Miami
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Chapter 2:
"Oh. Hello. I'm the Doctor."
The guns didn't move. A male American voice soon echoed around the empty tunnels,
"Who the hell are you?"
"I thought I just said that." He turned to Amy, "did I not just say that Pond's?"
Amy and Rory nodded, a little amused at what was going on. The woman to the left of the man spoke next, raising her glock a little as she did so,
"No, really who are you; I want all of your names. Now!"
The Doctor stuttered slightly before regaining his calm exterior,
"I'm the Doctor, this is Amy and Rory." The two people behind him gave a little wave, "And you are?"
The man, who was clearly the authouritive figure, took a step back and shook his head, clearly indicating that he wasn't going to answer. The woman however answered confidently,
"I am Crime scene investigator Madeleine Parker," she said before nodding her head in the direction of her college, "This is Sargent Ian Savich, what are you doing here, and what is that box?"
The Doctor was about to answer the inquisitive young woman when he was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing. Maddy slipped the small device out of her pocket before answering quickly,
"Courtney, hi."
"Another body has been found, a mere 200 metres from where you are right now."
Maddy lowered her gun, momentarily forgetting the three people that had just appeared from nowhere,
"I'll go check it out." The line went dead as she turned to Ian, "Stay here and call for backup to deal with these three, I'll be just down the tunnel, and you," she waved her gun in the trio's direction, "stay her and don't leave Ian's sight."
Maddy jogged quickly down the eerily dark tunnel, her torch doing nothing to keep the shadows at bay, her breath seemed to hang in the chilled air as she slowed her pace, coming to a steady walk as she turned the corner. She stood in something thick and sticky that squelched loudly beneath her shoe, trying not to think too much about it she carried on, trying to think happy thoughts, this situation was not a comfortable one. A few minutes past before she became unhappily aware that she was no longer alone in the tunnel; she felt a presence behind her. Her suspicions were confirmed when a sudden crash made her drop her torch, the metal object hit the dust with a dull thud, the light that it was emitting vanishing. It was then that Maddy became acutely aware of just how vulnerable she was, he gun would be utterly useless if she couldn't see a target to verify. And she definatly could not see a target. She spun round quickly, causing her blonde hair to fall from its bun and land loosely on her shoulder. Another shuffle echoed in the air, she strained her eyes, trying to see who was hiding in the dark. Nothing. Maddy slunk backwards, eventually finding what she had been searching blindly for; the wall of the tunnel. Trying to mould herself into the abyss of shadows, she inched her way along the length of the tunnel. Desperate to find a member of her team. She flinched as a light fell on her face and a voice she recognised floated through the empty air; detective inspector Matthews,
"Miss Parker!" her head snapped up, "The body's this way." She nodded and took a deep shuddering breath before once again searching the tunnel frantically for any signs of a person. Just a rat. She scolded herself as she followed Matthews to the body.
The sight she found ahead of her made her stomach turn, it wasn't that they had found another body; it was that the panic that this poor man had felt moment before his death was still largely evident on his face. Her body went rigid, she held back the small amount of vomit that had involuntarily made its way up her throat, she shook herself, bringing herself back to earth before nodding to the three young police officers standing on the decrepit subway platform, indicating that they could leave, the men were more than happy to oblige as the quickly shuffled up the rotting stairway and back into the fresh air.
Matthews stood a few metres back, allowing Maddy to do her job. The body was that of a man in his late thirties, once again sat in an uncomfortable looking wooden chair, at a small wooden table, rotten fruit and bread littered the surface that was stained in blood. Maddy swallowed when she saw the light blue paper sticking out of his top pocket, she reached out slowly, as if the paper was in itself dangerous, grasping it firmly in her shaking hands, she unfolded it. It was exactly as she suspected an invitation. It was different though there was an extra sentence on the bottom of the paper, she read silently;
You should never have killed them, vermin!
Her eyes widened as she soon calculated and realised what had happened.
R+R please.