The Pursuit of Xinivrae/6

*The following is part of a short story for a D&D run concerning Xinivrae. The beginning of this story is found here: Xinivrae#Chasity.*

Detective Gatz is wearing his sunglasses at night while driving to Oakhurst in his dark blue Mercedes-Benz. The villa is on the far east side of The Island near the ocean. The streetlamp lighting constantly flashes against his Ray-Ban aviators. Gatz has gotten somewhat used to it, but the light just gives him pounding headaches. He opens the middle glove compartment pulling out an orange pharma bottle, pops the lid with his fingers and downs a few tablets hoping the headaches would just go to hell.

Van Halen's *Running with the Devil* is playing. Gatz makes a turn down a lonely path from the main road. The street lamps are far and few between now, as he drives closer to the beach side. There are high grass reeds that stretch for miles on both sides of the road. The reeds make seeing anything beyond the sides of the road, hardly visible, even the ocean close by. Continuing down the long stretch of road, Gatz can see in the distance the flashing red and blue police lights emanating from at least five police cars.

He pulls over easily. Steps out of the vehicle. It is windy and chilly. The tops of the Common Reed bend to the wind. Gatz has a toothpick in his mouth that he sucks on as he approaches the crime scene. The present officers make notes in their notepads.

"Any witnesses?" Gatz startles the officers with.

"No." One replies, "Someone made the call. Sounded like a young boy. Said it would be easy to find what we are looking for at the end of the road. The transcript and audio with 911 should be available. The call came in about 2100 hours."

"What do we have?" Gatz asks.

The responding officer motioned a catholic cross over his chest with his his right hand and then spoke with a light Irish accent, "Body parts. foot, hand, leg, partial head. Teeth are removed or some are shattered. It's really bad. This is the worst one I think we've seen in the past few months." The officer, who is a member of Saint Patty's, couldn't even look at Gatz when making his statement about the scene. He just stared at his notes as if that were helping to hold his tears back. He was afraid that one look at the Detective, would trigger a flood of tears across his tender reddish cheeks.

"Profile?" Gatz inquires.

"Definitely female like the others. Teenager. Young. No sign of tattoos or marks on the parts that we have. I'm really worried these girls are normal kids. I don't think we are dealing with street girls here. Oh, and one more thing... The coroner is going to have to give us word if this is one body or two, just to be sure. It just seems like we are finding parts all over the place, within about a 450 foot radius, I mean literally almost to the mark.

"Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah
I live my life like there's no tomorrow
And all I've got, I had to steal
Least I don't need to beg or borrow
Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills
Ooh, yeah
(Ahh)
Runnin' with the Devil
(Ahh-hah, yeah)
(Woo-hoo-oo)
Runnin' with the Devil
Yes I'm, yeah, hoo
Ooh, you know I
I found the simple life ain't so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you'd call real
Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home
Runnin' with the Devil
(Hold on, hold on I'm runnin' ah yeah)
Runnin' with the Devil
(Ooh ooh, one more time)"

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The Pursuit of Xinivrae, p. 6

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