Amelia

Introduction

"amelia-- wake up" whispered Bennett, frantically. Her face was stained with a gloomy look as she desperately shook the sleeping figure.

amelia stirred, her pale skin shining ashen in the dust covered light coming in through the boarded windows. bennett looked at her with growing annoyance, and threw off the sheets from amelia's sleeping figure.

"w-wake up, damn you!" yelled bennett in a desperate tone.

As the sheets settled breezily, they uncovered a rose colored pink to amelia's face, her whole body became vibrant with color as her light eyes struggled to open. bennett hurried to amelia's side and spoke to her in jumbled sentences:
"the coppers! we've be-been found out, Em! we mu-must do something or we'll---" bennett's words were cut short by amelia's giggling. her innocent look evaporated as she leaned forward to look at the panic stricken bennett.

"We?" she looked at Bennette with a malicious look

"We?! ha! as if i had anything to do with it, you fool..." she continued, jeering her confused partner. "Why, I had nothing to do with it! you were the one who went up to the girl and killed her. all i did was state the idea, and you blindly followed my command."

bennett stood up shakily, fear and panic growing rapidly inside of her mind. her vision started to blur as she heard the faint sound of sirens and snapping branches outside.

Amelia sat on the bed, this time her skin was pale as the sheets and her eyes fogged over.

she could remember... the girl whose face was scribbled out had eyes of blue and red colored cheeks. her color drained away as bennette stabbed her, repeatedly, in a malicious, feral manner...the poor girl

the poor girl...

the poor-

bennett was sure she smelled the pungent odor of rotting flesh. her senses were going insane, and she could feel a stabbing pain in her stomach.

she tried to lean herself against the bedside, thinking, trying to formulate a possibility to cope with the repercussions of murder; however her mind turned blank as the odor came to haunt her once more.

bennett looked over at Amelia, still pale and rotting with sinister smile playing on her lips, and blinked to cast the horrific image away.
amelia became colorful and lively again, standing from her bed and walked over to the delusional bennette.

"c'mon now, Bennette darling..." Amelia said, stringing out her words in a cruel, sardonic manner, "you cannot stop here...remember our deal?"

how could bennette forget? the deal was to avenge themselves...to purify the world of the monsters who hurt them.

bennette nodded. as she did so, as she remembered the purpose of what they-she- had done, her mind cleared up.
she remembered the girl...

only, it wasn't.

there were no red colored cheeks, or eyes of blue.

there were twisted, contorted features resembling that of a-

a-

A MONSTER.

and oh, how that monster laughed and screamed at bennette.

and oh how bennette tried to subdue the screams by slitting its throat.

and oh, how nice the quiet had sounded after bennette had subdued it.

yes. it was all clear now. bennette could now see what she had forgotten.

bennette stood up, smiling, and with amelia by her side.

amelia would guide her if she went down the path of evil.

amelia would.

****

the sight was appalling.

at a first glance, it looked all the more like a tree, however, twenty years of military expertise made double checking that out top priority.

McKay wasn't expecting much from a mere tree, however, her deep held instincts rarely let her down. she could feel something.

McKay and her slightly timid partner, bradley, inched closer to the tree.

however, they didn't need to get that close to realise something was wrong. so, so, very wrong.

the smell.

the smell of a corpse that's been fried out here a day too long.

this wasn't a coincidence.

McKay and Bradley looked at each other before getting even nearer to the tree, covering their noses and mouths from taking the smell.

"wait, cecilia, we gotta report this to base." said Bradley, stopping and taking out her talker.

McKay stopped her from doing so, and motioned for her to get closer to the tree.

"bradley. we report nothing unless there is solid proof. this could as well be linked to a different case then the one we're on now."

it wasn't. how could it be?

Mornaine wasn't a town for serial killers. its first serious missing persons case filed in a century, and then some civilian files a "weird smell" coming from the area surrounding the missing girl's home.

McKay and bradley walked up carefully to the tree, and started their search. it didn't take long to figure out where the smell had come from.

Bradley vomited at the sight. on the side opposite of where McKay and Bradley had approached the tree, there was a deep scar in the trunk. the scar was big and deep enough to fit an average female adult, which to what its purpose was given to.

it was quite hard to tell at first as McKay approached the scar, but as she looked in, she saw a mud and blood filled mutilation of a girl, her legs stuffed at weird angles, her spine twisting into a spiral, her neck cut so deeply her head looked like it was hanging from a couple of strings.

judging from the tattoo on her left calf everyone had been subjugated to look out for, and the blue colored hair, it wasn't hard to determine that this was who they were looking for.

most of the blood decorating the girl seemed to have come from the premature and impulsive looking cuts surrounding the poor girl's neck, with the crappy disguise of mud to cover the girl's pale body to look at least somewhat like the tree seemed to do it justice.

of course, it wasn't hard not to determine what had become of the poor girl. her life was cut short.

McKay looked at the scar in the trunk, the edges, which seemed to be have been hewed by a hatchet, were turning a pale yellowish color. she tried hard not to look at the corpse once again, and if she did so, she tried hard to stomach it.

McKay turned to her partner and nodded, to which bradley, barely passing off her sickness and nausea, took her talker with a shaking hand and spoke to the receiver.

"we've found the body."