Thread: A Vision In Blood (Miss Eleanora and Mr. Quixotic)

Cognisant that he'd most likely been caught checking Elizabeth out, Kyle wasn't fazed. The Agent's gaze had been brief and respectful, an appraisal of the visage before him, not lascivious or lewd. As an art connoisseur, shouldn't she appreciate his attraction to visual aesthetics? Have you not seen The Bodyguard? If I was left to protect a Diva like Whitney Houston, I'd likely end up shooting my client instead of the bad guys. Though, I have been told I bear a striking resemblance to Kevin Costner. After the conversation shifted, on noting the Elizabeth's demeanor and hearing the passion in her reply, Lyle swiftly attempted to make amends for his comment. Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Of course, you're right. It's just that I see a little too much of it and the grief that results. The dead all have families, husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters and friends, people who cared for them and would rather still have them alive than immortalised. I do live in the here and now. Which is why I've come to you, a person who can understand the work and what it means in a way that possibly I never will. He held out his hands, both as a peace offering and in acknowledgement of her superior expertise. My loss, considering art dates back to the dawn of cilivilsation. The cave paintings of the Australian aborigines and American Natives, the hieroglyphics of the ancient Egyptians, every other culture, they all can't be wrong, can they? My ex-fiance used to call me one of the smartest, but yet culturally bereft, men she'd ever encountered. A smile played across his lips, That's why she's my ex. It's also untrue. Whilst I avoided the ballet like the plague, there's nothing more magical than listening to talented saxophonist. One of the reasons I chose to come to New Orleans. Uncertain as to why he'd explained himself so thoroughly to the woman, Lyle changed tack and gestured to the prints. Anyway, take a look. He stepped aside to allow her unfettered access. Despite being surprised, considering their conversation, to see an expression of disgust cross her features he remained silent, so that she could concentrate on the task at hand. We presume the outlier was the first time he'd killed. Carter spoke when she was done and turned to meet his eyes. A trial-run and after gaining confidence that he could get away with murder, he evolved with the next four. That isn't unusual with serial-killers, but what is, is the speed. Five victims in such a short space of time? This guy has escalated quickly and he's not going to stop. It makes sense he knew the victims, however, the issue is that we've uncovered no links between any of them, so where did he know them from? Lyle didn't notice his hip touch Elizabeth's as he swiveled to the counter, and splayed his palms on the wood. What have I missed? From left to right, he scanned the prints. The only thing they have in common is that they are unusually handsome and photogenic, and no-one saw or heard a damn thing. It's as if they all simply vanished out of thin air. That gels with them going willingly with someone they knew and trusted, but what is the damn link? The sound of his fist striking the counter top faded as he turned back to Elizabeth, but the frustration remained evident in his tone. Without that, if the killer was working at random and each piece is a one-off inspired by the individual victim - their looks, profession or whatever - after he takes them, there's little hope of finding him unless he makes a mistake. But, what if? What if? He glanced back at the images and tapped each with his index finger. There's a greater purpose behind it. An attempt to immortalise them in order to recapture something he'd lost. Childhood trauma, a memory or tale that made him feel safe, and the demon, wizard, blood-soaked ruler and classical hero are characters who all exist in the same story. A story, visual or written, that he only he knows the plot-line for, but that we need to figure out. Can they all be interrelated? When he returned focus to Elizabeth, Carter's piercing blue eyes bored into hers as if he expected the woman to provide a concrete answer. Slowly, the new-found excitement dissipated and the look Lyle shot Elizabeth was almost bashful. Thanks, I've a lot to mull over. As long as you swear to secrecy, I'll leave the prints here whilst I put my thoughts together, draw up a list of questions and organise availability of the originals. I'd like you to examine those for connections, seemingly incongruous details that the artist has incorporated into more than one of the images, and anything that reminds you of something you've seen before. No matter in what context or how long ago. In the meantime, I'll re-look at the original investigation of the potential links between the men, so we have both bases covered. Just let me know when you're free. Not if, but when. As far as Special Agent Carter was concerned, Elizabeth Rescorae was now an integral part of the investigation. Albeit an unauthorised one whose existence he'd need to keep off the books and hidden from his superiors.