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Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

A whistle came from behind him just before Stanson's partner, Detective Alison Sinclair strolled up beside him. Her brown eyes were focused on the stack of folders on his desk. They still didn't know who the hell they were dealing with. The patterns were similar, but different at the same time. It was extremely possible that they might be dealing with multiple people, perhaps a group of extremist. But then again...whoever was doing this purposely made sure they didn't leave any evidence of themselves behind. It was hard for a group to be so meticulous and consistent. It was nasty tonight...by the time I got to the scene they were zipping up our vic in a body bag. Or what was left of him. She began as she picked up one of the folders. It was just as she thought...these were all cases that were from the last couple of months. Whoever they were dealing with didn't seem like they were going to stop any time soon. The incidents had been so close together...sometimes there were multiple incidents in one night. Those were the ones that threw them off the most...how was their suspect getting around the way he was? Didn't they ever get tired? I hope we get some prints or something this time...but I doubt it with how careful they're being. Going through old cases for more clues? Or at least a direction to go? She asked as she glanced over to him. Micheal had been her partner for a long time before he was ever lead of the Gang Task Force. They worked well together, dealt with some nasty criminals and had been through some sticky situations. But throughout their years together, these had been some of the most bizarre and violent cases she had ever seen. Still, she had done some research...she had something interesting to tell him about a similar string of unsolved killings in Wisconsin.
Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

Michael looked behind him at the whistle, signs of relief coming across his face as he watched his partner approach him. God, he was so thankful she was back. Yeah...Went overkill with the killshot, too. Freaking .50 caliber bullet. Whoever this is has a vendetta. he groaned, wiping his hands over his face as he looked over a case from Fairworth, Illinois. Mass killing. 10 dead in the basement of a condemned house operating a meth ring. Their product left three dead from overdosing, but the cases never went to trial. Three days later, police responded to gunshots being fired, only to find the massacre inside. Don't count on the prints though this one's very careful. Leaves no trace evidence behind whatsoever. he muttered, putting the case file down. This was really starting to get aggravating. But what could they do? It wasn't like the killer was going to turn himself in. Please tell me you have something while you were gone...I feel like I've looked over these case files a hundred times. I can't make a single drop of sense from these. he then playfully pleaded to her of course, anything she could provide would be excellent. He really was stuck and they needed a lead badly.
Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

It's not much, but it's worth looking into...I did some research and it looks like Wisconsin had a similar problem. Lots of gang members gunned down on their own turfs...along with some big shot business men with their fingers in some bad pies. Rapists and murderers, too. But the string of murders stopped a few months ago...around time time our problem started. Alison told him as she pulled up a chair and sat beside. Talked to the PD over there...same thing. No traces of evidence left behind. They only ever had one witness who..is of questionable character. Now, they don't know if it's directly related...but the sighting was of a young female around the age of sixteen. She was covered in blood according to the witness. That was four years ago, however... She couldn't believe that was the only lead they ever had...and then again it wasn't even a lead. It was just a sighting from a prostitute that was hopped up on drugs who was close to one of the crime scenes. She didn't see a weapon or anything...just a lot of blood all over the girl, she claimed. It was possible that the girl had been a victim herself, but they never found her based on the description they had. Get this, their problem lasted for about six years before it stopped. Six years, this vigilante has gone without being caught. Possibly only slipping up one time assuming that girl was actually her. They said the crime rate dropped exponentially over those years, too. They don't seem too torn up over never catching the killer. It was a smaller town...different people. It was possible they didn't try as hard as they should have considering the only victims were scum bags...people who wouldn't be missed. Alison wasn't a hundred percent sure they were dealing with the same killer...but the similarities were uncanny..
Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

Michael could only listen as Alison rattled off everything she had found out true, it wasn't much to go on. The similarities were striking, that much was to be sure. It was something...Still, how dependable would a junkie's testimony be after four years? Many times he encountered these types, they were too strung out to even remember to eat. When she finished, he let out a sigh and leaned back in hi chair. Letting everything soak in. Off the record? Can't say I blame them. I imagine many people are better off with them gone. Even still, this type of vigilantism is not acceptable. People can change...Doesn't mean their crimes should be forgiven, but hanging onto the past like that isn't healthy. He should know he had an opportunity to end someone that put his son in the hospital because he witnessed a drug deal going down. But no, he arrested the bastard and now he was doing hard time over at Pontiac Correctional. Shaking his head, he then added as he smiled at his partner, Good work though, Alison. Let's talk to the Captain, see if we can't arrange a meeting with this witness. Might be a long shot...But it's better than what we've got now. He then stood up and went to the Captain's office, who seemed to be in the middle of a conversation...Rather heated, too. Maybe we should... Michael started to say, before the Captain waved them in. While not the most patient man in the world, he had incredible knowledge of how to get things done by nearly any means necessary. And sometimes that meant taking very extreme liberties and twisting the rules to meet the criteria for a successful closure. Right as they stepped in, the Captain hung up the phone his blue hues were half-lidded by the years of stress and his head shone like a bowling ball. Let me guess...You want to chase down a lead. Captain Stuard stated as he addressed his two top agents. Giving a cursory glance to his partner, Michael just said, Yes sir. Stuard then stood up and asked, Where?
Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

Captain Stuard was a good boss....a busy, slightly impatient one. But a good one. He had been busy these days..and not in a good way. Dealing with the media was tiresome and Alison could understand the frustration he was going through. This killer was starting to become known...infamous. Some people were scared but others were strangely supportive. Still, some psycho who used .50 caliber bullets to take down criminals needed to be found and put away for life. This murderer wasn't the first who decided that they had a right to decide who lived and who died...and they wouldn't be the last. Sooner or later, the definition of 'justice' became skewed...and they're God complex would swell into something out of control. Janesville, Wisconsin. Sir. Alison didn't even hesitate to explain her justifications of traveling 150 miles north on such a small lead. Not to mention there was no harm in visiting the Janesville PD to see if they had any evidence or files archived that could be helpful in any way. Once she was finished she looked straight into Captain Stuard's eyes as if pleading him. We don't have much else to go on, sir. Whoever we're dealing with, they refuse to leave any evidence behind. We have to take a more proactive approach...That is why I started looking up cases outside of Joliet that were similar.
Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

Janesville? Both Stuard and Stanson asked at the same time both men looked at each other, as if one was asking 'You didn't know?' and the other affirmed. You want to go over a hundred miles out on a hunch? the Captain then asked, sitting on the edge of his desk to mull this over. When she even asked please and gave her reasoning why, Stuard gave no response it was obviously a hard choice. These two were his best, and who knew how long it would be before this psychopath struck again. Michael started to speak up in her defense, but Stuard raised a finger to quiet him. You sure you'll find something there? was all he asked. In all honesty, sir...No. replied Michael, not even bothering to hide the truth. Giving a bit of a defeated nod, Stuard just added, I'll have a request put in for your tickets. You'll be leaving in at most two days. He then shooed them out, Go on, get packed. You've got stuff to do. Once they were both out of the office, they would find the Captain answering yet another call that thing seemed to be ringing non stop since this criminal killer came to town. Remind me to never accept a promotion. Michael half-heartedly joked in all honesty, he wasn't even sure this long shot was any shot at all. But it was better than not trying.
Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

Don't think you'd need much of a reminder from me, Stanson. That phone is all the reminder anyone needs. Alison told him with smirk before she left the Captain to his work. Ugh...even she got annoyed by that thing and she didn't even have to answer it. As promised, her and Stanson got their tickets to Janesville within two days. The killer seemed to be taking a little break...that or they just didn't get any reports. There had been cases where they had found bodies days after the murder was committed. This killer did not hide bodies, but sometimes they would kill in places where not many people went through. And most of these gang members and drug dealers met in places they didn't want to be found. If there was no one around to report gunshots...they just weren't found until much later by someone who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time. Janesville was definitely a quiet town compared to Joliet, even before their crime rate dropped. Whoever was responsible for the murders more than likely had been raised here. She couldn't see a vigilante murderer picking Janesville for any other reason than they were already there. Still, the gang activity beforehand was nothing to sneeze at. Looks like Janeville used to be one of the hot spots for criminal activity when it came to manufacturing drugs and smuggling them into larger areas. Thankfully, their one and only witness was still alive and in town. Junkie who had gone straight, even better. It was no trouble getting her to meet up with them over lunch...having her come to the police station was a little too intimidating and Alison wanted her to be able to relax and focus on the memory. They waited for her at a small diner, where they would be able to hear themselves think. Sure enough, come four pm their witness walked in. She was a small woman of Latino descent. Short dark hair and brown eyes. She was dressed in black slacks and a green polo shirt. Must have come here after work. Alicia! Alison called to get her attention. The woman looked over to their booth and smiled a little before moving to join them. You must be Detective Sinclair and Stanson...it's nice to meet you. Alicia told them with a smile before shaking their hands and having a seat. It's nice to meet you too, Ms. Sanchez. Alison told her with a smile. Thanks for coming here to meet with us. We really appreciate it.
Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

It was a relatively peaceful flight from Joliet of course, like most others, there was always the issue of a screaming child. Or several, in this case. He just wished the parents would give them some codeine or something to shut them up. Luckily, the flight itself was not long at all. Less than twenty minutes total from boarding to offloading. They even managed to secure a flight at a reasonable time so that they wouldn't wake up so bloody early. Though Stanson had a suspicion it was because some of the earlier flights were full that this was the case. In any case, it wasn't likely they would be finding much here. As the woman sat down, Stanson could still see some of the effects of the woman's former addiction. Still, he would give her credit for sobering up drug addiction wasn't an easy thing to overcome for a lot of people. Yeah...We're kind of hoping you could help us out here. he then added to his partner's last statement. Leaning down a little, he then There was a string of murders starting back in '98. Happened around this area. Then in 2000, you told detectives that some local gangbangers were yelling at the top of their lungs from inside of an abandoned house. Gunshots going off like fireworks. Then you say you saw a girl covered in blood running away from the scene. Pausing for a bit to let it soak in, Now, I realize it was a long time ago...But is there anything else you can remember? Anything at all?
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Thread: RP: The Perfect Drug ( Horror_Show & Dimitri-klyff)

Zoey was still awake but fading in and out of consciousness as a male doctor was delicately dressing the bandages on her hands. Pain medication and sedatives were regularly administered through her IVs periodically so she was comfortable. It didnt take long for her to notice his distinct psychical features. He was extremely attractive his facial features were strong and angular. He was tall, lean yet muscular, broad shoulder with dark hair that was neatly slicked back and parted. He had thick eyebrows with intense chestnut colored eyes that hid behind thick-rimmed glasses. He was dressed in kaki pants and a nice oxford collard shirt with a white lab coat pulled over. Her eyes was still adjusting so she couldnt make out his name on his badge. She leaned back swallowing a mouthful of spit as her throat felt scratchy. She didnt recall most doctors being this ridiculously good-looking but wondered if it was still the drugs. Her head slightly nodded as he asked her name and she leaned back trying to scoot back against the bed. He bent over grabbing a remote control looking device that was attached to the hospital bed and pushed a button making the top part of the bed come upwards so she was laying in an upright position. She wondered where her stepfather was as she remembered hearing him outside in the hallways moments ago or had she faded back out? Better soon? What did that mean? Would she be released and have to go back home? That was the last place she wanted to go. Right now she was dreading not getting the damn task done. She was supposed to be gone, non-existent so she didnt have to deal with anyones bullshit, especially the pain and harassment from Phil or her ignorant blind mother. Why wasnt Phill allowed to see me? Will I be released soon? She asked carefully. Zoey was unaware the doctor was aware she was a victim of both sexual and psychical abuse on top of mental illnesses. He would notice how calm and collected she was even in her battered state, how she would protect herself and the man that deserved nothing but time in prison.
Thread: RP: The Perfect Drug ( Horror_Show & Dimitri-klyff)

Only when Zoey opened her eyes did he realize that she was absolutely a stunning girl. Damon couldn't quite pin his thoughts down as he wondered how someone so drugged and so lost could look so beautiful. There was something about her pale face, her almond-shaped eyes, and her straight blonde hair that captured his attention for a few minutes. Just as he admired her, he heard her asking about a man named Phil. He figured that must have been the man too desperate to see her. And probably the man who was responsible for some of this mess. He fixed the tubes of her IVs so that they won't intertwine before he checked her records again. Filed by the intern nurse were observations of possible rape which was reported by the female nurses who initially checked on Zoey. There was a sudden uncontrollable urge to protect this girl. If the man was indeed responsible for it, Damon didn't want him near her. Excuse me a moment, Damon said. He smiled at her and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder before exiting the room. He headed towards the nurse desk where the intern was and informed him to tell security to never allow the man causing the scene earlier to ever come to the hospital until Zoey was discharged. Once the order was commanded, Damon went back to the room of the girl. Sorry, Zoey, something came up, He said. Damon set the folder of Zoey's records aside and pulled a chair beside the bed so that he can sit down beside her. Phil won't be seeing you for a while due to reasons you might not want to talk about now. He smiled at her, took her bandaged hand, and gently held it with his own. It was an action that was far too forbidden for him to do but he felt it was a necessary gesture. He couldn't imagine, at all, what the girl was going through but he knew any form of gentle gesture could help her now especially that she was all alone in the room. Come to think of it, why was she alone in the firs place? The thought angered Damon immensely. I know the drugs are taking effects now, so, tell you what, you rest now and maybe we can talk some other time, okay? He told her with his voice so comforting yet deep and husky, as he gave her a smile a friend would in times of trouble.
Thread: RP: The Perfect Drug ( Horror_Show & Dimitri-klyff)

Zoey was able to open her own golden eyes just a little wider trying to fight the sedation. She wanted to coherent enough to communicate with the doctor. As he leaned over adjusting her IVs she gulped watching his forum over her. As she caught her breath he patted her back and quickly excused himself. She scooted herself so she could sit up more to try to look out the windows but it was impossible. Within minutes she was relieved to see him walk back in to her side. He pulled up a seat and sat beside her, almost to close for comfort and gently took one of her bandaged hands in his own. They were sore and stitched but the way he ever so slightly caressed them felt soothing. Was he supposed to even have psychical contact with her? She questioned it because she wasnt so fond of men being in close proximity, especially Phil but this felt different or it was the sedation talking. They must have used a rape kit and had proof Phil had sexually abused her. She was so use to the reality of it. It didnt faze her but the thought of what he could do to her was still a little terrifying. She was quiet but her eyes could speak a million words of pain and concern. As he commented on the drugs taking effect she leaned forward feeling a little dizzy but slowly let her eyes meet his. He had beautiful eyes captivating, intelligent, deep and dark, dark with dominating secrets. She nodded shyly and felt weird and let a bandage hand comb back a few strands of her hair that was total mess and untamed. Will I be here long? She asked calmly.
Thread: RP: The Perfect Drug ( Horror_Show & Dimitri-klyff)

Before she knew it Zoey was stirring awake as Dr. Michaels was back in her room checking her monitors. She didnt question him checking her monitors thinking nothing less of it. His charming smile greets her. She is memorized watching him like one would watch a rare dangerous predator. How could this older man have this effect on her? She had never even had time to properly go through puberty before her mother met Phil and he started secretly depraving her of her dignity and innocence. After it began she had no desire to seek out boys or girls, it didnt matter. Sex was nothing but a weapon. She had never even been attracted to the opposite sex and thought if she ever did get free she would only trust females. But this doctor was different, he was ungodly beautiful but she yawned protecting her inner thoughts and gave a weak smile back. Her stomach growls and she realizes she is starving. Are you hungry? I can have a nurse order you a tray. He walks over to the other side of her bed as she is sitting up brushing her bedhead hair out of her face. It keeps falling back sheltering her eyes. What I wouldnt do for a cheeseburger and a coke. She lazily jokes and is stretching her legs from underneath the covers. The doctor out of nowhere vanishes and she is left confused wondering if she said something wrong. She then felt awkward and had that feeling of fear when Phil got angry when she did things he didnt like and didnt notice it. It always resulted in more physical and unbearable sexual abuse. She ignored it. He was a doctor, he wouldnt hurt her, and it was his job to get her better, right? He quickly retuned saying nothing of before. He checked her bandages and all her stitches, which were on her hands, arms and forehead. His hands moved so fluently and gracefully as they worked. A nurse came in carrying first aid material but was stunned when she saw he was already doing it. She nodded politely as he dismissed her and left. Was she supposed to be doing this and not you? She asked curiously as yet more strands of messy hair came to fall in her face as she peered up at him. She got lost in his gaze and felt her breath stop. He also noticed and stopped only momentarily to give her one of his gorgeous smiles. Breathe Zoey. He says checking her pulse. She flushed brightly wondering if he knew why she was like this. Moments later another male aid came in with a bag of fast food. Her eyes lit up as she smiled it. He nodded at the doctor and put it on the bed and set a large fountain drink on the bedside table. He made someone go get her actual food. He quickly finished dressing her wounds and let her grab the bag. She looked up at him stunned. You didnt have to do this.
Thread: RP: The Perfect Drug ( Horror_Show & Dimitri-klyff)

Damon functioned like a robot for some unknown reasons just because Zoey was a lot cheerful and more alive this morning. In fact, when she made that supposed joke, he ended up exiting the room and calling for delivery. He figured it would be better to spoil her with her food cravings than to have her mental health decline again. You didn't have to do this, she remarked. Yes, he didn't have to do it but he wanted to and his reason was simple. Let's just say, he began as he pulled up a seat and sat down beside the bed. He set aside his clipboards and folders to free his hand. I can sympathize to where you are now. And, well, personally I'd prefer seeing that you're well and not suffering. Isn't that the goal for doctors? To see their patients are doing okay? Right after finishing his statement, Damon felt his phone vibrating from his pocket. He took it out and when his dad's name appeared on the screen, he gulped discreetly and answered the call with full confidence and calmness. Hello? ... Yes, Mr. Michaels... Yes, I'm in the hospital right now... Oh, yes yes, I've heard of the case... There was a long pause. Okay. I'll fix the papers and start the transfer immediately.... Yes, Mr. Michaels. Thank you. Have a good day. He tucked his phone away and turned his attention back to the girl. Sorry about that, he told her. Damon, for a while, became silent. Their eyes met for a brief moment and Damon kept their gaze fixed, none of them daring to break the connection for quite some time until Damon cleared his throat and looked away. So, umm, Zoey... He said. Can you tell me more about yourself and how you're feeling today? He fixed his glasses and pushed it up on his face through the rim. Damon flashed his usual smile, leaned down on the metal sides of the bed, and waited for Zoey's response.