Our Lips Are Sealed
By starlitestarbrite2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Cold Case, that is owned by the studios that make it. I own this plotline and I don't believe I have read a story with the same plotline or seen any shows with the same plotline. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
Author's Notes: Before I start, I'd just like to say that even though this story is set in 1989, the music comes from the 80's, so no nitpicking please. But it definitely is 80's music.
Synopsis:
Lilly and Scotty are called to re-open the brutal 1989 murder of a popular head cheerleader.
Chapter 1:
8th November, 1989— 1am
"Oh God." The girl rasped, crawling up the stairs on her hands and knees.
Hey little sister, what have you done?
She could feel the blood seeping from her mouth, flowing down in to great red-purple pools beneath her slim body. The pain was too much to bear, burning her skin like white hot knives.
She tried to ignore it, clawing at the muddy stairs and snapping her well manicured nails to the quick. Her golden blonde hair was matted, she could feel where parts of it had been ripped out. Still the rain beat down on her body, soaking her clothes and mixing with the blood, making it run all the more profusely.
Her vision blacked out momentarily.
Hey little sister, who's the only one?
Hey little sister, who's your superman?
"Help!" she cried, her voice weak from the loss of blood and strength.
The footsteps were growing louder and more urgent now.
She couldn't turn around, she had to keep going. No-one else could save her now. She knew she was gone but something inside her wasn't going to let her give up.
"Brad!" she managed to scream.
Where the hell was he the one time she really needed him?
She managed to drag herself up another stair. She looked up at the church before her, the smiling statue of Jesus with the mud running down his face, she fooled herself into thinking He was crying for her.
She heard the footsteps stop and a dark shadow was cast on her body.
She turned around.
"Oh, God, please, don't kill me! I'm begging you!" she screamed.
Her head was forced back around to look at the Jesus statue once more.
"It's time for you to die, bitch."
She felt the cold barrel of the steel instrument on her back.
"I'm sorry!" she sobbed hysterically.
Hey little sister, shot gun!
8th November, 1989 1:15am--
"Hey, Dawn!" drawled Melody Timbs drunkenly. "I know you wanted to mess up the headstones again, and I'm sorry I'm late but—" She laughed awkwardly, thinking of the fun they were about to have.
There was a long silence. The rain still poured down now. All Melody could hear was the wind stroking the trees, and the beating down of the rain.
"Dawn?" she called again, uncertainly.
"Come on, Rivers, this isn't funny. It's too wet to be screwing around at the church all morning, you know it. I promise you next week, OK?" she said, trying to sound calm and trying to forget the growing panic rising in her chest.
She walked up the church stairs, before hitting something with her muddied pink high-heel.
She looked down, her eyes growing wide in horror.
Her best friend lay on the ground, the blood blossoming from her body, her face horribly disfigured and half-bald. Her eyes were wide open.
Melody opened her mouth and screamed.
It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
A new white box was built, filled with manila folders and evidence bags. It was placed along side the other white boxes just like it in the cold case room.
It was labeled just like the other white boxes in the room, but the name was different.
1989- Rivers, D.
Author's Notes: The song 'White Wedding' belongs to Billy Idol. I hope you liked the story so far. Please read and review.
;) starlitestarbrite2