Intro for ALC
The snow is gentle as it falls. Seemingly to have a care as to how it lays. It’s soft texture adds a special quiet to the neighborhood. The upper middle class houses are picturesque with their small front yards and white picket fences. Tiny winter wonderlands that act as preludes to the large two story houses that seem to huddle closer together under the slow onslaught of the cold day. It is a silent, peaceful morning.
The blare of the sirens was actually the second thing to disturb it.
Three police cars, and two others bearing the marks of SWAT barrel down the road before slamming on brakes; drifting to clump together before one of the middle houses. Men and women exit their vehicles, guns drawn, they swarm towards the innocent looking house. The officers better equipped for forced entry edge to the front making short work of the door. The few neighbors that haven’t left for work have begun to gather in loose groups, some wrapped in robes wearing soggy slippers as they stand roughly where the sidewalk should be under the snow.
Inside, the police pair off beginning a room by room search. Two of the officers begin to walk farther into the back of the house where it seems a recessed living room lies.
“Hey, your daughter getting any sleep yet?”
“Hell no, she still has those nightmares about a creepy evil clown. Shit I haven’t gotten much either and these kidnappings aren’t helping. God I hope this isn’t another one.”
Before the other can respond the hallway ends and the scene that greets them stops all further conversation. Turning quickly the two dash back outside, barely making it out before the vomiting and retching sets in.
It isn’t long before the the rest of the team makes the same discovery, and joins them.
The mood has grown somber, and even the normally hotheaded police chief speaks softly as he assigns tasks to the group.
“My god, it was just like the others, maybe even worse….”
The two men, lapse into silence again as the police chief arrives to give them their assignments.
“Walter, go call the coroner and then meet back up with Theo here and start roping off the area.” Turning as the other man leaves he hands Theo a slip of paper. “Call this number, and make a formal request for assistance.” The chief slightly sneers the word assistance, his face twisting in distaste. “The mayor wants this handled quickly and he seems to think this guy can help. It’s probably just a PR stunt, but he wants me to do it and he’s the mayor and your a rookie and i’m your chief and now I want YOU to do it. I’ve vomited enough for one day.”
Confused the young officer takes the slip of paper and pulls out his phone, watching his boss walk away being careful to step over the steaming piles of sick that litter the yard. The phone rings for less than a minute before it connects, his eyes widen briefly as he listens to the answering service.
“Yes, uh, this is Officer Theo Merrin with NYPD. Is he….yes, yes thank you i’ll hold.”
A few minutes pass, the sound of snow crunching announces the return of his partner Walter. A look of curiosity on his face as he waits for the conversation to end; a black and yellow roll of police tape in his hand.
“Uh yes, is this…yes, uhhh good. Hi i’ve been instructed to call and offer you a job with a case we’re working on……well yes, that’s…..I’m sure it WOULD help your image….it involves a string of missing child and the mayor asked….Oh, you will? Thank you, I guess we will see you soon then.”
Hanging up, the young officer stood there puzzled.
“Hey, who WAS that? Who’d the chief as you to call?”
Eyes refocusing, Officer Merrin shakes his head, a slight smile playing across his face. Swiping the roll from his partner he begins to walk with him towards the edge of the front yard.
“I think I just called ”/campaigns/rediscovering-reality/characters/xavier-alex-bex" class=“wiki-content-link”>Xavier Bex."
“Yup. The mayor requested him. Chief thinks it’s a PR gig, but i’m not sure. Guy seemed really interested when I mentioned kids were involved.”
“Seriously? The magician guy? That’s crazy! Hell maybe that’s what we need though. A crazy plan to catch a crazy killer.”
“Yeah, he even said there’s a team in town he’s worked with before did you…”
As the the snow continues to fall, muffling their conversation, the faces of the neighbors have gone as white as the ground around them. The peace of their little community has been shattered. Slowly the onlookers head back into their homes. The doors are shut a little tighter, the locks are checked twice, and the windows are covered. Despite the temperature outside staying constant, the fear has made the winter morning all the colder. It’s obvious to them all it’s the same serial killer that’s been plaguing the city lately. The police seem helpless; always arriving to late, just like today. It’s a disparaging thought that begs the question, if the police can’t catch this killer, who could?