Endless Collisions ⚜ McCall

{EC} 8. Grim Adventures of Carson Jenner || Part 2

"your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
inside your head than the winter of dead"

-tøp

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After I managed to collect myself in the slightest bit, my mind went back to a phone call Stiles and I had not long before I made it to Derek's. He informed me that there was a double murder. The bodies were covered in deep wounds and gashes, which definitely describes a wound that would be left from an axe.

He wanted us to check it out but I had to meet with Braeden so that I could have accompany her when she went over to Derek's. Thinking about it, I've never really scoped out a crime scene with Stiles before. When we first met, he actually had a belief that I was the reason for the crime scenes.

Huh, I never thought back on that before.

But if this was the crime scene Stiles was speaking about, I guess it was destined for me to be here. And this also makes me feel uneasy. Why do I feel like this is the beginning of a huge catastrophe?

My head swiftly whipped to the side at the sound of a door creaking. "Beacon County Sheriff's Department! This is a crime scene. Show yourself!" A voice then followed the noise I heard. I swallowed thickly as I then neared towards the location of the voice.

I then made myself visible to the deputy, slightly pitching as he hoisted his gun up in caution. After we both took in each other's faces, he visibly relaxed as I did too. Gratefully, it was Deputy Parrish, a deputy who was quite close to all of these supernatural cases.

"Not everyday you're greeted with a gun to your face in an abandoned house." I shakily let out as Parrish's eyes then narrowed over to me. I then began walking through the house, wondering if there was anything I could have missed.

"And not everyday you come to a town where a girl happens to find her way onto crime scenes without intel or even official clearance." Deputy Parrish fired back as I turned towards him to send him a small, yet sarcastic smile.

"Trust me. When I finally get to understand why it happens, you'll be the first person that I call." I went on to tell false truths pretty well for someone who just watched a memory of someone being stabbed.

"Just an unusual habit of showing up at places where people have been brutally murdered?" Parrish questioned as I then brought my eyebrows together, turning to him with a curious look.

"Are you suggesting that I have some sort of reputation down at the station?" I questioned, tilting my head over to the left.

I watched as Parrish shrugged, his eyes traveling around the room shortly. "An unusual one." He admitted, his eyes landing on me again as I nodded slowly.

"Well, that's- odd." I noted, an empty look falling onto my face. I'm not entirely sure if I wanted to be remembered in this town as the girl who find bodies. "I think it would be better if I was known as the girl who make your jobs easier." I corrected.

"Maybe you're psychic." He suggested as I scoffed, continuing my walking before he got to read my facial expression. The fact that he's not exactly wrong is what got me to walk away. Of course I'm not a psychic, but there are some clairvoyant traits about my abilities. As the same for Lydia.

"Don't tell me you're one of the psychic believers." I spoke, my eyes trailing along the wooden walls as a few whispers started to synchronize.

"I'd like to say I don't believe in anything. But I keep an open mind." Parrish continued, following behind me as I trailed throughout the house. I assume that he had pulled up after I entered the house. I'm pretty sure he wasn't going to just let me walk in there.