SPLATTER (draft)

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Alex was charming as always. Abby wasn't going to be cocky enough to say she didn't need luck, but that was a lie. Everyone needed a little luck. The man she was talking to looked a little startled. Perhaps she had been too upfront. Or maybe he had just been too lost in thought. The revelation that he was Kiera's brother made Abigail's heart clench up almost immediately. It was always difficult to face the Victim's families. And while other reporters might be cold and blase about it, Abigail still considered herself human. Though it struck her as odd, why would he be here, staring?

Abigail stole a glance at the body and for the first time that morning she was a little glad the only thing that she had for breakfast had been coffee and a banana.

"Oh." Abigail started, looking back at the young man. She wanted to say she was sorry, but what good would sympathies do? In this shit stain of a mess, the only thing that would do any good was for that bastard to rot in a hellish jail cell for the rest of his or her life... "I'm very sorry. I wish I could say more, but... There's no words."

She stayed silent for a few moments. She tried to keep her vision clear of the body, instead focusing on examining the man she was talking to. His very details, the way his hands fell in his pockets. He was grieving. As should the entire city. Kiera... Was... Was alwasy something else.

"I didn't know Kiera had a brother." Abigail started again. "I interviewed her once before. When she did Midsummer's Night Dream for the Theater Festival a few years ago...." She started with a small smile. She remembered that, when she was interning. It had been an annoying few years, being assigned the Local Entertainment column before finally being able to get her career moving forward. It had been a stepping stone and though she very much didn't think about it too much, the Entertainment business was fun. Very gossipy and nasty sometimes though, at least there wasn't murder. Kiera's breakthrough had been one of the last few pieces she had written before landing her actual journalist job instead of Intern gossip reporter. "She was... A beautiful person."

Abby remembered her, because the woman was a dream. She was pretty and so, but so, very loving, like sunshine just managed to come out of her. A very charismatic woman. It wasn't a very big surprise when she broke through as Cedar's best leading actress.

"My name is Abigail Wilson. I'm with the Gazette. And I'm trying to make sense of what's going on. People are afraid. Relatives and friends are grieving. I'm angry more than anything. And I dont' think we should be terrorized by this asshole, excuse my language. Would... You..." She paused like it was almost hard for her to ask. It was a difficult question. "Would you be willing to speak to me about your sister? I promise I won't write anything distasteful like the crap that airs on Channel Five. I just want that fucker to know... I'm sorry. This has been hard. My Editor... He... Well... I'm sure you saw the news...." She breathed. She was rambling. No, it might have not been comparable to losing your own blood, but Kovach was as much family, if not more than Abby's actual deadbeat father, she pursed her lips.

"I'm working on a piece for the paper. Maybe this is just a lucky coincidence. I won't bother you, if you don't want to be bothered. I won't. But if you're willing to share with me...." She breathed in and paused. "I'd love to talk to you about Kiera."

As always, it was difficult to talk about Kiera. But it was also, helpful. He missed talking to her. He knew her ex paid to keep her phone on, but the boy couldn't bring himself to call. It was too painful, knowing he would only hear her say those too short of words. He bit down lightly on the inside of his cheek.

When this woman spoke of Midsummer's Night Dream, Oliver smiled. He remembered the play. He remembered how happy she was to have gotten the part. "Not too many people did know she had a brother." He shrugged, it was nothing. "They were more interested in who she was dating than who she was reated to." He shifted his weight unconciously. "She was the most amazing person I knew." He nodded, feeling pained again. She was the only person who really gave Olivera chance, really.

He looked away back to the body, then away again quickly. He wanted to concentrate more on Kiera's memory, but the constant need to avenge her made it difficult.

Abigail Wilson. A Gazette writer. She seemed different than the others. They were just sniffing around for a story. The story that could make their career. He usually didn't like to talk to anyone about Kiera, let alone reporters. It was hard enough to talk to the police. "It doesn't bother me." he shrugged lightly, reffering to the language. "I want that asshole caught more than anyone." He wasn't entirely truthful, of course. He didn't want the guy caught. He wanted him gone. Taken out of the world like he took Kiera.

"My name is Oliver. Reveille." He mumbled. While she explained about wanting to talk to him. He had remembered seeing the news about the Gazette man. He was an editor or something like that. Or so Oliver thought. He couldn't be sure. So this woman might have some what of an idea how he feels. Of course, a coworker couldn't exacctly be compared to a sibling.

Still, there was something different about this woman. Oliver felt like he might as well attempt to talk to her. If it got to be too much, he would stop. He nodded. "I.. Yeah, I guess I'll give it a try." He shifted weight again. "I can't promise much, but.. I am willing to tell you... What I can."
He definitely wouldn't be telling her about how badly he wanted to be the one to take this guy out.

No, he, or she, didn't deserve jail.

They deserved hell.