My Hero Day and Knight

Seeking the truth

Jared came in, waking me up with the smell of freshly made breakfast that followed him from upstairs. I thought of the man in my nightmare I had. I had a peaceful dream of him. I was determined to find the man who saved me from that other guy that was trying to kill me. I want to make sure he was real that he's somewhere, waiting to rescue me from the same moment. I want to meet him.

"Breakfast is downstairs if you want to eat. I'm going to go find Gabriel and see where he's at. He hasn't answered his phone not once. Not even a text message."

"He's probably sleeping off a hangover."

"Yeah, probably."

Said Jared, glancing at his phone. I sat up in the bed and my stomach growled like a beast. I swung myself out of bed and sighed and headed downstairs. The horrid nightmare still shook me deep within. I couldn't get those images out of my head. Walking down each step, brought me back to that one part of my nightmare. The flashback happened. Like I was reliving it in real life. The pain of him grabbing my ankle. The pain of my head hitting the stairs. Trying to fight to get away from him. The screaming and the struggle. It all became to real. My back hurting from the force of the man pinning me to the stairs. I felt lightheaded and I felt someone's arms around me. Then I felt a slight shake.

"EMILY! EMLIY!"

Jared yelled, shaking me to get a response.

I gathered myself and saw Jared's concerned face staring at me.

"What happened?"

I asked. I already knew what happened.

"You were about to pass out on the stairs and I was lucky enough to come by to see you lose conscience and I caught you. If you would have fallen without me being there to catch you, you could have been seriously injured or worse. You need to go see a doctor or a therapist, Em. I'm worried about you."

I got up and anchored my feet and adjusted myself.

"I'm fine. I don't need a doctor or therapist."

I walked on and ignored Jared. I grabbed a few pieces of bacon, slapped them on a piece of toast and slapped a fried egg on top then put a slice of cheese on it and completed the sandwich. I grabbed a cup and poured me some orange juice. I began to chow down when I realized that something had seriously happened that triggered it. It was getting to serious. Even trying to hide it isn't working. I finished the sandwich with a big swig of freshly squeezed orange juice. I needed to head down to the Coroners Office to get the reports on Michelle. In Los Angeles, this incident made the serial murders look like a children's book. This was something I can't explain or if I was losing my mind. But it was real and I didn't want to admit it. I jogged upstairs and dressed in the casual: black tight pants tucked in knee high boots with a black leather jacket and shades. I didn't bother to put on a shirt just left my lace tank top underneath. I came back downstairs to find Jared standing at the end of the staircase with a questioning look.

"Where are you going?"

"Coroners Office."

"Why?"

"Got called for work."

I had to lie.

"Oh, okay. Have fun."

He said sarcastically.

"There's nothing fun about my job, Jared."

I sighed grabbing my keys from the bowl. I walked out the door to my Nissan. Clicking the unlock button, the lights flickered and a familiar chirp of my car rang my ears. I opened the door and slid in. The leather seat was cold and the car was cool. It felt refreshing. It gave me a sense of relief. Turning the key, the car roared to life. Gripping the gear shift, I shifted quickly and the pressed the peddle to the floor and shot backwards from the driveway and yanked the wheel left and shifted the gear again and shot the gas and drove off. I thought of when I was four. I was kidnapped by some woman. Then some man rescued me. Reminded me of the man in my dreams. I suppressed that moment in my life. But this was different.

California was a bit cooler this year in fall. Last year was a bit too warm. I also set out to find the man of my dreams. It shouldn't take much, but the only thing is I don't know his name. I know his face, but not his name. I wish I knew.

After 40 minutes of driving, dodging in and out of traffic, I made my way down town to the coroners office. The parking lot was half empty than the usual time. Marcum was here. Marcum was the chief examiner and quiet impressive about his work. Told me and shown me things I didn't know before. Around Marcum, you always learn something new. I hopped out of the car, slammed the door and started my way towards the two story stone building. I caught a glance of Marcum running through the double doors with tons of files in his hands. I quickly trailed behind him.

"Marcum, whaddya got?"

"Murder victim came in 3 hours ago with the same marks as the woman from last night."

He said, scrambling the files across his metal desk top.

"Let me see the woman who came in last night."

He walked over and pulled a drawer open and pulled out the body. He uncovered her face. It was Michelle.

"So, the victim that just came in has the same marks as this woman?"

"Correct. Insanely blood loss. The carotid artery was severed."

"How much blood loss?"

"She exsanguinated. 40 precent loss, her heart stops."

I looked at the woman's neck. The flesh around the artery looked like it was ripped away.

"Look how the flesh has been ripped away at the throat. It was like something was trying to eat this woman. What's your thoughts on these attacks?"

"Animal attack. Probably cougar, or wolf."

"In California? I've never heard any police reports of an animal attack like this."

"Me either. This is new for me."

I knew what really attacked these two women.

"Her name is Margret Allison. 35 from Shreveport, Indiana. She was a lawyer."

"What's she doing here in Los Angeles?"

"Some case led her here."

I studied the thought.

"Call me if you get anything else."

I said, walking toward the double doors.

"Oh, yeah, yeah because I work for you right?"

I walked out and back out to the parking lot. That man could be hunting down more women right now. I need to find him and stop him. But first, a trip down to Buzzwire.