The Department of Mysterious Occurences, chapter 4
As everyone seated themselves down at the conference table, Lee and Katrina shared a look of slight concern, then turned their attention to the monitor screen that appeared from the ceiling. The Chief typed in a few digits on a small, black laptop, and a few data screens appeared, along with photos; photos that made Katrina's skin crawl. Near the metro station, dozens of blackened and burned bodies lay sprawled; a sign that had once cheerfully promoted a new kind of soda smoked, electricity sparking from the served plugs. A few people here and there, in white dust suits, could be seen gently placing dead bodies into bags. Sasuki leaned forward, gazing at the pictures. "Hmm.....damage done by....size 1342a, style Hellfire subtonic fire power (A/n: Yes, I just made that up. Lol) ; that's ONE bad boy we've got here....and expensive to boot." The Chief gave him a look, then shrugged. "There are plenty of people out there who might be rich enough to make one....or buy it." Sasuki gave 'him' a disbelieving look. "Buy it? It'd take me 5 lifetimes to get enough money just to get PART of it!" Katrina sighed. "Then who exactly are we dealing with? Why would someone do this, and HOW did they get this kind of weaponry?"
Lee closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "In any case, we must find the culprits as soon as possible; if they can cause this much damage, think of what they may do on a large scale," the vampire said quietly. The Chief sighed, then sat down in their chair. "True, very true....which is why I have sent out an enlisting." Jiro raised an eyebrow. "Sir....even out of the country?" "Even out of the country." Fujima leaned forward. "But sir, with our involvement in the recent nuclear arms committee, do you think that-" The Chief silenced her with a wave of 'his' hand. "Fujima...your concern is noted and appreciated, but don't worry; I have contacts around the World willing to help up in any case, committee or no committee." She looked uncertain for a moment, then leaned back, sighing slightly. "So what do we do now?" The Chief stood, looking around the room. "Jiro, Lee and Sasuki, I need you to head down to one of the crime scenes. Katrina and Fujima, I'll need you to go talk to the survivors in D.C./Baltimore Hospital; try and pick up some clues. Understood?" Everyone stood immediately and saluted. "Yessir!"
Outside metro station, 13:00 hours (1 pm for those of you who are lazy)
Lee wrinkled his nose slightly as he stepped lightly off his cycle, removing his helmet gingerly. "Smells like death," he commented, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pair of thin rubber gloves, stopping momentarily to adjust his sunglasses. Behind him, Sasuki and Jiro stepped out of Sasuki's small, imported car from Italy. He lovingly referred to it as, 'his baby', which led to quite a few crude remarks from his friends. "There are some things," he claimed, "you could never begin to understand. I could NEVER drive some simple little car. MY baby is a one of a kind. You're just jealous that I have a better ride than you do!" At this point, Jiro had gagged Sasuki and dragged him off to make dinner, much to the Italian's annoyance.
A man in a white dust suit came up and saluted the trio smartly. "Sirs! Glad to see you're here." Jiro nodded slightly. "What's the status report?" Lee said softly. The man shook his head slightly. "No survivors from this area; everyone was wiped out almost immediately. However......." Lee gave him a look. "You found something." It was a statement, not a question. The man nodded faintly. "I think you should have a look." "Where is whatever you found?" asked Jiro. The man reclined his head over to the station's doorway. "We'll go check it out, then." With that said and done, Lee walked off, trench coat flapping in the slight breeze. Sasuki rolled his eyes and followed. "Stupid vampiro boy and his bishonen theatrics...next thing you know we'll see a bunch of damn sakura thingies....." he grumbled under his breath, before following said person. Jiro merely chuckled faintly before following suit.
The station's main entrance had apparently been made of glass; now it lay in uncountable shards, dully glittering in the sunlight. On the marble wall next to it, once covered with posters and ads, now nothing more than blackened stone stained with red, was........... "Il mio Dio........" whispered Sasuki in horror, quickly crossing himself. "We are dealing with a il demone dall'Inferno....." Jiro shivered, in spite of himself, before shakily taking out a small camera and snapping a picture. "L'aide de dieu nous," he muttered under his breath. Lee merely stared for a moment, before taking his sunglasses off and shattering them in his fist, the pieces falling below to join the stained shards. "What should we tell the chief?"
DC/Baltimore Hospital, outside Room 134 13:45 hours
Katrina sighed, and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Fujima........destroying the soda machine in a Hospital isn't a good-""MY SODA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" said girl screeched, viciously stamping on the hated machine from where it lay on the floor, occasionally sparking. No one was stupid enough to try and stop her. Finally, with a timid BAM, one soda rolled out from the damaged machine. Fujima grabbed it and walked off, her good humor totally restored. Katrina slapped her hand over her eyes, shaking her head wearily. "Gods.....why me?" A nurse cautiously peeped out from behind the door, and Katrina gazed at her eagerly. "Is she able to speak now?" The nurse pushed the door open a bit more. "She can....but....she doesn't have a lot of time." Katrina's happy gaze faded, and a sigh escaped her lips. "I see....." The nurse shook her head slightly. "And as of now...she's mentally unstable. We can't get her to calm do-"From inside the room, a large crash was heard, along with a few yells. Grabbing Fujima and pushing the startled nurse aside, Katrina dashed into the room. A doctor and a few nurses were struggling to hold down a young woman, covered in burns and countless bandages and wild, crazed eyes, thrashing about and screaming something. She appeared to be from the Mediterranean area, with long dark hair and tanned skin, her wide eyes an almond brown. Katrina ran to the bed and, pushing aside the medical staff, held the hysterical woman down firmly. "CALM DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. The patient stopped immediately, gasping for breath, her eyes wide and crazed, shaking uncontrollably. "They're coming for me! They're coming for me!" she choked out with a slight accent, completely terrified. "Why won't they leave me alone?" Katrina loosened her grip slightly. "Who? Who's after you?" "LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY! YOU'RE NOT REAL!!!!!" the woman screamed suddenly, once more thrashing about. Katrina winced as the woman's flailing arms nearly smacked her in the face, but continued to hold her down. Then the woman choked slightly, and grabbed her jacket collar down, whispering hoarsely into Katrina's ear "...il buio un" before falling onto the bed, her hands slowly, hesitatingly letting go of Katrina's collar. In the silence, the beep from the heart monitor next to the bed faded into nothingness.
Il mio Dio- My God (Italian)
Il demone dall'Inferno- A demon from Hell (Italian)
L'adie de dieu nous- God help us (French)
vampiro- vampire (Italian)
il buio un- the dark one (Italian)
An/ ::ducks behind a large wooden shield:: I know, I know! I've been bad, and I haven't updated for awhile. But right now, things are really stressful in my life. Recently, I'm ashamed to say, I started to cut. I'm trying to get that out of my system, and I have something to do almost every single day this month, so please bear with me. I'm really, really stressed out right now. Please R&R.