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rainbowfic2012-08-27 09:25 am
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-27 09:25 am
Entry tags:
Lawn Green 4, Bone Black 4
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: The Murder of Neil Everett
Colors: Lawn Green 4. pool party; Bone Black 4. Cadaver
Word Count: 728
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing and a dead guy.
Summary: Detective Kellen calls Mitchell in to communicate with a murder victim.
The body lay flat on its back, limbs laid out as if he was simply enjoying some sun by the poolside instead of the center of a crime scene. Around it chairs and tables had been shoved aside or knocked over. Brightly colored cups and plates dotted confetti adorned tables, and a banner across the way read "Welcome Home!"
Mitchell stood well back, waiting for Detective Kellen to finish speaking with her partner. He had been allowed under the tape without fuss, for once, and the officer had left him alone. Either he was coming around often enough that he was recognized, or Kellen had warned them all to stop harassing her best wizarding consultant.
Her only wizarding consultant, but still.
She approached him, wiping her brow. "I hate summer murders."
"I kind of hate all murders. You're sure it wasn't accidental?"
She waved her hand. "Let me do the detecting, Pathing, and I'll let you do the wizarding."
He grinned. "Fair enough. What did you need me for?"
"Walk with me. The EMF picked up a weak signal in the men's changing room. Rogers says it's probably an older haunting, but I'm hoping he's wrong."
Mitchell shrugged. Human machines were never a good replacement for a Seer. "Why do you want him to be wrong?"
Kellen held open the door to the changing room. "That man didn't drown."
Mitchell walked past her, frowning. The vague, cold feeling of death permeated the room, but it was as weak as Rogers said. Older hauntings practically had a smell, though; this one was fading. A ghost passing on without needing convincing -- or banishment -- was usually a good thing. But Kellen needed evidence.
"He's fading. Not much time." Mitchell hurried through the shower stalls, peering into each one for only a moment. At the far end of the room, in the very last stall, a vague mist flickered in and out of sight. "Do we have a name?" He called back.
"Everett. Neil Everett." Kellen shut the door, put didn't approach. She had learned not to interrupt him.
Mitchell took a deep breath, held it, let it out. He brought his power up from the depths of himself, until it hummed along his skin, a warm electric layer of his self. At first he could only feel the ghost's presence, as if walking through a thick fog; then he could see it, a vague outline, not even truly person shaped. He spread his arms and reached forward with his power, pulling the ghost back, touching its sense of self with his own.
"Neil Everett," he said.
don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die no no please no no no NO NO NO
Mitchell sucked in air, shoving the thoughts out of his head. Not me. Not mine. I'm alive. He felt himself grow cold. Lady's love at least it was summer; when this was over he'd sit in the sun and try not to throw up.
"What happened, Neil?"
NO NO NO NO NO DON'T KILL ME I'M SORRY JACOB PLEASE NO
Lady and her lover
DON'T WANT TO DIE NO NO PLEASE DON'T NO NO NO
I am Mitchell Pathing. I am not dead. I am very much alive. These are not my thoughts. There are not
NO STOP DON'T PLEASE DON'T WANT TO DIE DIE DIE DEAD DEAD DEAD AM I DEAD
I am Mitchell Pathing I am... FUCK IT
Mitchell snapped back, gathered his power around his body like a shield and stumbled to the door, spinning Kellen around and pushing her towards it. Outside he managed to find a garbage can to toss his breakfast into.
Kellen sat him in a chair and offered him a bottle of water. "You all right?"
Mitchell held his head in his hands. "Yeah. Thanks." He took a swig of water. "Well, it was definitely murder. Guy was terrified. Mentioned a Jacob."
Kellen jotted something down. "This Jacob definitely the one who did it?"
"Yeah. Everett was begging Jacob not to--" He dug his palm into his eyes. "You know."
Kellen clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Mitch."
He waved a hand. "Yeah, sure. Are you going to need me to testify again?"
"It's likely."
He twisted his mouth. "Am I going to have to put up with the are-you-really-a-wizard crap?"
She grinned wide. "Less likely. Setting the attorney's tie on fire was pretty convincing."
Mitchell laughed a little. "I hope so. I'm not great with fire, I don't want to have to pull that trick out again."
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: The Murder of Neil Everett
Colors: Lawn Green 4. pool party; Bone Black 4. Cadaver
Word Count: 728
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing and a dead guy.
Summary: Detective Kellen calls Mitchell in to communicate with a murder victim.
The body lay flat on its back, limbs laid out as if he was simply enjoying some sun by the poolside instead of the center of a crime scene. Around it chairs and tables had been shoved aside or knocked over. Brightly colored cups and plates dotted confetti adorned tables, and a banner across the way read "Welcome Home!"
Mitchell stood well back, waiting for Detective Kellen to finish speaking with her partner. He had been allowed under the tape without fuss, for once, and the officer had left him alone. Either he was coming around often enough that he was recognized, or Kellen had warned them all to stop harassing her best wizarding consultant.
Her only wizarding consultant, but still.
She approached him, wiping her brow. "I hate summer murders."
"I kind of hate all murders. You're sure it wasn't accidental?"
She waved her hand. "Let me do the detecting, Pathing, and I'll let you do the wizarding."
He grinned. "Fair enough. What did you need me for?"
"Walk with me. The EMF picked up a weak signal in the men's changing room. Rogers says it's probably an older haunting, but I'm hoping he's wrong."
Mitchell shrugged. Human machines were never a good replacement for a Seer. "Why do you want him to be wrong?"
Kellen held open the door to the changing room. "That man didn't drown."
Mitchell walked past her, frowning. The vague, cold feeling of death permeated the room, but it was as weak as Rogers said. Older hauntings practically had a smell, though; this one was fading. A ghost passing on without needing convincing -- or banishment -- was usually a good thing. But Kellen needed evidence.
"He's fading. Not much time." Mitchell hurried through the shower stalls, peering into each one for only a moment. At the far end of the room, in the very last stall, a vague mist flickered in and out of sight. "Do we have a name?" He called back.
"Everett. Neil Everett." Kellen shut the door, put didn't approach. She had learned not to interrupt him.
Mitchell took a deep breath, held it, let it out. He brought his power up from the depths of himself, until it hummed along his skin, a warm electric layer of his self. At first he could only feel the ghost's presence, as if walking through a thick fog; then he could see it, a vague outline, not even truly person shaped. He spread his arms and reached forward with his power, pulling the ghost back, touching its sense of self with his own.
"Neil Everett," he said.
don't want to die don't want to die don't want to die no no please no no no NO NO NO
Mitchell sucked in air, shoving the thoughts out of his head. Not me. Not mine. I'm alive. He felt himself grow cold. Lady's love at least it was summer; when this was over he'd sit in the sun and try not to throw up.
"What happened, Neil?"
NO NO NO NO NO DON'T KILL ME I'M SORRY JACOB PLEASE NO
Lady and her lover
DON'T WANT TO DIE NO NO PLEASE DON'T NO NO NO
I am Mitchell Pathing. I am not dead. I am very much alive. These are not my thoughts. There are not
NO STOP DON'T PLEASE DON'T WANT TO DIE DIE DIE DEAD DEAD DEAD AM I DEAD
I am Mitchell Pathing I am... FUCK IT
Mitchell snapped back, gathered his power around his body like a shield and stumbled to the door, spinning Kellen around and pushing her towards it. Outside he managed to find a garbage can to toss his breakfast into.
Kellen sat him in a chair and offered him a bottle of water. "You all right?"
Mitchell held his head in his hands. "Yeah. Thanks." He took a swig of water. "Well, it was definitely murder. Guy was terrified. Mentioned a Jacob."
Kellen jotted something down. "This Jacob definitely the one who did it?"
"Yeah. Everett was begging Jacob not to--" He dug his palm into his eyes. "You know."
Kellen clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Mitch."
He waved a hand. "Yeah, sure. Are you going to need me to testify again?"
"It's likely."
He twisted his mouth. "Am I going to have to put up with the are-you-really-a-wizard crap?"
She grinned wide. "Less likely. Setting the attorney's tie on fire was pretty convincing."
Mitchell laughed a little. "I hope so. I'm not great with fire, I don't want to have to pull that trick out again."
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