Title: No Rest For The Wiccans
Rating: M
Summary: When teens that practice Wicca are found dead it is up to Tony and Carol to figure out what the killers sick motives are. Of course they get a little help from Rowan Gant. Wire in the blood, Rowan Gant Investigations Crossover.
Disclaimer: I don't own Carol, Tony, or any of the authors blood and gore. I don't even own M.R Sellars characters. I just like to take them out and play with them.
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To WriterApprentice: Thanks for your review and I believe that all killers don't pay attention to the small rule of 'thou shall not kill.'
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Chapter 9: Saved From Death
The car pulled up and the figure got out, his face covered with a mask. He had been watching the house for the last few hours and he was ready to act. He knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later the door opened.
"Hello," the woman said.
He grinned at her and then pushed her into the house. He closed the door and then grabbed her. She screamed and he slapped her, hard. She fell to the floor and cursing he picked her up and placed her in the chair.
"Is your son here?" he asked.
"Y-Yes," she answered.
"Good, because I want him," he told her and then tied her up.
"What do you want him for?" she asked.
He laughed at her as though she had said something funny.
"Oh I want him for his sins," he answered. "Because he's very guilty."
The woman looked frightened and he was glad. It meant that she knew that he was the one that had killed the others.
"Leave my son alone!" she stated.
"Oh I have no intention of leaving him alone," he told her. "I intend on making him accountable to God."
"You're sick!" she hissed. "You're a sick bastard."
He hit her and she started to cry.
"Sissy bitch," he snarled.
"GET OUT OF HERE, SON, GET OUT OF HERE," the mother bellowed. "THERE'S A KILLER HERE."
He heard moving and cursed. The wizard was getting away. He left her alone and went for the back door. There were a number of locks and it took him forever to get them unlocked. As he got out he saw the car driving away. Now he was mad and the wizard's mother would die. He slammed the door shut and went back into the living room. To his shock the chair was empty.
He ran to the front door and saw the woman's car driving away. The bitch and the wizard had both gotten away. This fueled his anger and the only thing that would sate it was blood. He got into his car and drove away, thinking of his next victim.
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The woman drove as fast as she could, hoping that the man went another way. She knew that she was lucky to get away and she hoped that her son was alright. She couldn't believe her luck that he hadn't tied the ropes tight. She quickly found a pay booth and dialed 999.
"Police, how can I help you?" the man on the other end said.
"Yes, the man that has killed before tried to kill me," the woman said. "Please send someone."
"Okay, we'll have a unit there at once," the officer told her. "Just stay there. Are you somewhere public?"
The woman looked around and saw a Café nearby.
"I'm across from a Café," the woman told the officer.
"Which one?" the officer asked.
She told him and then hung up.
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"Now I want you to close your eyes," Rowan said to Carol. "Imagine that you're setting down. Feel the tip of your spine sprouting a single root, do you envision that."
Carol nodded.
"Now the single root is going down into the earth, burrowing into the ground," Rowan went on. "The root will sprout more roots and as it burrows you feel all the tension leaving your body."
He watched her, looking at how she was doing. He was amazed that she was willing to do this. He knew that not a lot of Catholics wanted to try this and he had a feeling that she might not want to. Now that she was here he was determined to help her through this.
"How do you feel?" Rowan asked.
"Better," Carol answered.
"Good, now open your eyes," Rowan said.
Carol opened them and looked at Rowan.
"So what-."
Her cell phone ringing broke through her sentence.
"Let me take this," she said. "DCI Jordan here."
He watched her expression changing from serenity to shock, then to amazement.
"And they got away," she said. "Okay, call Tony and have him meet me."
And she hung up.
"Thanks for the help," Carol said.
"Don't you want me to come?" Rowan asked.
"Not right now," Carol answered him. "I want Tony to feel like he's needed."
Rowan nodded and he watched her leave.
"I hope she practices," Felicity said.
"I hope so too," Rowan said.
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When Carol pulled up she got out and closed the door. Tony was already there and one of the officers was busy talking to the woman.
"Report," Carol said.
The officer turned to face her.
"It seems that our killer paid her and her son a little visit," the officer told her. "They both managed to get away."
Carol breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did she get a look at his face?" Carol asked.
"No, he was wearing a mask," the officer answered. "But she said that he was six-four and weighted a hundred and sixty pounds."
"Did he have an American accent?" Carol asked.
"She doesn't remember," the officer asked.
"Okay, take her someplace that no one can find her and then let's get the word out on the son," Carol said. "I don't like the idea that the killers target is out there without any protection."
She turned away and motioned Tony to walk with her.
"Well he made his first mistake," Tony said. "And this is good, for us, but not good for his next victim. We need to find a way to inform the pagan community that he's out there."
"That would be a small problem," Carol said. "But we can inform the general community, that would cover the pagan community."
"Good idea," Tony said. "So we sort of have an idea of who we're looking for. However the killer would have to be in his mid-thirties and deadly loyal to the Catholic Church, how ever his views are twisted and warped. He sees all pagans as the ones that need to be eradicated and he doesn't care for moral law. Now that he has failed to kill he will kill soon, maybe in the next couple of days."
Carol didn't want to hear that.
"Okay, you draft up your report and fax it to me," Carol said. "And let's hope to whatever god that boy believes in that he'll be protected."
And she walked away.