The Curse of Inner Desires - Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own fringe or any characters associated with it. Just having fun using my imagination.
The italics in the story represent a character's inner thoughts. It is rated Mature for sexual content.
Harvard University
Astrid was waiting at the lab for Walter and the body. Peter needed her to babysit Walter while he was working the case.
"Right over here," he said directing, "Astrid, we have an autopsy to perform."
Astrid was always amazed at the excitement Walter displayed when he had a new autopsy to perform and she has seen him perform dozens of them.
"I know. Peter called me," Astrid responded, "I already have things ready."
Highway 95
The sun's rays felt good on her face while the fresh air tickled her nose. She always had allergies especially at this time of the year. What should I look like today? Her hair color instantly changed to blond, her eyes to blue. Thefirst time, she was so scared but the adrenaline took over. What a rush
There was one problem he didn't have any money, well at least cash. So she is going to have to improvise. Now she stoodon the side of the road with her skirt pushed up and her thumb sticking out.
"Come one, Come on" she said to herself getting antsy. She walked a few steps and hiked up her skirt higher than before; just waiting for somebody to help her fulfill the burning need inside of her. Finally a trucker stopped causing dirt and debris to fly into the air. Running to the truck she opened the passenger door to reveal a 30 something white male with brown hair and eyes.
"Where you going hunny," he said with a southern accent.
"Anywhere but here" she said smiling.
"Well hop in already," he said as she jumped into the cab, "It is not safe for a girl like you to be out here alone."
"You're too kind," she said with a vindictive smile.
Yale University
"Did you sleep last night?" Peter said noticing Olivia was wearing the same clothing with files spread out on the table, "What are you doing?"
"I have been trying to find a connection between the victim and Hailey Hughes," Olivia responded ignoring his first question, "From what I can tell they never knew each other before last night."
"Let's call Walter. He should be done with the autopsy. Hopefully, he had more luck than me," as she spoke Peter dialed the phone and placed it on speaker.
"Hey Astrid is Walter there," Peter spoke.
"Walter," Astrid screamed, "Peter is on the phone."
"I don't like talking to them over the phone. When are they coming home," Peter overheard him say and couldn't help but chuckle.
"I owe you Astrid," Peter said as she went to drag him over to the phone.
"Where here… Go ahead Peter," Astrid finally said.
"Olivia is here too," Peter said, "So what did the autopsy show."
"Well… the blood under his finger nails was his own. His brain was liquefied along with his eyes and certain facial muscles. The lungs, intestines, stomach, and other organs appeared to be unaffected," Walter explained.
"Walter, what is up with his skin" Olivia chimed in.
"I am not sure if his skin disintegrated with the rest of the face or if it was torn apart by something other than his fingers. The grey coloring is unusual too." Walter elaborated.
"Walter, what could cause that to happen," Olivia asked.
"I am not sure yet," he responded, "he did have sex about 1 hour before death. At least he died happy."
"Keep trying, Walter," Peter said, "We will call you later"
Rest Stop on Highway 95
"This is as far as I can take you," the trucker said.
"That's ok… I definitely appreciate it. Please let me thank you appropriately," she said touching his leg and using her head to point to the sleeping area in the back.
"Well, aren't you a feisty one," he said glad to accommodate heading back with her for his thank you present.