BONES
The Demon in the Dark
I do not own Bones or the characters
Rated T for violence, etc.
Wendell just so happens to be my favourite intern. xP He's adorable!
Oh yeah. This is before Brennan's pregnancy/Vincent's death even though Vincent doesn't appear in the story.
Or maybe he will. I don't know yet.
RANDOM CHARACTER (no set character) POV
When Cam followed Wendell down the hall she found that everyone was focused on Booth who was standing, grim faced, listening to someone on the other end of his cellphone.
He came to get me to watch Booth talk?She wondered. She knew better.
"Yep. Yeah, okay. We'll do that," Booth shut the phone and then looked mildly in to the distance for a moment.
Cam's confusion grew, as did her concern.
"What happened?"
"We found two more bodies with similar... beatings... Both were males, approximately the same age, and we are still working on the identities of the other two," Booth's voice was tight and it was clear that... Oh!
"The other two? Who is this guy?" She nodded to the body beside her before coming up with her next question.
"Michael Olson. Early twenties, he was reported missing by his parents two weeks ago. They said he was coming home to visit for his mom's birthday and he never showed up," Angela said and her face was solemn. What a horrible birthday present,she thought.
Now it was Cam's turn to go grim.
She looked at Booth.
"We're looking for a serial killer," he said, and they all turned to see the two additional bodies being brought in.
Brennan POV
Wendell and Hodges had been sent to the crime scene scenes to collect any evidence they could as to who the killer might be, and Angela, being as death-wary as most normal people, had run off - so now it left Brennan and the bones (Cam preferred the flesh to the bone).
The fact that it was a serial killer whom had killed these three men were of little interest to her.
No, it was more of the fact of how similareach of the men were.
All three were either in their very low twenties or late teens, were of a lesser than average build (not very muscular or generally strong), and had received similar injuries. Broken bones, lacerations, a slit throat. They had been brutally beaten for a long time before being killed, and if that fact wasn't sickening or not, the wounds not only spoke of an angry attacker, but one who enjoyedwhat he or she was doing - a serial killer for sure. He or she enjoyed the 'game' of causing people pain.
What she also noticed that the damage had not been done quickly.
It had been carried out over a long period of time - the oldest break on their known victim Michael being just under two weeks ago, when he had been reported missing. The newest injury had been the slice to the neck, done sometime between twenty and twelve hours ago.
All three victims had been tortured, killed, and dumped.
Now she had to figure out who had done it. There was no whyfor crimes like these. No rationale. No remorse or sorrow or motivation other than being at the wrong age at the wrong time, at the wrong gender at the wrong time, or even of the wrong hair colour, eye colour, race, and clothing style at the wrong time. Serial killers had serious issues even beyond their killing - it was normally some deeply rooted social issue that was directed at a specific thing, but it wasn't always the same 'thing' that they went after. No, they could change patterns as wildly as a bird changed its course. They evolved, and devolved. They killed and killed again. They begged to be caught.
So she would catch them. With Booth, of course, they would catch the serial killer, hopefully before he or she struck again.
Whoever he or she was, they were playing a very distasteful game indeed. And it truly was a game to them. Human lives were not really lives, but just numbers and statistics, and feelings and emotions of any sort were nonexistent figments of the imagination
Even she, as rational as she was, understood the human (and perhaps animal) need for feelings and emotions.
Without them there would surely be a lot more bodies piled up - and no one around to bring them justice. And life would be nothing but a video game for the demons in human skin.
OC POV
As he watched the news, he felt his face twist in fury.
The bodies had been found, by some stupid, meandering idiot no doubt, who had nothing better to do than try and throw a cover over his game. You goddamned sonovabitch,he thought, pacing stress-fully
The FBI was involved, and so were scientists from the best crime lab in, probably, the world.
You left no evidence on the bodies. You have nothing to worry about, he assured himself. Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on them... To add a new chapter to his game. And if they got too close...