Space or rather it was a hoax. It was in the middle of the night, around the stroke of 12 or so that is where the beliefs that aliens have landed on our planet or is it Earth. A mysterious space craft was seen located east in the Lake area. Bright lights flickered on and off as the giant, gray craft was coming into a landing. Course that's really what the eyes seen as some of the occupants near the lake, a couple was out this late fondling, kissing each other until something caught their eyes. The first reaction came from the girl, she screamed, the shrieked having seen the life forces come right out of the inside of the spacecraft, about four of them wore dark blue suits made of material that will fool anyone. The eyes was a deep, amber color. One of the space men, the leader, was the first to step down the platform that descended into the grass. Each held what looks to be a laser gun or it looked to be one but what it really was made the viewer suspect these really are people from Mars. In the distance, others whose been resting here were suddenly awake. Upon seeing the four aliens, they gasped right when the leader raised her hand upward, finger pulled the trigger at her very first target, the woman. The substance was a green fluid, appearing to be acid for the most part as the woman's flesh started to be eaten then blood started to ooze from her flesh, she then fell forward to the ground, the young man was also shot with an acidic liquid from the second alien, his lips curled in a smile thinking this was way too easy. After they was done here the four grey aliens entered the large ship, the small door slowly closed then the ship rose, but no one saw that it was pulled by a thin thread that was used to make people suspect that such things really have landed just now.
Ashley Dillon had been sleeping, but he soon bolted from the bed as if he thought he saw something in his dreams. He was standing somewhere looking at something. A hovercraft then some people, at least he thought he saw four then there was so much blood, lots of blood everywhere eaten by a green glob monster. Little does he know it had something to do with any acid-like matter. It was still dark, he heard a loud music coming from his side table next to his bed, the lamp was off and he was just about to get some water from the kitchen. It was still dark out, his clock read 12:30 a.m and he was so fucking tired. He placed a hand over his mouth, yawning loudly. His cell played some more music the second to third time. Finally, he gave up then walked to the night stand picking up the wireless phone, his verizon phone was clicked on talk then putting to his right ear, he mumbled tiredly not sure why someone would call him this late. "H..h..hel..lo!Wh.." Yawn " is this?" He listened carefully, someone from his Morgue explained the incident at Lake Pontchartain and that he must investigate it. How horrible is it? It can't be any worse than the bodies he seen all strewned about. Anymore young vampires to pick up that was abandoned by their masters, the sires who should have done the job after putting their fangs in them then swapping blood made him so mad. These vampires he took care of doesn't want to go to anyone else, they stuck close to him cause he was there for them, all of them when no one else would do.
He was the lead Coroner here, New Orleans could not do without it's main man. So he has heard. For the last and final time he yawned, then told one of his employees who they took care of the place until their boss, the master of dreams aka Ashley Dillon could pretend as a human but what he can do will surprise many. He can eat the dreams of others to heal a wound or to heal an illness if it's available as it was his people's passive ability to being a dreamweaver, they could not devour nightmares though, it made them ill and weak. Immediately, he hung up the phone once the word got out there was a case. The precedure worked like this: Coroner, the cops, then the fire fighters, the ambulance should their be any injured survivors, the list goes on and on. It was like a line at a lunch counter. The city needs these people, it was the way things went around here. Getting dressed, he was a bit tired to dress in something nice to strike him as some greek god or something. His middle name is greek and comes from man from Greece. The Greek-American was already heading to his light blue cadillac, nothing fancy as it was very old. All he wore was a white t-shirt that was a tad wrinkled, his trousers needed to go into the dryer. Hey, if this had happened in the morning instead of night he'd have come out looking good, looking at a body would mean who cares. The dead could not see what you're wearing so the style of dress was not needed. He was off work not on it, but if the description was as what he thinks it is then he was going to have to toughen it out. Did not see he was one hundred percent all coroner. Ashley's been doing this for years now, he was use to the worse.
Pulling up at the curb near the lake, he shut off then engine, then went to see the problem. About several civilians crowded around a body or two of them. Not a lot of the rookie cops could take what they saw and had spewed their guts away from the others. The poor things. Ashley thought to himself even as he exited his vehicle, then pocketed his car keys in the left side of his wrinkled trousers. He started towards the group, a sergeant came forward recognizing good ol' Mr. Dillon, referring to him by his family name. They were not friends, just associates so that was okay with him.
The police officer started. "Nice that you showed up Mr. Dillon. Here is something I like you to see." He nodded, not saying too much wanting to get this over with. The two men started walking where there was a yellow tap line that prevented anyone through except for the law enforcements, coroners, the nurses and doctors for the injured and the fire fighters in case there was a fire or other issues came to see what the problem was. All was standing by, none were injured nor was there any fire so that was the best thing in the world right now. The ground around the two couples body had a few holes in them from the liquid. The large, light blue bag covered the two bodies on the ground inside the yellow tape line, the photographer snap photos. There was about three or five reporters with a news van, a woman came to ask questions to the ones who have arrived.
Ashley looked down at the tragic corpse, it was horrible..pass horrible, it was much, much worse but he can handle what came. He was this coroner doing what he could to solve whatever the victims al suffered, he did his job always nothing more. He soon moved underneath the tape and started moving close to the victims. Studying their flesh like something chewed through it, from what he can gather there was some greenish goo was left on various part of their skin. He knew not to touch it, he knew what his dream meant. An acid here, the victim was doused with acid, it was realistic. He has to keep that a secret, knowing very well his gifts wasn't a good idea to go making public. People used what they can get out from somebody whose a valuability to them, the weaver could pretend he wasn't something valuable and told of precognition, he did not lie about that for it was true but that's all he can do. There were others besides having livid dreams, his race was so rare that evil even wants them, this is why he dare not speak of what he is capable of for fear bad things sought the treasure. He was the treasure all bad people wanted, even good ones. How you treat the weaver depends how their power activates.
-- Edited by ASHLEY DILLON on Tuesday 28th of June 2011 09:33:37 PM
By the time that Ash arrived on the scene Llidya was already there. She'd had a head start after all and she drove like a lunatic compared to the more sedate pace he tried to maintain when not hunting. Picking out Llidya in the crowd wasn't difficult. She was over six feet tall and was currently handing one of the rookies his ass on a silver platter. From the snatches of conversation he could pick up she was about mid-tirade about people putting bags over bodies, compromising forensic evidence, rookies throwing up at crime scenes, and she wanted to know who the hell the guy in jeans and a t-shirt was wandering around the crime scene. They seemed like good questions to Ash so he left her to continue her monologue on proper investigation. She knew he was here, she would have known before he ever got out of the car. Moving to one of the men in blue he flashed his badge and took a step closer to the man to have a small conspiritorial chat of his own.
"Might be a good idea to push the tape back and have a few of your men keep the press in line."
His lightning kissed blue gaze indicated the reporter who had already made it past the tape and was wandering like the village idiot among the evidence. When a light was shown in his face and another reporter asked him about aliens Ash returned the question with a cold stare. Eyes as hot as electric blue fire looked over the vulture hiding in the costume of a bleach blonde trim waisted reporter and the woman backed up a few steps.
"This has nothing to do with aliens."
"How do you know that Marshall Redfern? Have you identified a culprit."
"I know that miss because unless you're the National Enquirer that is a stupid question."
Oh how the press loved to hate him. Over the years he had maintained a barely visible veneer of disdain for the press and their blood thirsty methods of meddling in police business. They knew who he was. He knew who they were. Neither of them liked it, but no one said a word. Leaving the men in blue to clear back the line he ducked beneath the tape as it was held up for him. Ash did not believe in aliens, but even if he did he would eliminate all logical possibilities before jumping on board the insanity express.
The first thing he did was look for the cop with the greenest complexion. The one who looked like he'd emptied everything from his intestines. That would be the one who had been on the scene the longest. Finding what he was looking for Ash made his way towards the man with a purpose driven stride that kept others from approaching him. There was just something about the way he moved, all liquid grace and pure intent, that marked him as something different from a regular officer. Some people said the Marshalls who had been grandfathered in from the days of Executioner status were nothing more than hired assassins; Ash would not have argued with that assessment.
"Are you here to take us to the hospital? I swear I'm not that sick."
The mans indignance at his state of dishevelment was understandable. He smelled like a truck stop toilet and looked like he'd been worked over by a serious case of the stomach flu. For a moment though Ash was taken aback by the question and then his gaze flicked down to the blue scrubs he was wearing and understanding dawned. Another flash of the badge to identify himself; though why this man thought a doctor would be wearing a shoulder rig he had no idea.
"You the first on the scene?"
And the conversation fell into line from there. Ash asked the usual questions and cut the man off anytime the words alien, or ray gun came up. More fact and less science fiction would suit him for the moment. After five minutes he was ready to simply put a silver bullet through the gray matter of the next person who said the word extraterrestrial. By the time he finished interviewing the first man on the scene Llidya had joined him and he walked with her towards the bodies.
"Yeah, I'm Mulder, you're Scully and this is a conspiracy." Llidya wagged her finger to indicate the entire crime scene. They stopped near the bodies, and she crouched, wrinkling her nose. It smelled like a concentration of sulfuric acid. The bones were still mostly intact, just large parts of flesh melted away. To be honest, Llidya didn't really want to deal with this. She had the warehouse thing to look into for Gellar, and she still hadn't spent any time with Ash to just talk. Yeah they'd spent the last few months together, but that'd all been work. Her Bahamas-clear water hues lifted to look at him as he examined the bodies, and she straightened, walking over to one of the uniforms that was less green.
"All the eyewitnesses said it was a flying saucer and aliens?" Llidya asked, an eyebrow arched in disbelief. The bodies were badly contorted...they'd been killed by the acid, spasming in pain the entire time. The uniform, Marks, nodded, fiddling with his hat. "I'm going to need as many details as you guys can get. And tell the coroner to send me everything he can on the autopsies." She glanced at the man in the white t-shirt and slacks at the last sentence. She hadn't known he was the coroner when she'd showed up, and the knowledge that he was the coroner didn't make her feel much better. But she'd been up for a couple of days, a major factor in her irritability. "We're right on the edge of our jurisdiction here, and I hate to say it, but give County a ring and see if they have any interest." Llidya had heard of a couple of detectives over there, Kent and Delissixe, that were homicide and on the up and up. Marks nodded, jotting down notes in his pad. "Anything else," he asked. She shook her head, and moved back to Ash and started towards her bike. They'd load it up in the Hummer and then go check out the warehouse.
From the look on Ash's face, the Hummer wasn't in the exact same condition as it had been when she'd let him borrow it. "You dented the fender, didn't you," she asked, starting to push her bike to the car. Honestly, she didn't care, but she had to give him a hard time about the fender. Little did she know it was a lot more than that...
Hey! He's been doing this shit for like how long now? So yeah, he was New Orlean's Coroner give or take. Ashley notice one of the lady cops coming toward him, this one's name was Wilma. The woman said she heard of him, how experienced he was with his lead position leading the other coroners who came to apply for work. They did not joke nor fool around when it comes to a broken form, no matter how they went or how long they been under. Post mortem sets in when you least expect it. A reporter bounded in front of them, another female whose name is somewhere at the top of his head. "Mr. Dillon! Mr. Dillon!"He waved his hands, not exactly thrilled with the press nor any of the gawkers standing around looking like a bunch of statues in a surprised look on their faces. It was one of the police officers, he gave a booming command to all civilians accept the Coroner, cops, and other important people who should be. "This is a crime scene! Everyone clear out now!"The citizens were reluctant, but moved out as the cop told them. Half in their cars, motorbikes, bicycles, others started walking. Everyone except those who should be here was the last standing.
Ashley may not look as if he should be inside a morgue at the moment, he did just wake up and the time of death was obvious considering the crime happened around midnight. Whoever killed these people targeted at midnight, right when everyone was in their beds or others is too preoccupied to know what the fuck is going on. As the Coroner he was one of the best there is, people look past his talents and think, others should be doing this job but the next person is often hard to come by. Thought people would have known who he was since his name is online and in the newspaper prints to the Yellow Pages under coroners. There is plenty of those but he puts up a good front no matter what many thinks of him less he knows his good at what he does. He practiced before he even stepped foot in a morgue specializing in the dead(and undead). Mr. Dillon pulled his cellphone from his right pocket, at least he brought that seeing as he'll need to call the Morgue to bring some of his men down to take the bodies in for further investigations. A police came over to tell about the woman overyonder who needs information on the autopsies. "Tell her I am getting right on it. I should be over at the Morgue, I'll contact her when it is convenient."Ashley spoke in a tone meant entirely for business, his dress did not mean he wasn't made for what he was experienced at.
A millionaire riding a bike did not mean he does not own a yacht, villa, nice set of cars, and a pool in his back yard. To the eye he could look like he had only a few dollars in his pocket, but in his world he's the richest man. Hey, he did this for a living, he knows pretty well what he is doing even if a thousand set of eyes looked down on his choice of wardrobe when he should have been wearing his coroner gear, all clean and taking notes. A Coroner van was right on time too. Two coroners slipped from the vehicle, gurneys were taken out from the back and rolled toward the covered bodies. The couples were put on them by the two men, then took them away so it was easy for investigations to do their jobs to look for evidence, clues, Ashley knew that once a crime scene starts the first place to look for what you seek is where the crime took place. The lake was serene, the foam of the water crashed on shore as the sound of it was refreshing. Death happened at such a peaceful, happy place. Why does bad people intervene in the lives of the peaceful? Ashley seen things, evil often do shatter happy lives and they apparently like others to be miserable while they kidnapped or wounded, even kill to prove that evil is supreme. It's like a western picture, the good guy protects his town while the outlaws plan on robbing such a good town, what's so great about beauty being stripped for a few seconds when all goes well.
For everytime life goes perfectly, there will be challenges along the way. After reporters asked questions, pictures taken of the crime scene, blood samples collected, the acid itself was collected seeing it was leaking from the corpses, and any prints(partial prints even) would do to give an idea who would do this? Will they strike again? What was their motive? And why do they target couples? Are couples being targeted or various types of people? Was this a random murder or specific targets? The investigators were there now hoping to piece all clues together. Maybe, if there were witnesses anywhere around here they can describe what was in this area and what happened. It would be hard to tell who the perpertraitors were since they was in alien suits pretending to be aliens. Now New Orleans will eat it up, selling UFO sightings and giving out t-shirts to pins thinking they was right, that men from space do exist will never end now that it had started. Humans usually were known to go on and on about things like this, Ashley had a hunch that the rumors, the spread of what they saw here is not going to stop. There probably be billboards of alien men, kind of like Princess Diana or Elvis Presley. He'll head home get dressed after a decent shower, have breakfast, head to the morgue, begin the day solving this mess starting with the time of death. If the acid did eat most of the organs, it's unlikely he's going to get too much info on any autopsies, but he'll do all he can that's a promise not some doubts. Mr. Dillon did not make too many doubts, that was just him. After leaving a message for woman, Officer Chapman, he got in his car driving off.
"Yeah, I'm Mulder, you're Scully, and this is a conspiracy."
“Hope not pet. Too much sexual tension for my taste.”
Had Mulder and Scully ever finally gotten down and dirty and consummated their relationship? Ash had no idea. The only episodes of the X-Files that he’d ever watched had been in the pack house when Cliff was still with them and it had all been while multi-tasking so his knowledge of the show was mostly perfunctory. As they moved closer to the bodies Ash lifted an arm and let his eyes glance down at his watch. Neither of them had slept in days, going straight from his executions in Baton Rouge to dealing with the hospital to more cases sprouting up around them, and there was still more on both their lists of things to do for the night.
Personally he had no stake in this case. His nose (and the fact that he had more than four brain cells clicking around in his head) told him that this had nothing to do with aliens. Ironically, if it did have to do with aliens then it would be closer to his area of expertise. As it was though humans burning people with acid while pretending to be aliens had absolutely nothing to do with him. Ash Redfern hunted monsters of the supernatural variety. He left the hunting of human monsters to people more equipped to handle it. When looking for human criminals you had to get through a lot more red tape. Ash didn’t do red tape well. He did red walls, red carpets, and a big red hole through your fucking head.
“Whatever you think.”
His comment to Llidya as she talked about passing it off was given half heartedly, his mind already on other things. As she handed out work to the other cops around he watched her for a moment. There was always stuff in the way, he was beginning to wonder if there always would be. If maybe one or both of them liked using the chaotic stuff to avoid actually having to talk for a change. Possible. With them, very possible. Later, as they were walking towards the Hummer and her bike in the parking lot he let her joke slide past him.
“You should know me better than that love, I never dent a fender unless it’s on purpose.” They loaded the bike into the back of the Hummer carefully and then he took her around to the side and opened up the passenger door so she could see the damage. Dried blood, dried shifter goop, and scratches from a wolfs claws. Letting her take it in as he held the door open he laughed. Yes, Ash laughed. “This is really more my style.”
It would have been nice to think that they could go to the warehouse together and actually have a chance to talk, but it didn’t look like that was on the agenda. Llidya was getting calls from the police, Ash had pack business to see to, and neither of them were the kind of people who could easily just say leave me the hell alone. Dedication could sometimes be a downfall. Ash had Llidya drive him to the Hookah where Laney had his Hummer and she promised to call him after she’d had some rest, which might be a hair after Doomsday for all they knew. Que sera sera.
