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Chapter 2

Camera's were flashing from the pictures that were being taken of the crime scene. The whole area was sealed off, the police only there to make sure no one got passed the yellow tape. People were looking around curiously, eying a young woman critically who was there investigating also.

"Moira! I'm so glad you could get here this fast." Said a balding man in a fancy black suit. Moira turned to look at him and gave a small disturbed smile.

"I happened to be in the neighborhood, what have we got so far chief?"

The man heaved a heavy sigh.

"I take it you haven't been further into the alley yet?" Moira shook her head, looking at him with questioning eyes. "Is it bad? What happened, a robbery gone wrong? Serial killer on the loose?"

The chief shook his head solemnly, "Unfortunately it's not anything like that."

He began walking further into the alley and motioned for Moira to follow him. "You'll have to see this for yourself."

Moira followed behind him, steeling herself for what she was about to see. There was bound to be a lot of blood if the chief looked so grim and no matter how many crime scenes she's seen so far, she just knew that she would never get used to it. The sun still shone brightly, even at 6 PM, but the alleyway still did it's cliche job of looking ominous and dark. What Moira saw when they arrived however wasn't what she was expecting to see. It was quite an odd sight really, making her feel confused and not really sure of what was going on.

"Sir, I-.. I'm not sure what's going on here. These statues certainly can't be that important to seal this place off." Moira said with a small, unsure laugh, looking a bit ridiculing at the whole scene.

"I'm afraid this isn't as simple as that Moira. We've got a witness, though perhaps not the most reliable one, but still a witness nonetheless, telling us that a woman did this"

"And where is this witness now? And this woman did what exactly, place these statues here?" Moira looked around expectantly. 'Honestly, this is mad. The chief must be getting deranged to take this so seriously.'

"He's in the hospital, getting his legs amputated because they'd turned completely to stone." The chiefs grim voice broke her thoughts. Moira whirled around, staring at the chief with shocked eyes.

Her jaw moved up and down as she tried to from words, ask questions, piece this bit of information together.

"I'm not sure I understand what you're saying sir."

"I'm saying, that these used to be people Agent MacTaggert, and that the fellow is lucky to still be a living breathing human and not turned into.. Into-" the man motioned with his hand to the frozen, men. "Into that."

"We've done tests and even went so far as to use a lie detector. The witness wasn't lying." He sighed, clasping his hands behind his back. "But unfortunately I have some more bad news."

Moira returned her attention from the statues to her boss, her bewildered face quickly turning into her professional mask.

"I don't think that anything can shock me more then this sir."

The balding man sighed and looked at her with sympathy. "The witness said that a woman had done this. About 5'6 feet tall, dark brown curly hair, green eyes. The description was a perfect match to the identification we found in the purse laying in this alley."

Moira's heart was hammering wildly in her chest. 'But it couldn't be' She thought desperately.

'Please don't let it be-'

"Unfortunately Agent MacTaggert, it belonged to your sister, 'Rosie Maria MacTaggert."

Moira couldn't breath, her heart beating too fast and the weather far too hot all of a sudden. Her eyes darted around the alley, her eyes finally landing on a few red scrapes of cloth laying around. The same red as the dress her sister had been wearing earlier that day. "No." She said breathlessly. "No. That can't be, this must be all a huge mistake! You said so yourself that the man wasn't the most reliable! Sir, I know my sister, she would never-"

"Agent MacTaggert!"

Moira looked at her boss in bewilderment, his authoritative voice interrupting her wild rambling. "You know so yourself how many times that line has been used. People think they know their husband, neighbor or sister." The chief looked at her pointedly as she opened her mouth again to protest and she quickly shut it again, looking at him with her wide glossy eyes.

"People change, agent.."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Moira." the chief interrupted, his voice and face solemn. "But we have to take her in for questioning."

Moira looked down, her brows furrowed and lips tightly pursed together.

"I can see that this is difficult for you, maybe it was a mistake to bring you here. But I'm still letting you in on this case for now. But one slip up Agent, and you're off, understood?"

The brunette looked into her boss' stern eyes with her professional mask back on and nodded. "Of course sir. I understand."

"Good, we'll leave when you're ready."

The brunette nodded and watched his retreating from walk out of the alley. Behind her the camera's kept flashing, people lurking around to collect any clues of this phenomenon. Moira slowly turned around to take one last look. How could this have happened? And to her sister no less. The last thing her vision focused on was the broken pieces of what once used to be a human, before briskly walking back with a determined look upon her face. She'll get to the bottom of this. She'll do whatever she could to help her sister.


Rosie sighed, sitting tiredly on the couch. She almost panicked when she remember that her purse fell the moment she was dragged away, but that feeling quickly turned to numbness. Luckily she remembered the hidden spare key under one of the many flower pots they had in their front garden. First thing she did was run upstairs to take a shower and brush her teeth thoroughly. Her fiance was away to meet some of his friends, so she couldn't find comfort in his arms just yet. After the third time of brushing her teeth failed to take the filthy feeling away, she gave up. Rosie gripped the brush tightly, staring at the running water thoughtlessly, her face void of any emotion. She looked up in the mirror, still slightly foggy from the long, long shower she had taken beforehand. Her wet hair was already starting to form her natural curls again, her face devoid of any make-up. The woman didn't even need it, she was already gorgeous the way she was, but she insisted on putting make-up on everyday.

Rosie looked deep into her bright green eyes. 'Emeralds. They're like beautiful, glittering, shining emeralds.' her fiance once said and he loved to bring that up every time. The brunette smiled at the thought. Her loving fiance. She was so lucky. Always so lucky. Doing great in college, having a great God-given talent to paint, having the perfect white picket fence house and finding the right person to spend her life with. So why was this happening?

Rosie looked up towards the ceiling, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, 'Why is this happening to me.. Lord please answer me!' she cried out in her thoughts.

Sobs wrecked her body and she slowly slid to her knees. One hand still held her toothbrush tightly and the other held onto the sink as if her life depended on it.

The brunette felt lost. After a while she slowly got up again, trying to puther act together as best as she could.

'Maybe if I pretend nothing happened. I'll never bring it up, never think of it, everything would stay the same'

Rosie sniffed, wiping her runny nose on a tissue before throwing it away. Her were puffy and red and she had a huge headache because of the crying. But she was determined to not give up. This was probably just a one-time thing only. It would never occur again.

'What are you doing? Stop thinking about it' she rebuked herself.

The petite woman sighed and got picked up her red dress and matching high heels. Better to throw those away, lest it remind of her this day forever. She folded it up and threw it in the trashcan, her beloved high heels following. Rosie turned and hesitated a moment before turning back around and snatching the heels back out. The dress she could miss, but her shoes would always be quite precious to her.

Rosie had dressed herself in a new sleeveless Montgomery Ward dress, this time the same green as her eyes. She decided to go for comfort and walk around bare feet around the house. It's not like she was expecting any visitors or guests.

The brunette pulled her dainty feet up to the cough, curling herself in while staring at the television. 'The Donna Reed Show' was currently on, but her mind was so blank that she couldn't even acknowledge the jokes that would have usually made her laugh.

She glanced around her house. Everything looked perfect, pretty, clean. Just the way Rosie imagined it to be when she was younger. She glanced at the clock. Almost six o'clock already? Rosie sighed. Time to make dinner, her fiance must be hungry when he gets back. Images of filthy lanky, thin figures crossed her mind and she winced. She chopped the carrot particularly violent that day, sliced the potatoes maybe a bit too roughly and when the curly brunette heard a knock on her door, there was another lovely surprise waiting for her.

Rosie stopped her slicing and sighed. She quickly ran her hand through her curly hair. They were still a little damp, but she guessed she looked presentable enough to open the door. A quick look in the mirror in the hallway confirmed it though. Another knock on the door, this time more impatient.

"Just a second please!"

Rosie hurried to the door, but quickly stepped into a pair of dark brown high heels on the way before opening the door.

And there stood her sister, a serious, almost sad look on her face with three men behind her. One slightly balding and stern looking and the other two were police officers. The brunette panicked. She knew she should have gotten back for her purse. How could she be so stupid as to think nothing of it? Rosie tried to keep her facial expressions under control and so far succeeded. She decided to act like nothing happened. What's the worse that could happen anyway? The balding man stepped forward.

"Miss Rosie MacTaggert?" he asked with his low voice.

Rosie nodded, "Yes, what can I help you with? Moira what's going on?"

Moira looked at her, with her lips pressed tight together. Rosie could see that her sister was extremely tense. A police man stepped forward with cold, steel handcuffs in his hand. The other grabbed her and turned her around roughly.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will-" The rest faded away into the background as she was dragged off towards a black car with red and blue lights on top. She looked at her sister with frightened eyes. "Moira.." She uttered pleadingly. The brunette thought she saw her sister's eyes water up before her when suddenly the police man stepped in front of her.

"Ma'am, answer me. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" the officer had asked the same question three times now. Rosie simply nodded, before she was shoved into the backseat of the car.


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