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𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖾

𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍

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In a beach in Crafton, West Virginia. Jack, Will and Y/n meet. Not for a meet up but for another case. None of them spoke a word and walked further into the beach taking a few steps to meet to a big and tall Totem Pole... made out of bodies.

It was surrounded by the FBI crew. Taking pictures, picking up evidence, finding more evidence.

"𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗷𝗶𝗴𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗽𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲," Brian said to Jimmy as he took pictures of the totem pole.

"𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀," Jimmy asked.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁," Brian stopped to look at him.

"𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮 𝗷𝗶𝗴𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀," Jimmy said.

"𝗨𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀?"

"𝗪𝗲'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀," Beverly said. "𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀. 𝗪𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀."

Y/n and Will both walked around the big pole of body parts observing it. "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻.. 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲," Jack said.

"𝗪𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝘂𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝗽 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱," Will said.

"𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬," Y/n said in her head, she didn't say anything stopping herself from saying a sarcastic back talk to Will for his obvious comment.

"𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲; 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀," Jack said.

"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸; 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱," Y/n finally spoke and both men turned to look at her as she looked up and the freshly dead body on top of this big pole of body parts. The men stayed silent and followed her gaze to the big totem in front of them.

"𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼! 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲," Jack clasped his hands together.

Y/n steps back from the murder scene and so does Will and Jack. Everyone leaves at a longer distance and Jack stays at a closer distance; observing both of them.