You know Sara...You know who.
You know Sara...You know who...
The mantra continued out of her crimson stained lips. Her Ebony hair was in a disarray, clinging back in forth between her damp skin. Through the dark strands, her marvelous azure orbs shone through. As she stared on into the grey that slowly surrounded her, she extended her hand, as a silver chain dropped and caught on her index finger. As it fluttered, the clunk of a emblem settled on the bottem, as per the law of gravity. An encrested shield immerged, flipping back and forth as the chain slowly settled from its twirl.
As the air ever became more tenebrous, the woman slowly slipped between the shadows as her voice rose from a quiet whisper to a thunderous roar.
YOU KNOW SARA.
YOU KNOW WHO...
Her breathing at a rapid pace, Sara woke up to the familiar crimson colour illuminating her apartment. Its been ages since she remembers a time she had a decent night sleep. Since she's been in contact with the blade, its given her nothing but enigmas over mystifications. Dreams, visions, Realms...
Sara rubbed her head in an atempt to clear her mind. Of course that outward motion never works, but its the justification that maybe, somehow, it could remove the thought anyway.
It doesnt.
She glared back down at her arm, eyes glazed over in her half slumbered state. A minimal light issued forth not as bright as previously from the stone. As she gazed upon it moments longer, she sighed lightly.
The City lights crawled in from her blinds to cast shadows everywhere upon all fixtures in her apartment. In a moment of childish fear, she curled the blankets around her in an attempt to blot out all the scenarios that the darkness would manifest in her mind. Craddling herself in a rocking motion, she breathed heavily, saddly.
"No, I dont know..." She helplessly expressed to the darkness.
"I really dont..."
Morning came without incident. As it always does.
For there is a saying about things in certitude, there will always be Death and Taxes.
Well mornings could be added to that picture. Though The certainty of mornings remains grim for the victims that fall into the vices of death, it doesnt change the fact the sun still rises, the rain still falls, and this spinning jewel in space will always revive to supply the basis for life.
Among Earth's places the strange little city known as New York always seems to supply death in the most vile intent, and with abundance.As a matter of fact, building faith in the idea that this world will always be driven toward insanity to the highest degree, Sara Pezzeni has made it her career. To minister law and order, sometimes with her fireballs of justice. To bring wrongs to rights, and tie up loose ends for the justification of what is simply good. It sustains her living,(even though the pay could be better), and her reasons for surviving. Although knowing very well, this is another element that weighs the scales.
Although it seems the scale has tipped in the favour of the wicked for the most part.
Speeding into the available parking lot, Sara revved her bike one last time before shutting the inition off. Finding her footing, she unlocked her helmet, and carefully removed it to reveal her medium length brown hair that framed her face with random strands fluttering on the wind in various ways. Sliding one hand through the thinkness, she headed toward the the Police Station, up the stairs, and through the doors.
Gliding past the chaos of phones, beepers, computer screens and general commontion that accompanies any law inforcement establishment, she came to a little room at the corner of the of the station.
Danny Woo sat behind a desk, with files of paperwork off the the side.
His dark hair was tied back, and he sported a casual black shirt. A smirk lay accross his face as he handed a cup of coffee off to Sara as she entered.
"Hey Pez. Man, what happened to you? Looks like you got beat up with a stick."
Danny was one of a kind. A great partner, a great friend, and had terrfic sense of making someone feeling less then well even worse. Though he knows Sara, and knows she will only come back with something to match him.
"You have no idea..."
Sara took a swig of the java and let it slide down her throat with ease. Returning the cup back to him, she took a seat and casually flipped open one of the files that had been situated on the desk.
"Besides, I think getting hit with a rather large stick would be more inviting then imagining things that arnt there and and loosing good sleep." Sara trailed, and glanced up from the papers to see Danny staring at her strangely.
"You know, they got meds for that stuff," he reported informatively.
"I'm sure they do.." Sara sarcastically muttered.
Danny shot one more look of strange concern for Sara. She had the knack for being the most inward and private person. Even to him, with whom she is mighty expressive on many levels. So he took an interest in the file she had been glancing over to create a diversion as well as a new subject matter.
"I finished the paperwork up for the MicroWave Cases. Looks like a courtdate will be set sometime in January."
Sara nodded recalling the case, as well as the paperwork. As she returned the paper to the folder, a random officer popped his head gaining the attention of the two detectives.
"Call on line 3," He reported and then vanished as quickly as he came.
Danny picked up the phone, hit the line, and accepted the call. After a few words were exchanged, he returned it back to the reciever.
"Looks like we got something near the shipyards."
Sara rose from her chair, as did Woo.
On to another case, for a new day.
Brooklyn Along the East River. Once home to the New York Navy Yard, a haven for the production of Navy Ships durring the American Revoltion and World Wars. It was Dismemmberd by the Navy in 1966 but still serves the ends for more private manufacturing and Commerical activity. Here is where one more unfortunate person has met their end, or adleast settled to meeting their end.
Sara and Danny weaved their way through the primary docks until they came to a little crease of open water. As they approached the crime scene tape, photographers were already busy clicking away.
From the distance, Sara spotted Victoria Poe, Medical examiner extrodinare in conversation.
Danny and Sara looked at each other, wondering who she could be giving an assessment to, if not to them. They joined the group that happened to be standing not too far from the remains of a human skull. vicky commininced coversation to Luiutenate Dante Bruno who was reaching for a ciggarette from his pocket, and laid a scowling look to Sara and Danny. Eventually he walked off past the three leaving them with quizical eyebrows.
Sara didnt like the man. She couldnt exactly put her finger on what it was, but happily illistrated in her mind, he was one who walked around with a tree trunk stuck up the ass. And that was a mild assessment.
They watched him as he headed back to the docks, taking swigs of his cancer stick.
Silence commensed for a second until all attentions were averted towards Vicky.
"So, Vicky, this all we got?"
Vicky coated her hands into her pockets and stirred to explain.
"Well I dont know if it is safe to call this an official homicide, but you'll get the idea after I've explained everything to you. Our human cranium surfaced this morning around 7:58, by a local worker. He is right over there," Vicky pointed off to a seemingly random direction.
"Now there really has never been certain success to identifying a sex from visual interpretation of a skelitcal structure, but concerning I even have less of that to go on, I've come to the very certain, yet toally unsure conclusion, this is female"
Vicky stopped, regained her hand from her pocket and leaned over the skull. She posed as if she were about to give a lecture in front of a class.
"See, the frontal bone is more rounded, more vertical. When you take into account the temporal ridge, its Small.
Mastoid is small, Supraorbital margin is sharp, mandible jaw is small, the Symphysis and mental eminence of mandible is rounded, and the jawbone is at a slant.. of course there is also other factors that point in this direction, but again, I cant be sure until i can take it to the crime lab and conduct some forensic tests on it." She paused to take a breath. She knew most of what she said went completely over their field of expertise, but they didnt seem to mind. They intently paid attention anyhow.
"The interesting thing about this is the teeth. They are salvageable, even aside from the exposure in the water. I am almost 99.95 sure it will give us a clue to possibly identifying this girl, that is of course if we can get a lock on records."
Sara raised one of her infamous eyebrows.
"Is there any assumption as to the date on it?" Danny questioned.
"Hard to tell, consitering the enviorment its been in. Looking at the erosion on the top part of the temporal ridge, it looks like it could have been a few years. But again, just an assumption. Nothing can be certian until tests are conducted. I am mighty interested about this indentation on the right side here though."
Sara looked down upon it, and then back to Vicky. She was waiting to hear how this would tie into being a homicide, aside from the fact it just floated up from the East River, also known as the Mafia's Graveyard.
"See it looks like some force really had to be implied, actually, immense force to pierce and indent the bone. So I am thinking, again, my beautiful constant speculations, that our mystery woman was quite positively experienced severe trauma to the head as the cause of death. With what and Where is complete another story. We should leave that to you guys."
Sara looked around to that seemingly random direction once again for the man who found remain.
"So how long will it be before all the tests results can be in?"
Vicky's black curly hair blew in front of her as another chilling wind passed indicating the start of winter wasnt far off.
She returned her hands to her jacket, and averted her face into her ebony scarf.
"I can have the results on dental in about an hour. The rest of the results will be in tomorrow."
Danny and Sara made their departure from Vicky and proceeded over to the worker. They questioned him, for what it was worth, had him agree to statements, wrote down points of interest, which didnt amount to much and then slowly made their way back to the car after reviewing with the commanders it was probably unfruitful to shut down the shipyards, consitering the cranium was a few years displaced, and mostly likely the rest of the remains already filtered out into the Altantic through the strong currents that run the East river along that way. And besides, Its the East river, and it was getting bloody cold.
Danny hit the button that unlocked the passengers side as they both climbed in. Danny struck the heat on, and then started the engine. Soon they were on the road, throwing around prositions.
"You know," Danny started, "Maybe she fell and hit her head on the side of a yacht while wanting to take a swim"
Sara rolled her eyes as his visual representation.
"Of course, because Everyone loves the East River," She threw over her shoulder.
"You know, I would venture to say its probably a unfortunate streetwalker who met a violent end.." Sara trailed at the last, and couldnt help but remember her friend Maria, who was killed in a rather violent way.
Danny picked up on it, and decided to let it play out.
"Well either way, we will have more of a lead to go on once we get results back. Right now, I think we're pretty much useless detectives..."
Danny slowed the speed and stopped in front of a space that happened to be open. Sara looked around at the shops and question to get a better view just of why they had stopped.
She spotted two news stands and a starbucks on the far corner. Pretty sure Danny was needing to take care of his Java fix, she punched him in the arm playfully.
"Frappicino time, Woo?"
Danny grinned mischeviously, opened the door, and then turned around to lean back through the window.
"Scenarios always put me in the mood, dont you know?" He laughed lighty.
"Want anything, Pez?" Sara smiled, and negatively shook her head. She watched as Danny turned around, and headed up to the corner.
Alone once more, Sara took a hand and rubbed her forehead with it. Work was one thing, one perplexing thing.
Her life was a complete other.
She glanced over at her arm where the Witchblade has been situated.
The stone lay dormant, and hadnt made an appearance of brilliance since the morning transpired. Not even any visions came to her while she was at a crime scene, and she found that a bit akeward.
Could this be a normal case? Not counting that any homicide is normal, but could it actually be understandable to the regular human without any X-Files elements surfacing?
She wasnt sure. It was strange though, a voice would often come into her mind, on which she wasnt familiar, that would tell her it weaves a web...and that things are connected. No placements could be made but a straining voice. Sometimes she would think the woman, older and dying, appeares as lost memories. of another life...But how cloudy everything becomes. Sara was never sure of much. She didnt know for certain.
The only thing that seemed certain was the amount of thoughts on her mind and the confusions that accompained them.
So much.
Notthingham. His words to her, his proposal. Granted she would be a liar to her own soul if she didnt admit to finding him remotely intriguing, but all the same, deadly and backwards was the verdict that settled in her mind.
And hadnt he said they were enemies? She remembered it, so vividly as Ian sat craddling a dying Irons in his arms.
Irons.
What a hemoroid, she Thought.
That man was a piece of work. In a soft notion, her thoughts went upon how he definately screwed Nottingham up. With his caring heirs, yet unforgivable personal traits, leaving from one personality to another. That much she was she was sure of. For, in a strange way, she couldnt stop thinking about Ian's struggles and how he reacted afterwards.
The hit he put on her to only rescue her. A confusing, dangerous person, lost in delusions.
Sara found the last thought ironic, consitering her own sanity. She was one to talk about being lost in Delusions. Counting Delusions, her thoughts ran back to last night. Thinking about the boy in the park, under the tree. How Nottingham defended him, looked upon him. From the recesses of studying human nature, she knew some link had be bestowed upon the two. But what could it have been?
What?
As Sara continued the parade of thoughts in her head, a slight click on the side of the car caught her attention. Without a moments hesitation, she pulled per pistol from its case, firmly gripping it to her.
If anyone was stupid enough to try something in broad daylight, especially on a cop, it was their life sentancing. Using the back mirror to scout potential evidence to support her claims, she found nothing. Seeing a break from the rush of oncoming cars, Sara swung the door open, gun still slighty drawn, until she found nothing but a pierce of paper tacted to the cardoor with a piece of tape.
Seeing Danny returning from the corner, she slipped the note into her jacket, and returned to the passegers side.
There was no doubt who it was from.
The writing was exquisite and well formed.
It held a simple message.
"Same Place, last night. 12:30."
Sara puzzled over the note, debated whether she would go, and realized her curiousity got the best of her and that she'd be there.
Danny found his way back to the car, with eyes firmly fixed upon Sara. She was definately acting wierd, but he wouldnt mention anything, not now. He entered the drivers side, and started the ingnition passing idle conversation about the morning line that took him longer then usual to retrieve his goods.
Sara listened, but her mind fluttered out the window, trying to maybe catch any sight of Nottingham.
Of course nothing came.
He was practically invisible, afterall.
