Disclaimer: not my characters, but my "fic" idea.
The chilled winter wind blew through the open field and into the wooded passage that completed the link between the cold, nearly frozen waters of a near by river and the open field. The whole of the field was covered in rocks and old snow, with the exception of one small, discolored patch of dead grass and leaves. The old patch was about ten by twelve feet and was called Devils arms because nothing could grow or live there. In winter the snow on the patch would melt before all the rest and in the fall and spring when it would rain it would be the quickest area in the field to dry.
It was December the twelfth and had freshly snowed the night before. A very young Clarice had been called out to survey the area after a few loud dragging sounds and a hideous scream was heard that night by a neighboring apartment complex. The bureau had believed it to be just a couple of kids messing around, (considering Devils arms was the town's top make-out spot for teens.) until they were notified by the local police force that a young man of the age of 27 had gone missing two days before.
Clarice, being only twenty four and a half and having the skill to solve one of the biggest murder cases since the Lecter murders, was sent to check out the scene. Apparently the "Higher people" thought she would be right for the job. So there she was in the center of a huge field, wrapped up in several thin jackets and a black wool cap, her long brown/red hair streaming down her back and keeping her neck warm in its length. She had already searched half the field for evidence for about two hours and was now moving on to the second half.
She began to walk slowly to the other part of the field when she saw a black shadowy figure move beside her.
A/N: yea I know its short, sorry, was bored and suddenly influenced then hit a rather large speed bump, I'll write more later with the correct reviews. (4)
-Qs