours and the only thing she could find is an area where strange things have been happening over the time since everything began. It was somewhere near a Something-Something Hospital. It was a retirement hospital, that's for sure. She was jerked from her thoughts when her phone rang.
"Hello?" She answered.
"There has been a bank robbery and it's weird. You might want to take a look."
Oh, it was only Miss. She gave Madisen the address and hung up. She grabbed her ID and left. She also left in her casual wear, since she hated being in skirts. So Madisen left in a black T-shirt and jeans. Maybe she shouldn't put stuff down so often. Then she wouldn't have to pick them up when she left.
The ride was short and the local police let her in. Only after showing her fake badge that is. She walked up to Miss, Hudson and Skully.
"Ah, Agent White," Miss greeted, seeing her standing next to Skully.
"What's up doc?" She asked. They all noticed her reference but said nothing. One of the agents gave her an exasperated look while the other one gave a small smile. "So what happened?"
Hudson pointed at the anvil in front of her, which she somehow managed to not notice. There was blood and mush all around it. Obviously what was left of the unfortunate person who was hit by the anvil. How she didn't see that, she could never guess.
"That's Loony alright," she commented.
Miss began, "Gotta ask, you guys chase the crazy or does the crazy chase you?"
"Good question," Madisen mumbled at the same time Hudson said, "Depends on the day."
"Who's the pancake?" asked Skully.
"Security guard. He called in reporting a robbery. But by the time we got here..." Miss trailed off.
"Ouch, wait a robbery?" Madisen asked. She got the whole bank part, but who drops iron on a guy? Seriously, what the Hell man?
"Looks like the Black Hole was trying to jimmy open the safe deposit box when Mr. Ranakoc found him and, well. You know how that story ends," Miss answered, nodding to the safe.
They all turned and looked at the wall. There was a black circle painted on it, just about big enough to let a person through. Clear as day that spot was.
"The Black Hole?" questioned Cas.
"It's our name for the burglar that's been running us ragged. He's a pro. No fingerprints, never any signs of forced entry. Just a pair of those every time," Miss pointed to another black circle. "Like he's signing his work. Perp's never done anything like this before though," Miss continued, "obviously."
"So a dude that has been robbing you for a while, kills a man with Loony Tune iron, and makes off with your money," she said, summing it all up.
"Yeah. We've never had anything like it," Miss answered, embarrassed slightly.
"No cameras got him or anything?"
"Not one. We haven't ever had the need for cameras."
Hudson cut in, "You mind if I take a look at your files, to see if I can find anything else?"
"No skin off my nose. I'm headed to the station now if you want a ride?" Miss said, walking away.
"Perfect," Hudson nodded at Skully.
"Well I'm going with. Not much I can do here," Madisen said, following Miss and Hudson to the door, "Staring at this, mush, isn't on my to-do list of today." She left Skully and the trenchcoat guy, Cas as she remembered, and went to her truck. More research to do. Fun.
Edited and revised 9/3/2018
