It was morning and Ava and I were going to breakfast. I really did like having her on the ship, even if the circumstances were less than ideal. It was too bad that we wouldn't be able to continue our arrangement after we were returned to normal, but she would have to go back to the Time Bureau. At least Hank didn't know that Ava had been turned into a child as well. Her absence could be explained by her taking care of her nonexistent ailing mother. Hey, he didn't know that she was a clone from the future, so it was a plausible story.
"Why are we still letting Mick keep the diary?" She asked as we walked into the kitchen. Ray had his face in the newspaper and Zari was eating some cereal.
"It makes him happy and a happy Mick is less likely to do something stupid." I pointed out. "Hello, team."
"Hello." Ray replied as he put the paper down to reveal that he suddenly had a mustache. Ava and I both gasped. "Do you like it? I had Gideon stimulate my hair follicles and voila: instant mustache. I read that Nora likes men with mustaches in one of her letters."
"What is she doing right now, anyway?" I questioned.
"She's going back to school." Ray explained. "I also need your help on deciding on a good Christmas gift for her. Do you think she would like a dog?"
"I think it's sweet that you want to get her a gift." Zari replied. "Almost as sweet as this cereal."
"Ooh, I want some." I declared as I poured myself a bowl. "Big Easy Os. Hmm, never heard of them."
"Well apparently, it has all the sweetness of a real beignet." Zari explained. "It even has trivia. Who was the most prolific serial killer in the United States. That is a weird question for a kids' cereal."
"Ted Bundy, but John Wayne Gacy probably had more victims than they found." Ava replied. At that point, we all stared at her. "What? Everyone has their hobbies."
"Okay, you sound like a creepy child." Ray remarked. "Anyway, according to this not-kid-friendly cereal box, it is New Orleans' own, Marie Laveau."
"What? That can't be right." Ava replied as she snatched the box. "There couldn't have been a high-profile female serial killer. I would have heard of her. The box is wrong."
"No, I think the box is right and we have a fugitive." I told her.
"You are correct Captain Lance, There is a fugitive in New Orleans 1856. According to the newspaper, there was a series of murders perpetrated by a killer who could walk through walls." Gideon explained.
"Well it looks like we're going to The Big Easy." I declared.
I had to admit that I liked the idea of dressing up whenever we went to these different times, I was wearing a lilac tiered southern belle dress with white gloves and a white hat. Ava, on the other hand looked less than thrilled about it. Her dress was blue and frilly with a pink underskirt. She also had her hair curled.
"Are we ever going to go to a time period where I don't have to wear a skirt?" She asked.
"I have a feeling that you would have been a tomboy if you had had a childhood." I remarked before I looked at the team. So, according to the records, all of the killers' victim were young and blonde of high society."
"You may be a little too young, Pup." Charlie replied. I rolled my eyes.
"Now, we need someone to go visit Miss Laveau. Do I have any volunteers?" I asked. I couldn't help but notice that John looked a little uneasy. "Okay, John, you take Charlie and Zari. The rest of us will go and try to find this killer."
"So, you want all of us with magical knowledge away from the fugitive? That can't go wrong in the slightest." Charlie replied. She then grinned. "Sure, I'll go with Jonno and Z."
The rest of us were going to a high society party. It was pretty much a literal tea party because people didn't really drink alcohol at them. At least, I was pretty sure that they did not.
"So, since we're in New Orleans, I wonder if the killer is actually a vampire." Ray replied.
"Ray, the Originals aren't real." I told him. "Besides, the victims were stabbed, not drained of blood."
"But you know blondes are totally Klaus Mikaelson's type." Ray pointed out. Mick and Ava both looked completely confused about what we were talking about.
"John already told me that there were no vampires locked up in the interdimensional prison." I told him.
"Does that mean that you asked him if there were any vampires locked up in the interdimensional prison?" Ava asked me. I blushed.
"I might've." I admitted. "Hey, you're obsessed with serial killers, he likes alien babes, and Ray is a brony."
"This is one weird group." Ava commented as we entered the house.
We started to look around the house. There were quite a few blonde women, so we didn't know who the potential victim was. It might have been a good idea to get a list of names. However, since it was the 19th century, it was possible that they didn't even have a list of victims because they didn't keep track of that kind of stuff back then. We would have to look for anything out of the ordinary.
Ray decided to approach the group.
"Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Raymond Palmer. This is my friend Mick and our daughters, Sara and Ava." He introduced. I wished that he had run that by me first. Also, whose daughter was I supposed to be?
"Welcome to our home." The woman declared. You know that was kind of lucky that he was able to identify the owner of the house. "Perhaps your girls would like to play with our daughter. She's upstairs and it would probably be more interesting than being here."
I sighed. I supposed that we could split up. It would get us some more ground to cover. Plus we could also see if the daughter knew anything about the killer. She would probably be more willing to talk to someone who would actually listen to her. I wasn't sure why I thought she would know. Maybe it was because whenever there was a supernatural serial killer in movies, the kids always knew about it and the adults never listened to them. Then they got killed because no one wanted to see the kids get killed unless they had a lot of problems.
We started to search the rooms for anything suspicious. There were quite a good deal of rooms in the house. Of course, I had lived in a big house myself and had also been to the Queen and Merlyn mansions a couple of times.
"Do we even know what we're looking for?" Ava asked.
"No, but if we see something out of the ordinary, chances are that is what we're looking for." I replied as I noticed a door that was open. It was then that I noticed a girl with blonde hair on the bed. "Hello."
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Our dads brought us here." I explained. "I'm Sara and this is Ava. What's your name?"
"Rebekah." She answered. Hmm, that was a bit of a coincidence. "This is my doll. Miley."
"So, Rebekah, do you know anything about any monsters here in New Orleans?" I asked.
"They won't like it if I tell you." She said. Well that was ominous and probably very informative.
"What do you mean they?" Ava asked. It kind of felt like we were in a horror movie.
"My dolls." Rebekah replied.
"I just remembered that we need to leave." I stated as I pulled Ava out. I then turned on the com. "So, it turns out that the killer that we're looking for is a doll. John, do you know anything that could turn a doll into Chucky?"
"It sounds like a dybbuk." John declared. "It's a malicious spirit that likes to possess things."
"Well we just need to find out which doll it is." I replied as we realized that Rebekah had a lot of dolls. It could have been any of them.
"How do we find out which of these is killing people?" Ava questioned.
"It shouldn't be that hard to figure out my pretty." A high-pitched voice interrupted. At that point, a very ugly male doll came out and leapt onto me. I threw it to the ground and it grabbed a knife.
"We could use some help up here." I declared. I couldn't help but wonder how it had killed so many people considering that it was very easy to see. Maybe it had snuck up on the woman and attack them or just killed them quickly.
"I hate puppets." Mick declared before he blasted the doll with his gun. It screamed as it was lit on fire. It looked even uglier after being set ablaze like that.
"Well, looks like we've solved this." I stated.
"Yeah, and he nearly set my dress on fire." Ava remarked.
"You don't even like that dress." I pointed out.
"That doesn't mean I want this barbarian to light it on fire while I'm wearing it." She argued.
Once we got back to the ship, I decided that I needed to do something about the hostility between them. I came up with an idea.
I decided to call the two of them to dinner.
"What's he doing here?" Ava asked.
"You two have been at each other's throats for a while and I think that we need to find a common ground between you two." I replied. "I know that both of you like to read and Mick also likes to write."
Eventually, I could tell that they seemed to be getting along. Mick seemed a little bit drunk. Suddenly, Ray came in with half of his mustache shaved off. It was one of the strangest looks I have ever seen.
"We have a problem." He declared.
At that point we found out that dybbuk could change vessels and it had taken over…the Martin puppet that Citizen Cold had used last year. What the heck? Hmm, usually, I would think of stronger words there. A fight broke out and finally I kicked it to the ground. I wondered if it realized that becoming a soft puppet wasn't the best idea. Nevertheless, we had Constantine quickly send it to hell. Something like that was too dangerous to send to the Time Bureau. I noticed Constantine still looked kind of off. I needed to talk to him. I decided to do it in the library. Thankfully, he wasn't doing his naked yoga.
"Why have you been acting weird lately?" I asked.
"Being back in New Orleans made me think of someone that I lost." He explained. "His name was Desmond and I loved him."
He then explained how he wanted nothing more to go back in time and save Desmond from being with him because he had to condemn him to Hell to stop a demon. I wondered if that was seriously the only way to do that. I knew I wouldn't be able to do that to Ava.
"So, is Desmond actually dead?" I questioned.
"No." He replied.
"Well, if he's alive in Hell, there has to be some way to get him out of Hell." I reasoned. "We're going to do whatever we can to get him out of there."
"I can't ask you to do that for me." He stated. "I won't let any of you put your lives at risk because of my mistake. Not to mention, we would have to defeat the demon that holds his soul in order to get him back and there's no way that we can do that."
"There's always a way." I argued.
So, Sara found out about Desmond and they're going to try to figure out how to save him. The next chapter will be an original plot involving Christmas and Sara's birthday. Who will they run into? Please don't forget to review.
