Post by Vivinette Rendair on Feb 4, 2010 20:54:06 GMT -5
"The mortality rate has gone up again. But this time from suicides."
Wade and the others looked about as irritated as Vincent felt. They had been sent to stop murders and strange deaths, but the death rate in this city just kept picking up.
Lewis pored over the statistics table again, pushing his glasses higher up onto his nose. "So," he began, chewing on the end of his pencil,"You guys really believe that eighteen people killed themselves all within one hour? That's unlikely, even in the same county, let alone the same city." He shook his head. "That's...."
"Extraordinary," Tanner put in, slipping off his headphones. At nineteen, he was the youngest in Operation: Dark Storm, and it often showed. Daniel, sitting quietly beside the youngest male, nodded slowly. "There's no way," Tanner continued,"that so many people, a bunch of 'em with relatively happy lives, just up and decided to off themselves. Besides, my sense is tingling, and you know that's usually not good."
Wade nodded. "It is illogical," he agreed,"And I sense that something's off as well." The Kingston brothers were the most sensitive to human thoughts, and so often could tell motives behind crimes, especially murders and suicides. He looked toward Vincent, one of the two who had yet to speak. "What do you think, Vince? See anything?"
Vincent grimaced. "I hate it when you ask that," he grumbled,"I can't See everything, you know." Vincent was able to See the present and future, but it hardly ever worked, and it was usually vague and distant.
Wade frowned. "Try. Maybe it'll work this time."
Vincent sighed and squeezed his eyes closed, concentrating.
Flashes of colors distorted the daunting blackness behind his eyelids. Visions swam in and out of sight, fuzzy and blurred.
One slowly drifted into focus, and, as he watched, a tall, lanky man walked across the bedroom of a teenage girl. He stood behind her as she sat at her desk, leaning towards her and beginning to whisper into her ear. She, however, didn't turn towards him, though she didn't respond, either, which meant she had no clue that he was there.
She instead opened a drawer, pulling out a sharp razor blade carefully hidden amongst the contents inside. She slid the cold metal over the thin skin of her right wrist, beads of scarlet blood forming in its wake. After digging deep, she transferred the blade over to her other hand, the sharp corner tearing into the opposite wrist.
As she slumped over her desk, the blood draining from her body, the man turned, looking directly at Vincent. A wicked glint appeared in his eyes as a wolfish grin stretched his face. His sneering mouth began to move, and what he said terrified Vincent wholly and completely. For when he said those words, the feral look in his expression chilled him to the bone.
Vincent opened his eyes, coming back to the meeting room. The other four members were watching him curiously, their eyes questioning. Wade spoke first.
"What did you see?" he demanded.
Vincent took a deep, calming breath, then relayed the whole scene. When he paused just before revealing what the man said to him, Tanner jumped in,"Was this in the present or future?"
Vincent thought back, if a bit reluctantly, and sighed. "No way to tell," he murmured mournfully.
Wade pondered a moment. "No worries... Now, what did he say to you?"
Vincent bit his lower lip, then looked toward Wade.
"That we're next."
Wade and the others looked about as irritated as Vincent felt. They had been sent to stop murders and strange deaths, but the death rate in this city just kept picking up.
Lewis pored over the statistics table again, pushing his glasses higher up onto his nose. "So," he began, chewing on the end of his pencil,"You guys really believe that eighteen people killed themselves all within one hour? That's unlikely, even in the same county, let alone the same city." He shook his head. "That's...."
"Extraordinary," Tanner put in, slipping off his headphones. At nineteen, he was the youngest in Operation: Dark Storm, and it often showed. Daniel, sitting quietly beside the youngest male, nodded slowly. "There's no way," Tanner continued,"that so many people, a bunch of 'em with relatively happy lives, just up and decided to off themselves. Besides, my sense is tingling, and you know that's usually not good."
Wade nodded. "It is illogical," he agreed,"And I sense that something's off as well." The Kingston brothers were the most sensitive to human thoughts, and so often could tell motives behind crimes, especially murders and suicides. He looked toward Vincent, one of the two who had yet to speak. "What do you think, Vince? See anything?"
Vincent grimaced. "I hate it when you ask that," he grumbled,"I can't See everything, you know." Vincent was able to See the present and future, but it hardly ever worked, and it was usually vague and distant.
Wade frowned. "Try. Maybe it'll work this time."
Vincent sighed and squeezed his eyes closed, concentrating.
Flashes of colors distorted the daunting blackness behind his eyelids. Visions swam in and out of sight, fuzzy and blurred.
One slowly drifted into focus, and, as he watched, a tall, lanky man walked across the bedroom of a teenage girl. He stood behind her as she sat at her desk, leaning towards her and beginning to whisper into her ear. She, however, didn't turn towards him, though she didn't respond, either, which meant she had no clue that he was there.
She instead opened a drawer, pulling out a sharp razor blade carefully hidden amongst the contents inside. She slid the cold metal over the thin skin of her right wrist, beads of scarlet blood forming in its wake. After digging deep, she transferred the blade over to her other hand, the sharp corner tearing into the opposite wrist.
As she slumped over her desk, the blood draining from her body, the man turned, looking directly at Vincent. A wicked glint appeared in his eyes as a wolfish grin stretched his face. His sneering mouth began to move, and what he said terrified Vincent wholly and completely. For when he said those words, the feral look in his expression chilled him to the bone.
Vincent opened his eyes, coming back to the meeting room. The other four members were watching him curiously, their eyes questioning. Wade spoke first.
"What did you see?" he demanded.
Vincent took a deep, calming breath, then relayed the whole scene. When he paused just before revealing what the man said to him, Tanner jumped in,"Was this in the present or future?"
Vincent thought back, if a bit reluctantly, and sighed. "No way to tell," he murmured mournfully.
Wade pondered a moment. "No worries... Now, what did he say to you?"
Vincent bit his lower lip, then looked toward Wade.
"That we're next."