Summary: Strange events in the form of murder leave nothing, but trouble and confusion. Nick and Warrick are pulled into a world they were not ready for.
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Author's Note: Well, here we are again! First off I apologize for the wait, but I hope it will all be worth it as we take this journey. Stick it out with me. This is going to have a lot of case work, a lot of science, a lot of build up. Just keep reading and I hope it will all come together nicely for you. I am not going to attempt to set a posting schedule, but it will not be too long between. And as always, thanks for reading. Let me know what you think as we go along! Until next time!
Title: Poisonous Fear
By: duffshel
Prologue
There are many things in the world that can cause one's flesh to crawl and their hair to stand on end. Sometimes it takes almost nothing at all and for others, the fright is harder to achieve. In the busy world of the 21st centaury, one would think there would be little to shock and surprise anymore. But that would be untrue. People continue to fear things, big or small.
Around the world, there are people that fear the so-called big things. Ghosts, apparitions, and demons that fill heads of people young and old in every continent. There are reports from all regions of strange things happening late at night when people are supposed to be sleeping. Strange tales of a young woman walking from a large monument of a cross and drowning herself in the nearby water body to children running through hallways of old hospitals send people in droves to different places to be a witness to the phenomenon. It seems to be a passage of rights to see something not of the normal, ordinary world.
Fears, like anything, have smaller versions. Things that happen in everyday life that sends people into fits of panic. Since these are nothing as grand as a young girl getting possessed by the Devil and causing things to happen around her, people just pass these off as nothing, but irrational. Women jump on chairs when a small, gray shape runs past. Men shiver when a long body with many legs crosses a wall. Children squeal when large beasts approach too quickly.
And like many odd things in the world, people are attracted to it. It draws people to scare themselves, to scream, to cry. Holidays are made for children to run around dressed like demons and angels. It is undeniable for many. Fear draws out something in every human being. Many even feel a connection to others over such a thing. Scare another and be worthy.
No one is immune to fear. It comes in many shapes and forms. To another, it may seem silly and stupid. But to the person experiencing that rush of blood, goose bumps from head to toe, and prickly hair on end, it makes all the sense. It erases all logic and reasoning from even the brightest. It brings out the trembling child in the biggest and strongest. A gun will not protect you. A friend will only fall with you. What is it that can make your heart stop?
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A whimper was all she could get past the cloth gag in her mouth. The room was dark, but the shadows of the people moving around were very clear. Whatever it was that they had shot into her arm was making her body very heavy and hard to move. She hadn't been tied to the chair, but she couldn't force herself to move even her little toe. Every muscle seemed to have a mind of its own. None would obey the large brain in her head anymore.
Several dark figures seemed to almost dance around her as her eyes fought to focus straight. A hand ghosted across the warm flesh of her cheek. Breath misted around the back of her neck. Something wet and cold was soaking into her clothes. Whispers rang in her ears around the laughter.
The young boy that had been hauled into the house lay on his side, his back only visible. He was shaking, but it was hard to tell if it was from simply tears or overall fear. She didn't know what his purpose was here. She didn't know who he was. Several more shapes were standing around him, one bent low. Her eyes couldn't make out much of any of it.
Suddenly her hair was soaked with whatever it was that weighed down her clothes. The smell hit her nose immediately. The panic that coursed through her body did nothing to make it move. She knew that smell. She knew the sound of a match hitting the book. Her eyes managed the ability to widen once the flame was waved in front of her face.
The boy's screams were nothing over the sound of the flames. She couldn't scream. That was lost to her. Only her nose and eyes seemed to be alive as her skin was turned black and dead. The boy was removed. His fate would not be hers. She almost wished for those threatening teeth as the fire licked its way up to her face.
TBC…the curtain drops…