Salem Park: Season One, Coven

Pilot: Salem Park

A beautiful blonde laid in bed, the quiet morning air surrounded her. The golden light cascaded through the window and danced across her soft skin. A man sat beside her on the bed, leaned over, and kissed her forehead. She smiled at him sweetly and slowly sat up.
"Good morning Hank." She said softly.
"Morning Cordelia." He replied. He brushed the hair out of her eyes and winked at her.
Cordelia laid a hand on his chest, she looked down at his clothes and back up at him.
"What's all this?" She asked him with a little laugh. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her arms on them.
The man was dressed in a tank top and short red gym shorts. "What? I'm going for a run." He laughed at her surprise defensively.
"A run," she began he nodded enthusiastically, "Ok. Sure, of course." She agreed. He wrinkled his nose at her and she giggled at him. Cordelia bit her lip, but continued smiling up at her husband.
"Alright, I'll be back later babe," He started as he stood and walked to the door of the small bedroom, "I love you." He said gently. And for a moment, rather than leaving her so suddenly, he stood in the doorway a moment, just watching his wife in wonder.
"What?" She giggled.
"You're beautiful." He replied simply.
"Love you too." She closed her eyes and smiled. Cordelia opened her eyes and furrowed her brow. She reached her hand toward the man as he turned to leave.
"Oh Hank I-" She started.
"Yes dear?"
She looked up at him and sighed. She shook her head quickly and smiled up at him again. "Nothing never mind." She ended with. He shot her a warm smile and and left the room.

The cold morning air cut across Hank's skin as he ran through the empty park. Salem Park, the heart of the small town in which he lived with his dearly devoted wife. He jogged around the fountain and turned down one of the many paths that trailed off from it. As his feet hit the stone, he breathed heavily, and wiped his forehead free from sweat. Hank stopped to catch his breath, he hunched over and began to wheeze. When he finally slowed his breathing he looked up, directly at the body of a girl on one of the benches. He stood and walked over to her cautiously. When he stood in front of her, he covered his mouth and wretched.
"Jesus christ." He groaned.
The body of the girl was positioned on the bench with her arms stretched out in a cross formation. She sat with her head back, her mouth and eyes hung open, her deep red hair covered half her face. Her skin was ghost white, except for the blue undertones and dull purple bruises that seemed spread out on her body. Hank stepped forward and peeked at the girl more closely. He almost threw up when he saw all of the flies that flew in and out of the girl's open mouth loudly. As more of them left her he saw what it was they crowded. Beneath a few flies that still lingered was the stump of what clearly used to be her tongue. His breathing became heavy again as he sprinted away from the corpse.

Cordelia stood in the kitchen, sipping a cup of hot coffee with a warm smile. She leaned over the counter and intently studied her crossword puzzle. She raised a brow and reached down. She scribbled a word into the last empty column, "Deceived." She let out a sigh of relief and creases the fold of the newspaper. She delicately placed her cup on the table and looked around the kitchen. She smiled and closed her eyes. Cordelia drew a quick breath and let it go slowly. Her pen slowly began to liven, shaking lightly, and then the end of it lazily rose into the air. She opened her eyes at clapped once with a little giggle. The front door just about busted off it's hinges as her husband rushed into the room. She lost focus and her pen dropped back down onto the counter, nearly rolling off. She caught it and looked up at him with frustration.
"Fuck Hank, what's the hell is the hurry." She huffed at him as she walked around the island to follow the man. He ignored her and made his way to the hallway.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck." He mumbled as he snatched up the phone on the wall. He poked it and clicked the rotary dial three times, "9-1-1" He dialed in a hurry. Hank brought the phone to his ear and sighed anxiously.
"Yes hi, It's Hank. Hank Foxx, I'm calling because I- I was running though the park this morning and I saw her it was Kaylee. Kaylee Martin. She's dead." He explained, his breathing grew shallow as he slipped into shock. He dropped the phone and stepped back. Cordelia rushed forward, grabbed it, and hung it up.
"Fuck!" He yelled.
"Hank, honey, I need you to breathe." She tried to console him calmly.
"You didn't see her, she- she- fuck, her tongue was- gone." He breathed deeply and stepped toward his wife. She embraced him and let him rest his weight on her. He buried his face in her shoulder and began to cry with broken sobs.