Vapor

Chapter Eight

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WARNING: THIS FANFIC MIGHT CONTAIN CONTENT THAT CAN BE TRIGGERING TO SOME

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I was in the house. It wasn't a spot I remembered though. I must've only been here for a moment. I looked around and saw the shovel. I saw the gun. I saw the rope. He was so prepared. I turned around and saw the trophies on a shelf. There were toys, hair pins, locks of hair. I turned one more time and the kids stood in front of me.

"Find me," they chanted, getting louder with every chant. Behind the chanting was a monologue. A voice I would never forget for the rest of my life. One that told me how every one of these kids died.

"I don't want them to suffer. I love children. I love them and this world is too evil for them. They are innocent. They are precious. Their parents failed them one by one, including you, Adelaide. I'm here to save you. They're catching on though. It will be quick. I need you to not be afraid. Close your eyes Adelaide. Close them," he said. I felt the gun at my temple. I heard it click. "The ones before you were killed in their sleep, peacefully. I held their pillows to their heads and then they became angels. You will join them soon. You too will be an angel."

Then there was a gunshot.

My eyes shot open and my arms reached out for JJ. He wasn't there though. I felt tears stream down my face as I sat up. The room was pitch black and I was shaking in fear. I hugged my knees to my chest. Why was I the one who lived? Why was I the one who had to live with this? I know I should be thrilled to be alive, but 12 or more children had to die in order for me to get away. All of those kids had a future and yet here I was living in the past. I forced myself out of bed and looked in the mirror. The stress of the past few days were starting to show. My eyes looked sunken in and bloodshot. Even though I looked like hell, I couldn't sleep anymore. I went back to my bed and just laid there.

I watched as the sun filtered into the room little by little. I sighed as I got up and made myself presentable. I had a long day ahead of me and nothing would make it easier. I walked to the station, taking small strides. Everything I was doing was my idea, but that didn't make it any easier. I walked in and greeted the front desk lady. I walked to Det. Chamberlain's desk and sat down. I pulled out the files that I had taken overnight and began to study them.

Julie Morris was seven when she was abducted. She was the youngest of two children and her parents were Emily and Jeff Morris. She was playing in her yard when her mom went inside to start dinner. 5 minutes went by and Julie was nowhere to be found when she came back out. She was taken from her front yard.

When her body was found, I had the detectives reach out to the families in order to talk with them. I wanted to help them in any possible way. The Morris' weren't the only ones who agreed to meet with me though. Four other families were willing to talk to me. I looked up from my file and saw that Chamberlain had walked up to me.

"Did you sleep at all, kiddo?" he asked and I nodded. I didn't want him to worry about me. "Well the parents won't be here until noon and were all a little busy here. Do you have somewhere you can kill some time while you wait?"

"I'll go walk around," I said. "I haven't been to White Chapel in a while."

I got up and walked outside. The sun beat down on me as I walked. It was incredibly warm today, even for the summer. I had killed maybe an hour when I walked into some familiar faces.