Runaway Brain (iZombie/Flash fanfic)

Chapter 8

Liv stared up at the impressively large house as she closed the car door. "Wow, I guess I chose the wrong career path," she said.

"Yeah, there's lots of money in marketing evil corporations," Clive replied. He led the way up the front steps of Jonathan White's home and when he reached the top rapped his knuckles on the stained oak door. To everyone's surprise the door swung open slowly.

Suddenly Liv's eyes opened wide as she had a vision.

Erin was knocking on the same door. It was opened by Jonathan White. He smiled pleasantly. "Come on in Erin," he said as he moved out of the way. "Thank you so much for coming by. I just have a few things to go over with you."

Jonathan closed the door and Erin turned to look at him. "I'm sorry, my dear," he said.

"Sorry for what?" she asked. Suddenly everything went black as a hood was thrown over her head. "No!" she shouted. "Stop!" Liv could feel her kicking and scratching. Then she felt a pinprick in her arm and began to get really lightheaded before passing out.

When Liv came out of her vision, she saw Clive staring at her. "What did you see?" he asked.

Liv swallowed hard. "Erin was here. She went inside and Jonathan White was there. Someone threw a sack over her head."

Clive turned to look at Joe. "Door's open," he said.

"After you," Joe replied. Clive stepped through, followed by Joe, then Liv and Barry.

"Seattle P.D., anybody home?" he called, but received no response. Clive had only taken a few steps inside when he saw a pair of legs poking out from the parlor. He ran over, peeked around the corner and saw who he presumed to be the butler, lying dead on the floor. He knelt down beside the body. "Hole in the head and brains missing," Clive informed them as he drew his pistol from the shoulder holster beneath his jacket.

Joe drew his sidearm as well. "Barry and I will check upstairs," he said.

Clive nodded as he stood. He turned to Liv. "Come on," he said. Liv followed close behind him as Clive made his way through the house, pistol at the ready. They searched room after room until they came to the kitchen. "What the hell?" Clive whispered when he saw two bloody arms, but there was no body. They stepped past the arms and made their way around the counter where they found Jonathan White, sans arms. At least they thought it was Jonathan White. It was really impossible to tell, because his face had been smashed completely in. It looked like the culprit removed the brains through the front this time.

Suddenly Liv's eyes popped wide as she had another vision.

Erica was standing in front of an abandoned industrial building smiling up at it. "What's this?" Erin asked.

Erica turned to her and smiled. "This will be a safe house. A zombie safe house."

"They'll find you, Erica. Jon's already suspicious of me."

"Don't worry about Jon. I'm going to rip him to pieces. And all of the other Max Rager assholes that did this to us."

Erin turned away and Liv saw the street signs "Mordred" and "Carver."

"Hey, it's going to be alright, you'll see," Erica said as she placed an arm around Erin's shoulders. "I'll protect you."

When Liv came back to reality from the vision, she realized Joe and Barry were standing next to Clive staring at her.

"What did you see?" Clive asked.

Liv didn't answer at first. She fought back tears, but try as she might she was not able to prevent them. She fell to her knees as she sobbed into her hands.

Clive squatted down beside her and placed his arm comfortingly around her shoulder. He gave her a moment, but then leaned close and spoke. "Liv, we need to know what you saw," he said.

Liv nodded as she calmed herself and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "I know who did this," she said.

"Who?" Clive asked gently prodding her.

Liv turned to face him. "It was Erica."

"Are you sure?" he asked. Liv nodded. "Alright, well let's go to her house."

"No," Liv said. "She's won't be at her house. But I know where she is."