Wednesday slumped over her desk, forehead thudding against the wood. She was surrounded by stacks of files and papers, pens loosely dropped around as well as her phone.
She was exhausted.
Exhausted of searching, of putting together leads that are dead ends, following trails that lead back on itself. it's a vicious circle. She was getting nowhere. And with her chief breathing down her neck she needed something soon. He wasn't happy with her slow progress, and every new death is on his head.
She needed evidence. And soon.
Cold, hard unmistakeable evidence.
She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. Her braids falling onto the desk, either side of her face, tickle her pale cheeks. She was tired. It was nearly four in the morning, and she got here early the previous day. Without anyone to come home to though, it was so much a sacrifice to her social life.
It had been three victims in three months.
Three families torn apart by this… monster.
Shredded to ribbons, in locations with no relation. The victims didn't looks alike, they had no similarities, there was nothing tying them together. They were strangers.
She knew the killer lived close, they had to, they all happened in the city and it was unlikely whoever was doing this came here just to torment the police staff. But to what end game? What did they want?
"UGH."
It was futile. Trying to figure it out i'm one sitting. But whoever it was had been tormenting them for months now.
It has started with an older guy, in his forties, he was a successful web designer. New in town with a fiancé. He liked to socialise and drink on the weekends with his group of buddies. He was found by a river bank two miles from his apartment building. Mouth gaping open mid scream. Eyes open wide.
Secondly a college student. A girl who barely turned twenty a month ago. Just started her classes, wasn't a loner by any means. Slaughtered on her campus in the early hours of the morning. Broken and bruised, clothes ripped from her body, her books on the floor beside her splattered in blood.
And lastly was as a shop owner, a man in his late twenties. Found dead in the back alley of his store. Trash still scattered around him with his face painted with fear.
The thing is, whoever was doing this never took anything from the victims. They had their money, wallet, keys and IDs. They'd left the clothes mostly intact and never run off with anything
What did they want?
Wednesday perked her head up at the sound of the coffee machine whirling across the office room. Her dark eyes spying the figure fumbling with the coffee beans. Her turned to lean on the cabinet at his waist behind him. His tall, lean body full of swag even after a long day. His blazer was off, white shirt ruffled and his blonde hair tied up in a loose ponytail.
"Still here Addams?" He asks into the darkness. Not sounding nearly as tired as she was.
"Sadly. I've got Gomez breathing down my neck to catch this guy."
He huffs a dark laugh.
"He wants to get that stick outta his ass if you ask me." He turns to grab a mug and starts to search for a spoon amongst the drawers by the sink. "You're doing fine, you'll get him. We will." He corrects. It had been assigned their case of some discussion.
She leans back in her chair and props her boots up on the desk.
"Doubtful. I can feel it. He's going to kill again. Soon if I don't get him."
He finishes with making his drink and walks over, leaning on her desk slightly and take a generous sip.
His larger hand pats her leg gently.
"You can't think like that. He'll slip up and that's when we get him." He says with a wink.
"Get off Xav." She laughs and kicks him lightly.
"Now now we're a team remember?" He mocks sadness but goes back to his own desk.
"Sure whatever."
"For the mean time, get your ass outta here. Go home. It's late."
She quirks an eyebrow as he gets comfortable.
"And leave you to do all the work?"
He grins.
"Precisely. You look exhausted anyways Addams. We can't go out there catching killers if you pass out on the hunt. Get some sleep."
As her superior she was inclined to agree, but the vulgar gesture she gives him as she closes the door would suffice as an argument. She can hear his laugh all the way down the haul with her bag slung over her shoulder.
It's pretty cold out being January. So she grabs her coat tighter around her and moves for her car across the lot. A little putt off as it was coated in shadows. Careful not to slip on the ice that was heavy in patches across the lot.
She nearly makes it. Keys in hand.
"It's dangerous to be alone out here." She whirls. Finding no one. Keys between her knuckles. Looking around at the shadows, but it's empty.
"Who's there? Xavier?" Her eyes dart all over.
"A little wolf you could say." The words are whispered in her left ear, but before she could jab the keys into the culprits neck her mouth is covered by a dirty cloth and strong arms wrap around her throat.
She struggles, but her mouth is gripped hard. It's a struggle to not inhale but her breathing quickens as the arm around her throat tightens.
She starts to feel faint.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Her keys fall to the floor and those same arms pick her up before she can hit the ground. Unconscious.
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