A New Obsession

You've Caught My Eye

The sporratic clicking of his camera was the only sound Danny Johnson allowed to fill his mind as he focused completely on his work. He paused a second to consider his angle, then took a half step to the left before lowering himself into a crouch and snapping another few shots of the scene before him. Standing again, he allowed his senses to take in the rest of his surroundings once more.

Police officers stood around the yard and spoke to each other with green faces, a few of them writing notes or labeling evidence. Danny paid them no mind; all he had to worry about was ensuring this display of a human life was captured in perfect dramatic detail. He hunched over his camera and clicked through the pictures he had just taken with a critical eye. None of them seemed perfect yet; they didn't quite capture the emotions he was seeking to instill in his audience. Sighing quietly, Danny looked up once more to study the arrangement of the corpse, and all of its guts, through the branches of the tree. He had placed each piece with acute detail the night before, but it was very difficult to capture a three dimensional experience into two dimensions accurately.

He tried sidestepping around it a bit more, but paused when he noticed a slight change in the atmosphere. The officers stood taller and moved more stiffly, fumbling with their equipment in an attempt to look more busy and productive. Danny eyed them curiously then saw the object of their agitation walk around the corner.

He appeared to be some sort of special detective, as he was not dressed in a uniform but everyone deferred to him respectfully. He walked confidently with his back straight, but his arm was in a sling. The thing that made Danny freeze completely, however, was his face. He looked around with an air of bored contempt, but his blue eyes pierced everything they pointed at. He evidently didn't want to be here, but he clearly took everything he did very seriously.

As he examined the newcomer, Danny made sure to appreciate the toned angles of his body. This man was sculpted from marble. The way his legs moved as he walked, the way his weight shifted smoothly at his command... all of it was perfect. Danny found himself straining all of his senses in an effort to know more about him. Why was his arm in a sling? Why was he brought into this town to help solve the recent murder? As flattered as he was to have a higher up official summoned to help, Danny really hadn't thought this case was high enough profile for the police to bring in external assistance of this kind. Perhaps someone had connected it to the events that took place in the last town Danny lived in, and that escalated the case to a federal level?

Heart rate accelerating, Danny threw on a smirk and strode towards him casually. As skilled as this man probably was, Danny couldn't help but speak with him. It amused him greatly to share a casual conversation with the men who were actively toiling to hunt him down. He would leave them the most subtle of hints, always leading them in circles and to dead ends. And inbetween events, Danny would pay them visits as a news reporter, bringing gifts of doughnuts and laughter. He took satisfaction at the looks of their frustrated faces, at the hair pulling, and ultimately the defeat they reluctantly accepted after months of struggles.

This time, of course, would be different. He had to tread carefully because this man definitely knew what he was doing. But... Danny needed to know what his voice sounded like. He needed to have those razor sharp eyes stare directly into his own deep green ones. He needed... to know!

The other officers addressed the muscular masterpiece as "Kennedy". His responses were short and impatient.

"Well they clearly didn't do it on accident, Reynolds!" Kennedy snapped at one of the flustered officers, who promptly shrank inside his skin like a turtle in its shell. Danny felt a familiar tingling in the base of his skull at the sound of his voice, and realized with some amount of trepidation that this man was now officially his newest obsession. Which was bad because he wasn't even sure he could properly stalk him with that gun holstered on his thigh, and that's not even considering what it would take to try and sneak in to kill him...