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Salem Center, NY
6:32 PM
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A chilling wind whipped through the dark alleyway that contained the crime scene that the local police were still combing over carefully, not wanting to miss anything that could shed some light on this perplexing mystery. Mulder was talking to one of the police officers that had been on the scene first. Scully, in the meantime, was crouched down, surveying the bloody scene around her, checking out the area around the white chalk outline that had been drawn around where the victim's body had been laying. A few moments later, Mulder came walking over, his hands tucked into his pockets.
"Find anything?" he asked, crouching down next to her.
"Not much," she said with a frown, "there's definitely no smoking gun on this case."
"No, just a smoking demon," Mulder replied. She rolled her eyes, "hey, what's that," he said, gesturing at a tiny object sitting on what had been a puddle of blood, which had now completely dried up. It appeared to be a strand of short, dark hair. Scully looked a bit more closely, grabbing a pair of tweezers out of her pocket and reaching for the hair, picking it up and looking at it closely, "I'll send this off to the forensics lab," she said, placing it in a small baggie labeled "evidence." She handed the bag to Mulder, who held it up to the light.
"Interesting," he said, squinting his eyes.
"What? What is it?" Scully asked, pulling off the rubber gloves she'd been wearing.
"It's blue," he replied.
"It's probably dyed," the readhaired agent took the bag from Mulder's hands and studied it carefully, "although you're definitely right... it's blue."
"Bledsoe said that the demon he saw was completely covered in blue fur. This matches up with that report," Mulder tapped the baggie, as if the action somehow emphasized his point.
"Mulder, the alley was dark, Bledsoe was probably just afraid and hallucinated. People have seen plenty of strange things in dark alleys. I once heard a report of a man who thought he saw Bigfoot rummaging around in dumpsters in New York," Scully said, crossing her arms and gazing up at her partner, who had a cocky smirk on his lips.
"That's ridiculous, everyone knows Bigfoot lives in the Pacific Northwest," Mulder said. Scully just shook her head and sighed, "It was a joke, Scully... a joke."
"I'm not laughing, Mulder," she replied as she opened her car door. She tried not to show that she was, indeed, stifling a bit of a chuckle, "maybe we could get some more information from Mister Bledsoe. I'm sure if we reason with him, we'll get the real story. As long as certain people don't encourage his overactive imagination." Mulder shrugged innocently and got in the car.
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To Be Continued
Salem Center, NY
6:32 PM
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A chilling wind whipped through the dark alleyway that contained the crime scene that the local police were still combing over carefully, not wanting to miss anything that could shed some light on this perplexing mystery. Mulder was talking to one of the police officers that had been on the scene first. Scully, in the meantime, was crouched down, surveying the bloody scene around her, checking out the area around the white chalk outline that had been drawn around where the victim's body had been laying. A few moments later, Mulder came walking over, his hands tucked into his pockets.
"Find anything?" he asked, crouching down next to her.
"Not much," she said with a frown, "there's definitely no smoking gun on this case."
"No, just a smoking demon," Mulder replied. She rolled her eyes, "hey, what's that," he said, gesturing at a tiny object sitting on what had been a puddle of blood, which had now completely dried up. It appeared to be a strand of short, dark hair. Scully looked a bit more closely, grabbing a pair of tweezers out of her pocket and reaching for the hair, picking it up and looking at it closely, "I'll send this off to the forensics lab," she said, placing it in a small baggie labeled "evidence." She handed the bag to Mulder, who held it up to the light.
"Interesting," he said, squinting his eyes.
"What? What is it?" Scully asked, pulling off the rubber gloves she'd been wearing.
"It's blue," he replied.
"It's probably dyed," the readhaired agent took the bag from Mulder's hands and studied it carefully, "although you're definitely right... it's blue."
"Bledsoe said that the demon he saw was completely covered in blue fur. This matches up with that report," Mulder tapped the baggie, as if the action somehow emphasized his point.
"Mulder, the alley was dark, Bledsoe was probably just afraid and hallucinated. People have seen plenty of strange things in dark alleys. I once heard a report of a man who thought he saw Bigfoot rummaging around in dumpsters in New York," Scully said, crossing her arms and gazing up at her partner, who had a cocky smirk on his lips.
"That's ridiculous, everyone knows Bigfoot lives in the Pacific Northwest," Mulder said. Scully just shook her head and sighed, "It was a joke, Scully... a joke."
"I'm not laughing, Mulder," she replied as she opened her car door. She tried not to show that she was, indeed, stifling a bit of a chuckle, "maybe we could get some more information from Mister Bledsoe. I'm sure if we reason with him, we'll get the real story. As long as certain people don't encourage his overactive imagination." Mulder shrugged innocently and got in the car.
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To Be Continued
