We saw a girl lying in front of our eyes. She was around 17 years old. She was very pale, almost white skin. She was wearing normal clothes, as if she was taken straight from life. Her eyes and mouth were closed. I saw a long red stab wound around her neck. And I see many open veins popping out of her neck. I even see the muscles and tendons. The wound was deep and open. Blood trickled down and almost all of her skin was red with nasty blood. That's what killed her, blood loss. Her hands were on her belly. That was not even the strangest.
I saw items from her private life around her dead body. Her shoes were off and put under her feet. Her bag was also next to her arm. Around her neck was for example: a watch, necklace, bracelet and photos of her. It was all neatly displayed along the girl's dead body. It was a terrible sight. This is going to sound strange, but it looks like a work of art.
I grab my walkie-talkie to tell Madelyn what we just saw: "agent 262 here, do you copy?"
"Copy, did you find him?" I heard Madelyn say.
"No, but something else. I want to report a murder. Around 17 year old girl stabbed across her neck. No sign of life. Lots of personal belongings around her body. You just have to come here, location is on. No sign of suspect. We are sure he wanted to show us this. " I let go of the button and wait for an answer.
"We're on our way" I hear her say after a few seconds.
I put my gun in my holster just like Tom. I can't keep my eyes from the victim. Tom turns and walks a little further away. I can guess he finds it difficult. What I understand.
After a few minutes I see several cars approaching. You can already see that there are a few people who are curious. The police cordoned off the area with yellow ribbon. After a few minutes I also see a black van was arriving. Madelyn gets out and walks towards us. I'm leading her to the victim.
"What happened here?" She sad shocked.
"I found the girl when we were chasing the suspect." Tom said, standing next to me.
"After that, the suspect had disappeared." I said afterwards.
Madelyn nods. A few minutes later, men appear in white suits. The private items were put in plastic bags for examination. The body will be taken to the research center where hopefully results will be obtained as soon as possible.
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We are standing in front of the house of the 17 year old girl. I look at Tom standing next to me. Then I hit the doorbell. A woman, the girl's mother, opens the door.
"Good afternoon. I am Y/n and this is Tom. We're from the FBI" I show her my FBI ID card and put it away again. "We need to tell you something about your daughter. Can we come in for a moment? " The woman looks surprised but let us in.
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Her face turned pale when Tom told her what happened. She's crying. Her husband comforts her and also sheds tears.
"I'm so sorry for your loss. But we have to ask some questions about this case to find out who did this to your daughter. " I said to them.
The woman nods and blows her nose with a tissue.
"When was the last time you saw your daughter?" I asked.
"Uhm, yesterday morning. She went to see some friends. " said the woman.
Tom: "what time was that?"
"I think around 10 AM" the man answered.
"Did you find it remarkable that she was gone until now?" I said
"No, she more often sleep with her friends. It happens almost every week." Said the woman.
"Okay. Has she been suspicious in the last few days? " I asked
"No, not at all"
"Is your family having problems? Or has she had problems with acquaintances? " Did I say.
"No"
I saw that the parents were struggling. It still hurts to do this. Even though I've done this many times before.
"We know enough for now" I said. "If you want to say something else, please call this number." I said when I gave them a card with a number.
Tom and I both get up and walk away from the living room.
"Wait!" Said the man.
I turn and see him get up and walk over to us.
"When can we see her?"
"We don't know yet, sir. She is still in the research center now. You will find out soon" I replied
" T-thank you "he looks at both of us before going to his wife to comfort her.
I walk further down the hall and open the door. I turn and see that Tom is still there.
"Tom?" He looks at me. "You coming?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said when he walks up to me and we walk to the car to go home. Tom stays very quiet during the car ride. Usually he talks about, for example, how scary spiders are, but not now.
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It is dark in the house because it is already evening. We had dinner and then I went to do some work in my room. I was then done and walked to the living room. I took a glass and put water in it. I finished it and put it back on the counter. I walk a bit through the large living room and see Tom. He's on the floor, against the wall. I can only see his face through the moonlight. I gently walk over to him and sit on the floor next to him. Only now can I see that he is crying. I've never seen Tom like this. He is always so enthusiastic and is never quiet. A few tears leave his eyes.
"Though day huh?" I started to say to him after a few minutes of silence.
"Absolutely" he said in a soft voice.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I said gently. We both looked ahead. And was a large window before our own eyes with nice view. The moon was bright and there was a little wind.
"Well it's just hard, ya know? To see a innocent girl, dead, before my eyes and I couldn't do anything for her. And to tell that to those parents. Their reaction broke my heart and then I just, lock up. Locked up, that I can only think about how awful this is for them." Hey sniffs. "I have voices in my head they say that I have to stay cool. But I can't. I can't do that. " He starts to tear up. "The voices doesn't stop. I can't control it anymore"
His voice breaks my heart. So weak, not knowing what to do. I look at him and see many tears. He doesn't deserve this.
"I get it" I said. He looks at me. "I've been there too. In that situation. I am still in that situation. You have to make little containers in your head. One with memories you want to forget. And one you want to keep. The little container with the things you want to forget is locked. That's hard, but no matter how difficult that may sound. You will get there eventually. I'll get you trough this Tom."
Tom looks at me with more tears in his eyes.
"Come on. You need a hug" I said
And I pull him in for a hug. A warm hug. He puts his head in my shoulder. I feel him holding me tight. I feel him crying in my arms. I feel his feelings.
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Ação"Wait, you want me to be an FBI agent?" Tom said smiling. "Yes, trained by you. Y/n." 《Hi, I'm y/n. I'm a normal person, at least that's what everyone thinks. I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Also called FBI.》 ✓= edited Sorry for the...
