Reverence [Shyan]

Mercy - A Preview

Hey guys! It's been longer than I've wanted, but I finally posted my second Buzzfeed Unsolved fic: Mercy (which you can read here on Wattpad or on my AO3 UniversalSatan). It's a bit more of an action/mystery than emotional, but I still think it's pretty cool. 

I realize doing promos is lowkey shitty but this is still Buzzfeed Unsolved (no OCs, all fanfic) and I've been working on the idea/AU for a super long time and really hope you guys will like it. :) Below is just a snippet of the first chapter in case you are interested.

Thank you guys so much for reading Reverence and enjoying it, so I hope you guys will be as excited for this too.

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Focusing on keeping himself rooted in reality, Shane took a deep breath and went around the area to begin searching for more circumstantial evidence. Whoever this was probably put the world against him at this point.

"You don't know, huh," the man mumbled, studying Shane's reaction, "I can tell. This almost seems like a piece of fiction."

"What the fuck kind of criminal is going to go to these lengths to keep their identity? Not only that, but give hints on their identity? Is that their actual name? Were they actually that stupid?"

"I don't think so. Chief Bennett called up a certain Bianchi to search up names across the country along the lines of 'John Novel'. He doesn't seem too satisfied." Shane felt relatively bad that Chief had to wake up Adam at the asscrack of night, as the whole note thing was probably his fault somehow. Shame he had to drag everyone else into this, whatever it was.

"Well, then why is Mr-So-Concerned-Chief-Brent-Bennett letting me, a now probably very suspicious character, investigate the body?" Shane snapped, tongue the only sharp thing about his movements. He had to comb every inch of the area as carefully as possible.

"That's why he's been keeping an eye on you like a hawk," the man gestured over to Chief, who indeed was tracing every one of Shane's movements with his eyes, "And sent me over here after I talked to him."

"Great. Just... fuckin' peachy." It would be an understatement to say that Shane was upset to wake up to all this fuckery. First the weird flashback, and then a MURDERER coming to frame him somehow. Muttering an impressive string of curse words under his breath about his situation, he began taking off his used latex gloves so he could write down his findings.

"Hey, man," the man shuffled right up to him, trying to be wary of an action that would worsen Shane's mood, "I know this all seems pretty shit and all, but it's only one case of a bundle of other shit ones. What's that one quote from that book... To Kill A Mockingbird? In your context, it'd be 'every [cop or investigator] gets at least one case in his lifetime that affects him personally'. "

"That's deep and all," Shane smiled slightly mockingly, "But that doesn't really help."

"Then what about me? I have nothing interesting at home, and I'm sure the Feds want me involved here anyways. I'll be your partner. I'll help you."

"Keith's already my partner-"

"For this case, Shane. I promise I can be of a lot of help to you."

Shane narrowed his eyes skeptically, moving his hands to get rid of that powder-y feeling the latex gloves had given him. There was a hand outstretched in front of him, relaxed and welcoming for a handshake. The man's hand seemed a tiny bit worn from working a lot, and there was an expensive watch on his wrist. Shane's eyes flickered back up to see the man smiling.

"The name's Ryan," he introduced himself, "Ryan Bergara." Shane took his hand and shook it.

"Shane Madej. Pleased to be working with you, Ryan."