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Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Dennis Kohr was the fifth person that the Bogeyman had killed in this area. That was more then enough. It was time for Joseph Heller to move on, to lift up his ties and find a way to move on to another city, other unknown crimes that needed to be punished. Heller had already begun preparations to vanish and re-emerge elsewhere. Not this time, Joseph had whispered, and suddenly things had become complicated. Surely you're not still worrying about that blind whore, Heller had demanded, knowing the truth even so. Joseph had always had trouble with what was happening, always tried to close his eyes against the screams and tears. He had succeeded in the past, because he had known that the ones bleeding under Heller's knife had deserved it. But now he had heard the weeping of an innocent, seen the tears of a harmless girl and known that he was responsible. I was responsible, Heller asserted, but the distinction was meaningless now. Fine then, Heller had snarled, watching himself with cold contempt. What the fuck do you intend to do about it? I don't know. Something. As Emile sat within her home, a black and white squad car pulled up to the front of the house. As usual, it was not alone. Several cars already lined the streets before the building, and as usual a handful of people were trying to look nonchalant as they roamed the area. Some were just reporters, waiting to catch of a glimpse of the blind survivor and hoping to get a story that hadn't yet been printed. Perhaps this would be the day the Bogeyman came back to finish the job wouldn't that be Pulitzer material! But others were worse, the vultures, each one with a plan to take advantage of the suffering within the quiet home. All of them reacted to the approaching car, all of them knew what it meant soon the girl would emerge, and then they would have the chance to act. The car pulled into the short driveway and the officer got out, glaring at the bystanders who quickly attempted to look harmless. With a faint mutter of disgust he walked up the short path towards the by-now familiar house, pressing firmly upon the doorbell. It was time for Emile's daily visit to the station, half-debriefing and half-interrogation. For all of the questions it raised, there were still some within the force who thought she was guilty, or covering for someone, and so the endless questioning continued. The officer standing outside her door, who'd been the one to pick her up every day for the past couple of weeks, knew that the questioning was pointless. He knew exactly what she did and did not know, and she didn't know anything that might have been useful. No one knew that better than him. Ms. Burns? The officer called out as he stood outside the door. It's me, Officer Heller. Not a problem.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Her fingers stopped moving over the little bumps, she paused to turn her head towards where she remembered the door to be. She put on a little smile, the officer was always nice to her he chose not to coddle, but to help. She shook her head once more, her hair was longer now, the strawberry blond curls hanging recklessly from her head, naturally creating a perfect slope for bangs and hanging over her shoulder blades like they were held there by some sort of force. Emile had lost weight since the death of her fiance, her slightly curvaceous form was losing it's luster as she had no desire to eat on most days. Though today she would, today she had to, her noted this as her stomach rumbled in protest. Emile didn't wish to die, she knew Dennis would have frowned upon such thoughts, so she would push on. Clearing her throat, she turned to the door, Come in, Officer Heller. It was odd for her, to call people by their title, being as easy-going as she was. I need a moment to get my shoes on anyways. She informed him as she searched for the remote on the couch next to her. Finding it, she turned off the noise and stood. The woman was barely five foot two with her back straight and head held high. By-standers thought that because she was blinded, she did not know they were there, so she acted as such. Briskly the woman turned towards the door, letter still in hand. I was thinking about getting a seeing eye dog, you know? A good old Labrador to keep me company and make sure I don't sway into oncoming traffic. She snickered a bit to herself, using her toes to find her shoes. The only pair of shoes she left out, an easy pair of slip on's. Today she wore simple jeans and a long sleeved, cream coloured shirt. On her left hand her engagement ring still stood, it's platinum band shone in the sunlight, the four diamonds --for the amount of year's they'd known each other-- glittered defiantly. No longer was it a simple engagement ring, and Emile knew one day she'd have to switch the finger it laid on, it was the reminder of Dennis. First, her lawyer's 'understudy', then her friend, then her romantic interest, and soon to be her husband. Wiggling her foot after getting her shoes on, she turned up to face the officer --as it was polite to do so-- and smiled softly, rolling her ring in her nervous habit, her sensitive thumb pad brushing the diamonds reading them like she did braille. I'm ready to go, officer. She stepped out into the sunlight-- not that she could see it, but the warmth on her skin was enough to tell her it was there--, her back straight, head high. Behind her was a house she'd never seen, it was a larger house with white stucco sides and roman-styles pillars, three steps down from the platform would bring her down to the stone path, leading towards the driveway with her ride waiting, before the car was a large one-car garage. Her husband-to-be's Acura still sitting there, some of his secrets were still hidden in that garage, on a computer no one had found.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Joseph removed his hat as he opened the door and stepped into the home, exposing the neatly trimmed black hair that was a legacy of his father. Ultimately it was a fairly meaningless gesture since she couldn't see him, but he removed it nevertheless. His mother would have been so disappointed if he had failed to show a woman every courtesy, regardless of circumstances or horrible, dark secrets. Normally this would also have meant doing everything the poor blind woman needed doing, but he stood by the door and waited calmly as she prepared herself to go. If she couldn't rely on herself, then she would never be strong enough to get through the next few months. He looked around the house as he waited. Emile seemed to be doing alright certainly the place could use a good vacuuming, but that was more than understandable. But she was still playing with the ring, the engagement ring that Dennis had given her. Joseph had seen her playing with it hundreds of times in the past few weeks, and he still wasn't quite sure whether it was mere habit or a way of reminding herself what she had lost. Perhaps the ring should go missing, Heller idly wondered, but he was quickly silenced. That sounds like a fine idea, he said when she mentioned the seeing eye dog. You couldn't just nod and make neutral sounds when speaking with a blind person if you didn't verbalize your thoughts, they might as well never have happened. If you'd like to try it out, I could ask Officer Morric to lend you Sparky. He's one of our K-9 units, loves meeting new people. When she finally announced she was ready to go he did nod, replacing his hat upon his head, and stood aside to let her pass, her small form several inches shorter then his taller, athletic body. He needed to be in good shape you couldn't always count on disabling a target in a single blow. It shouldn't take very long today, he explained as she passed him. The new Lieutenant is being briefed on the case today, the Sergeant just wants to make sure you're there in case he has any questions. As they stepped outside, the calls began almost immediately. Miss Burns, a word for the Gazette! What did the Bogeyman say to you? It's a top of the line alarm system, guaranteed to end the nightmares once and for all! The shouts came even as Heller glared back, a silent snarl on his face that promised more than jail time should any of these people actually approach or harm Emile. He parked in the same place every day, and always made sure to open up the door for her, so that it would be as easy as possible for Emile to follow the stone path and climb into the squad car. Mind your head, he told her, as he did every day.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Sparky? Creative name. She teased gently, patting his arm as she walked, a gentle gesture that spoke her thanks in a non-verbal way. Maybe when we're down at the station I'll speak with him, it gets too quiet here. Emile made we way with her usual small steps, using her ball of her feet to make sure she wasn't about to fall off a ledge or down the steps. There was a railing along the side of the stairs, but she wouldn't show weakness if she didn't have to. New Lieutenant? What happened to Miller? She asked in a gently voice as her hands reached out for balance for a short second. Oh, he was moved, I remember now. Down to the south, to be by his wife's family, they own a cattle ranch or something. She was a nice lady, Mrs. Miller, she made me those oatmeal cookies that one time. They were a little over-done, but I think it was the thought that counts. Emile rambled a little, she liked listening to herself speak and she'd admit it to anyone. Dennis had always liked her ramblings, found them cute, said it was a good way to fill empty space with words. Emile didn't like silence. Emile had been told on many occasions her eyes were both wonderful and horrifying, back when she had sight, they were a bright baby blue, but now with her blindness they were a pale white-blue cataracts. She knew how people cringed when they saw her unfocused eyes, so a deterrent towards the vultures was to look directly at the voices with an emotionless face, let them see what she could not, let them look into her darkness. Everyday he said the same words, and every day she thanked him softly and ducked her head to get into the back of the squad car, her pale fingers wrapping around the separation and helping herself get in. As the door closed behind her, she listened to the muffled voices, Do you think he's coming back for you? What would you say to him if you could? Is the Bogeyman really a woman? A little sigh passed the woman's lips as the front door opened, letting the voices become sharp and insistent for only a moment. She fiddled with the seat belt before she cinched herself in behind Heller. Do you think they'll ever catch him, Officer Heller? She asked gently, still rolling the ring around her finger. Now usually she didn't ask such questions, they would ride in silence and neither complained. But Emile was blind, not stupid, she could count the days. If you do, I'd like to speak with him, if that would be allowed. I just... have one question. Musing for a moment, she brought her ring-finger to her lip, tapping it twice. Maybe two. I don't know what Dennis had done to deserve what happened to him, first off... but... why didn't he kill me too? I mean... he was obviously in the room when I came in. And let's be honest here, I'm easy pickings. She laughed softly, shaking her locks and closing her eyes. This world is so fucked up.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster That's right, he told her as she mentioned the Lieutenant, partially to continue the conversation and partially to help drown out the filth surrounding her home. Heller would dearly have loved the opportunity to make an example out of a few of them, and every day Joseph came closer to letting him. It's actually an alpaca ranch, they're basically smaller llamas. He always said that dealing with things that spit at you all the time was still better than dealing with the press, he explained with a slight laugh. The new lieutenant, a young, active man named Walter Kinsman, had so far exhausted nearly everyone in the precinct by his mere presence. Rumor had it that his high rank was purely the work of a highly-placed uncle, and he was ready to waltz in and solve every cold case on the books as though the cops in charge simply hadn't thought hard enough. The Bogeyman was his latest project, and if you listened to him then the criminal would be in jail by morning. Joseph Heller was not optimistic about the young lieutenant's chances, and rather hoped he would just accept the briefing and let Emile leave. Speaking with him was enough of a chore, he couldn't imagine what being interrogated by the man must be like. Finally he climbed into the car, shutting out the vultures' insistent sound, and the engine roared into life. Joseph glanced into the back seat to be sure Emile had found her seatbelt before he pulled out, but paused when she asked her question. It was a question that he knew must be coming one day, and yet he still found himself caught off-guard. What in God's name was he supposed to say, especially when he knew the exact answers she so desperately wanted yet could never learn? He hesitated for only an instant, yet who knew whether or not she had noticed. Of course we'll get him, he said encouragingly, the words he had to say regardless of what he actually thought. Sickos like that, they always mess up sooner or later. They think they're untouchable, and that's when they make mistakes. Silence for a few moments, save for the car's engine as they drove deeper into the city. Should he tell her? The lieutenant had leaped all over the theory the moment he'd heard it, and the evidence was hard to ignore. If he questioned her, then Kinsman was going to mention it, and he was going to handle it a lot less delicately then he should. There's, uh, he started, clearing his throat. There's a new theory floating around the station, about why he would have targeted Dennis and left you alone. You're probably going to hear about it today, and I don't want it to catch you by surprise. The first two victims, the brother and sister from out of town, their old house got sold and the new owners found some...uh, he hesitated again, illegal materials hidden in their basement. And after we found out that the doctor had been poisoning his patients, it...well, some people are starting to see a pattern, he finished, watching her face carefully in the mirror.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile laid her hands out on the cheap leather interior backseat she was currently sat upon, her finger pads brushing over the divots and seams, trying to remember what it would have looked like. She wondered vaguely about the new Lieutenant, about if he knew her predication as well as Miller had, if he would continue to bring her almost daily to the station, and what kind of man he was. It was the things Emile used to guess within making eye-contact with a person, but without such things, she had to rely on her guts and her other senses. And no one really 'smelled like a bad person', it was a silly notion. She raised her leg to cross over the opposite knee as he paused, she pursed her lips. Probably trying to think of some bullshit answer, trying to give the poor blind woman some sort of closure. She thought grimly, tightening her grasp on her opposite hand in momentary anger. She exhaled softly though, No, perhaps he only wishes to give me the same answer as he does the reporters... don't want to give me something I may leak. She rations, and let's her hand go. How many has he killed though? Five including Dennis? You'd think he would have screwed up already... or maybe that I would be the one who screwed him up. She sighed again, shifting in the seat as they took a turn, quickly putting a hand out to stop herself from sliding onto her side. The vibrations from the cars engine flowed through her, making her other senses weaker. She had hated cars since her accident, just the smell of gasoline made her uneasy. Emile said a silent prayer she believed no one would hear that Officer Heller was a good driver. Emile was silent for a long moment, her brow creasing as she thought. You mean... they believe Dennis was guilty of something? She gasped softly, turning in her seat to look behind her -- an old habit. Are your people searching my home right now?! Looking for something that would make-- make my murdered fiance look guilty? Have you been tricking me this whole time? Emile turned back towards the front of the vehicle. Bring me home. I'm not letting any of you into my home! I want.. I want a lawyer or something! Ranted Emile. When the vehicle didn't stop Emile settled down a fraction, her hands falling onto her lap with a little 'thud'. ...what do you think he did? She asked in a little voice, her expression only similar to that of a wounded puppy. She blinked unseeingly at her left hand, the engagement ring her husband-to-be spent hours describing to her twisting on her finger.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster What did he think Dennis had done? Joseph Heller knew exactly what Dennis Kohr had done, knew exactly why he had been chosen to die. It was only dumb luck and careful stalking that he knew at all, so good had Dennis been at covering his tracks. But she couldn't know that. Even if the police did somehow find evidence, he refused to let her find out what the man she intended to marry had truly been, no matter what that meant. How long are you going to protect her? Heller whispered. No, no, he said hurriedly, sincerity plain in his voice. If he had learned anything well, it was how to fake sincerity. They're just desperate for any kind of link between the victims, they don't really have anything. He glanced up ahead, scanning the streets in search of a place to stop. The best choice was a small gas station, and after a few more moments the squad car pulled to a stop at one of the pumps. We're not at the precinct, we're just parked, he explained to his passenger, looking back with genuine sympathy in his voice. All of this, and yet somehow he was still finding the lies difficult. There are a few people who believe that Dennis was a criminal, but it's nothing but speculation. There's no evidence, no one is searching your home, no one is accusing him or you of anything. I just didn't want them to spring it on you the moment you walked into the station, and if Lieutenant Kinsman had told you...he wouldn't have let you know that it was just a theory, he finished, watching her sadly. I'm sorry, he said after a moment. Do you want me to bring you home? I can make hem reschedule, he offered. Such an action would result in him getting his chewed out by the notoriously hard-assed Sergeant Davies, but better that than force Emile to try and defend her dead love against currently baseless accusations.
Thread: The Killer and The Victim (I_Am_Nobody x CyanideDisaster) (Completed)

RE The Killer and The Victim IAmNobody x CyanideDisaster Emile sat up as the car stopped, she straightened and reached for her seat belt, before being informed of the actual situation. She 'oh'ed softly and let her hands rest on the seat again. I can't think of any way he could be guilty of anything, the firm always did things 'if we don't win, you don't pay'. That doesn't break the law. She chewed her lip for a moment, He didn't even have any enemies. Emile said this with more emotion in her voice than she did when under interrogation, even though they would never call it such to her face, she knew it really was. Her ears caught him moving in his seat, shifting to face back at her. Oh... okay. She fiddled for a moment with her seat belt, suddenly feeling foolish for her outburst, she knew Dennis was a good man-- a great man even! And it was ridiculous to question him now that he was dead. Thank you Officer Heller, it's good to know that at least some of the police are looking out for my well-being. Isn't it 'serve the people' or some such? Seems silly that I'm being treated like a suspect, rather than a victim, other than you and Morric. She smiled up at him, It will remain theory, Dennis was a great man. He made the offer and she sat silently for a moment, fixated on the feel of diamonds under her finger tips. She thought about what her late fiance would say in this situation, thought about how he would act if she were the one murdered. Emile put on a strong face and tilted her head in Heller's direction, No. That will only bounce back poorly on the both of us. She leaned back into her fake leather seat, closing her eyes for another moment. Plus, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. Emile kept her eyes closed, but reached out for the barricade between the driver and backseat, her fingers tapping the plastic rungs. Thank you, by the way, you've been doing more for me than you should. You're a real friend, officer. Leaning further into the seats, she began to build up her walls, readying herself to be bombarded with questions.