Ziggy's Corner: Okay this is my first attempt to writing a fanfiction based on Fox's new drama, the Inside, but it seems like such an interesting show, I thought that I would give it a shot, so I hope that you all enjoy it.
COSPLAY MASSACRE
By
VANGUARD ZIGGY
It was close to four o' clock in the morning when the two work men entered the building. It was supposed to be demolished in the next day, but their chief had decided on one last routine examination of the old theater. It was dark, and empty, spider webs and broken windows were everywhere.
"This place gives me the creeps," the older of the two men said. He was Latino, with dark graying hair, and steady brown eyes.
"This place gave you the creeps the first time you came here, years ago, Diaz," the younger man said. He wasn't that much older than Ramon Diaz was, but he was still older than the rest of the crew. The two of them were very close friends.
"That's because I took you're sister here on our first date," he said with a chuckle.
The two of them continued to cheek each room, cringing as wooden floors creaked, and door hinges howled when it opened. After an hour the two of them decided that the building had been gone over to the point that it would please their supervisor, and began to leave.
As they walked passed the main auditorium, Julias Hernandez frowned and peered in. "What's the matter?" he coworker asked.
"Does that look like someone's in there to you?" he asked, pointing to a certain spot in the far front of the room, near the stage.
Ramon chuckled at his brother-in-law, and began making "haunted sounds". An elbow to his ribs made him knock it off, so that Julias could get him to look at what he was pointing at.
It did look like someone was in there, a short person, with long hair, seemingly asleep near the stage. Neither of them had really looked through the room the first sweep they had made. Both of them figured that if there were a vagrant, or some kid in there, they'd spot them immediately, and chase them off.
The two men looked at each other, and entered the room. Dozens of empty and dusty, red cherry leather colored chairs sandwiched them in, and they had to resort to walking single file, to move at all. On the floor there was debris from the crew taking things out of the building. There were also candy wrappers, ancient popcorn kernels littering the floor, and the smell of old drying soda on the floors.
The walls, which had been once covered with a bright red curtain, were now shadows of their former glory, brown and cracked, and both men could see certain insects crawling around them, slipping through the cracks. In the middle of the room, the light from outside seemed to slip away, and blackness that had only been snuggling next to their elbows was now enveloping them completely. It they hadn't had their flash lights, neither man would have been able to see, and Julias would have never seen the person sitting near the stage.
As they got closer, they could see that it was a young woman, in her late teens to early twenties, with long brown hair that was tied in two buns and dressed in an odd costume, that made her look like she was an extra from a Star Trek episode. It was when they inched closer that the could see it was more elaborately decorated. She actually looked like a character from some cartoon show.
"It's not Halloween, is it?" Julias asked, half joking.
"Actually the costume, looks like it comes from a 'Gundam' show, my kids like to watch on Cartoon Network," Ramon said with a whisper.
Julias looked at his brother-in-law, and back at the woman. Slowly he walked up to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am?" he asked, his voice quivering for a reason he could not really understand. When there was no response he tried again. A third time he tried in Spanish, still no response. Julias looked at Ramon and then gently shook her shoulder. The woman slumped forward, and landed on the ground, on her side. A pair of small round glasses fell and dropped to her side, and the two men gasped.
Her face was pale white, with her open eyes wide with horror and desperation. Her mouth was slightly ajar, but only to form the beginning of a scream, not enough to release it. Her hands had been tied together and rested in her lap. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, so she could not run, and in the middle of her chest, was a hole, where her chest should have been. Blood and guts were encased in the chair she was sitting in, and were dripping onto the floor of the aisle behind her.
"Madre de Dios," Ramon groaned, nearly dropping to his knees.
Paul Ryan and Rebecca Lock walked into the briefing room at the same time, the male agent moving aside to let Rebecca enter first and then took his own seat. The room looked like any other business room, a long, black table, three other people sitting at the desk, looking over paperwork, before discussing the plan of the day. The only difference between any other business room, and this one, was that Danny's and Rebecca's business room was in the business of catching federal criminals.
Their director, Virgil Webster sat his hands folded as if he was going to pray, and watched them take their seats. "Nice of you to join us."
"Now that we're all here, can we start?" Danny Love asked, sitting uneasily in his chair.
They began presenting cases, most of which the early fifty year old director turned down, as briefly as they were presented, not that there were that many today. It was five weeks since Rebecca had joined the F.B.I. unit in Los Angeles, and had solved a few crimes, and in that time she managed to see that "Web" seemed only really interested in her ideas.
That's why it took her surprised that when Paul spoke up today, Virgil seemed to listen. The thin, handsome F.B.I. agent opened his file and began reading about not one, but two murders, both baring an interesting similar M.O.
"Alexandra Melendez, and Chi Taka, both women in their late teens, to early twenties," he began, showing them the pictures of two different girls, both bound in a different theater, and killed. One of them was dressed in what looked like a sci-fi uniform, another in a skimpy leather black uniform. "And then there's this girl," he added, throwing a third picture onto the desk. "Sarah Daniels, age twenty-one, found just two days ago by demolitions workers at the old Franklin Theater."
"She looks like she's wearing the same clothes as the first girl," Mel Sim said, frowning at the photo. "Some kind of costume party?"
"Either that, or Halloween has come early," Danny Love said.
"Interesting," Web said, "So what kind of person are we dealing with?"
Rebecca felt her eyes grow wide and she pushed forward, had she heard right? Had Virgil Webster taken interest in one of Paul's cases? She could not remember a time, since she came here, that that had happened.
Web seemed to sense the shook in the room, and no one really needed profiling abilities to do it, you could hear a pin drop as the silenced amounted. Hell, you could practically hear billions of pins fall, or a mouse and his spouse get into a heated night time argument through the silence.
Web leaned forward, his brows folding as he stared at them all. "You brought me more than one murder," he said to Paul in a hushed tone. "And that's the business in which we do our job the best." He turned to Rebecca and leaned back in his chair.
"So, I ask again, what kind of person are we dealing with?"