(SEE MAIN PAGE FOR DISCLAIMERS)
by Red Falcon
In the span of one night twenty-seven
people have died, so far. Everything points
to the gangs that are on a rampage. ** Since when aren't gangs
going nuts, causing trouble**, Ellison wonders. Somehow, though,
he suspects it may be something else.
"All Units, 187 at Prospect
and Ninth," the dispatcher sends over the radio.
"Ah hell, not again. This
is getting way out of control," Blair mutters.
"And a little too close
to home," Jim responds. Blair looks over at his friend and
gives him a weak smile.
A dark blue Ford Expedition pulls
up to the latest crime scene and a tall man with a definite military
bearing gets out and looks around, the sensation hits him before
he even gets close. He looks up at the sky wondering once again
at the insanity of the human mind. Why do people have to be so
brutal to each other? What drives one person to kill another?
Why in hell is he the one who winds up cleaning up the mess they
make? As he scans the sky again, he notices that there is a full
moon tonight. Once again a psycho is making Ellison think twice
about being a cop. **Just great. Once again a wonderful night
of hunting down a nutcase. Man, all I want is for one night of
peace and quiet and no crime. Just one lousy night to relax and
sleep all night long with no nightmares. I really hate this job
sometimes,** he thinks to himself. Sentinel or not, dealing
with the scum and screwballs of the world is draining him of something
What it is, Jim has no idea,
it's just that the more continuous contact he has with the weirdoes,
the more he hates this job. Good cop or not, if he ever says what
he is thinking out loud someone will think he's just as crazy
as the killers he catches.
A couple of heartbeats later
a younger man joins him and can feel the strain coming from the
older man and is worried. It's happening again. Jim is picking
up the killer, only this time it's much worse. Jim begins to shake.
His blood is turning to ice. The sound of the killer's voice is
ringing in his ears. His hands aren't his own. The cold is racing
through his veins. Something is trying to claim him and he is
desperate to fight it off.
A warm hand against the cold
brings Jim back from the edge. "Too much. I can't filter
it out. Help me, Chief," he whispers.
"I'm here. Relax, let it
come, don't fight it. Breathe slowly, just let the images come.
It won't let you go until it's done anyway," Blair says,
forcing his voice to be calm and reassuring.
Only the sound of his Guide stops
him from going too far into the killer's mind this time. What
about next time? Will Blair be able to call him back? ** God
I hope so.** Blair is watching Jim carefully and his mind
is racing in frantic circles, searching for a way to help, but
he's not having much luck.
No matter what this night is
doing to him, it's hurting his friend even more. To be a Sentinel
is one, thing but to suffer the visions of an insane killer is
way too much for anyone to deal with. Blair is determined to stand
at his Sentinel's side no matter what and help.
It's an old building. Looks like
it's been here since the turn of the century, but who the hell
knows or really cares. The brick and mortar are green in places
and crumbling in others. Grass and weeds grow through the sidewalk
and cracks in the foundation. The windows have long since been
broken and swept away, but the bracings for the glass are still
there and if you look really close you can see the remains of
some of the previous residence. This is a cold place no matter
what the situation, the life having been leached out so long ago.
The open doorway leading into the darkened, cavernous room yawns
lazily at them, demanding that they approach slowly but soon.
Maybe this is why the killer chose this place, no one would think
of this as a killing ground. ** What an awful place to die.
To die here, alone, scared, and like an animal at the slaughter,
a horrible way to go,** for once both Jim and Blair are thinking
the same thing. The bright yellow of the crime scene tape is almost
comical against the horror of what is waiting inside this terrible
room of lonely death. Detective Ellison steels himself against
the sensory assault and strides determinedly into and through
the carnage with his Guide close at hand.
Poor Blair, this has really got
to be hard on him. Even after everything he has been through in
the past four years he keeps coming back for more. As if psychos
like Lash and Veronica and all the others that they have encountered
together weren't enough, now this. At least with the others there
was some reason behind the madness. This bastard just seems to
be having fun, not only with the victims but with the cops. One
of these days the younger man will not be able to handle something
like this anymore and he will be lost to Jim forever.
There are at least a half a dozen
mangled and dismembered bodies in a bloody room, a bloody table
or something is in the room's center. It's hard to tell what the
victims looked like before their killer got to them, and it really
looks like it took a long time for them to die. Blair stops just
outside the door, and Jim bumps into him.
"Are you all right, Chief?"
Jim asks. He lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder and gives
him a light, knowing squeeze. "Let's get this over with.
Just take it slow and easy and stay behind me. Try not to look
around this time, okay?" Jim says with a slight smile on
But, of course, he looks and
nearly gets sick again. "Ah man this is **so** *disgusting*,"
"I told you not to look
too close. This is starting to get to me, too. How many is it
now, Ryf?" Ellison asks.
Unfortunately Ryf is still too
new to this kind of madness; he is not handling it well. His eyes
are glassy and his skin is just a little too pasty to be healthy.
He's trying to put up a brave front, but it's not working, Ellison
can tell the man is really going through hell just standing there
telling them what he has so far. "The count is up to forty
now. How in the hell is this maniac doing this? I mean, thirteen
people? This is really spooky. The M.E. is still trying to get
through all that yuck so it's hard to be sure," the young
He turns and disappears around
the corner of the building and tosses his dinner, again.
"Damn, I really hate this,"
he mutters. He turns to leave and sees them. "Ah hell, the
press just got here."
Ryf turns back to Ellison and
sees him concentrating on something, ** Like trying not to
get sick. How the hell does he do that?** Ryf goes out to
try to handle the press and distract them from bugging Ellison.
** God knows I hate the press. And I know Ellison hates them
even more. Damn leaches.**
Inside the room, body parts are
not arranged in any kind of pattern or discernible order, madness
plain and simple. It's almost as if whoever did this just set
out to kill and dismember bodies and toss them out of the way.
Detective Ellison and his partner carefully enter the charnel
room and begin to look around. Blair is doing his best to keep
from getting sick at the terrible odor of relaxed bowels and bladders,
and the memory of another killer. Thankfully, Ellison can turn
off his sense of smell, but the rest of it is going to drive him
nuts before too long. He slips on a spot of blood, and his hand
darts out to keep from falling. When his hand comes into contact
with the wall, he pulls back in surprise, his hand is covered
in blood. Jim looks at it for a moment, and Blair comes to stand
in front of him.
Ellison is zoning out but not
on any conventional sense. The blood that is on his hand is causing
something to kick over in his mind and start the visions all over
again. For some reason, maybe having to do with the fact that
James Ellison is a Sentinel or that he is the best at what he
does, his mind is converging on what happened here.
In bursts and painful flashes,
Jim is starting to see what the killer did and how he did it.
As it begins, he trips over a painful image and nearly falls.
Blair catches him, but because Jim outweighs him they both sink
to the ground while Jim rides out the tidal wave of nightmare
Blair holds onto him, trying
to give his friend as much comfort and grounding as possible.
This is so new to the young Guide that it is even more frightening
than the actual murders. He has never seen his Sentinel at the
mercy of such power, and he is afraid for his sanity. "Just
ride it out. Take it easy and let it come, don't fight it,"
Blair says over and over again.
**FLASH: A knife slashes down
and gashes open flesh. A voice cries out in pain and terror.**
Jim's body shudders at the sound
and the feeling of the knife's touch. He moans in sympathetic
**SENSATION: Terrible pain
and fear. **Why is this happening to me? Who are you?**
Jim tries to twist away from
the killer and return the attack, a growl of fury rumbles deep
in his chest.
**FLASH: Blood flying out
and hitting the attacker.**
He tries to lash out at the lunatic,
and Blair takes hold of his thrashing arms. Jim struggles in his
grasp but instinctively refrains from hurting Blair. Part of his
mind, thanks to Blair's presence, knows that what is happening
isn't happening to him, that it's already over and done. Unfortunately,
the dominant part of his mind is caught up in the memories.
**SENSATION: Questions, desire
to escape, hopelessness, resignation.**
Jim's body sags in Blair's arms,
shaking. Something is happening, and Blair is helpless to stop
the older man from going through it.
**FLASH: A voice laughing.
Another and another and another fall of the bloody blade. A body
convulsing in death spasms.**
Jim jerks away from Blair, his
body suddenly rigid. Low cries of agony and terror reach his ears
as Blair realizes what his friend is seeing, what he is feeling.
**SENSATION: The killer rush
as he watches his latest die in front of him.**
Blair reaches out to stop him
from getting anymore.
"That's enough. Snap out
of it, Jim!" Blair says, his voice stern.
Ellison jumps at the sound of
Blair's voice and his touch. He looks around a little confused.
"What happened? Did you
get something useful this time?" Blair asks.
"I'm not sure. It felt strange,
kinda like I was seeing what had happened here. I think I'm starting
to actually see this freak. Damn, I can even smell it. The emotions,
fear, panic, pain. That's the worst one, the panic. I'm hearing
some of it but it's not very clear, yet. Let's get out of here
before it happens again. Are you sure you're all right with this?"
"No, but I'll have to live
with it. I'm not gonna stay out of this. You need me, and that
is all that matters to me. I'll deal with the rest when this creep
is either dead or in jail," Blair says.
Jim can smell the fear and near
panic but is humbled by his Guide's determination. The poor guy
will be having nightmares for months once this is over.
** In the shadows someone
watches. The hidden figure smiles as it watches the two cops leave.
The ultimate target has just presented itself to this killer.
This killer laughs quietly and leaves before being seen.**
The killer watches the cops from
another shadowed corner. He watches the one with the strange eyes
and considers. Maybe this is why this night's killing has been
so much fun, so exciting. The strange cop has some hold over the
psycho and he likes it. Killing has never held such a rapture
for him and he wants to capture it for a lifetime. If he kills
this cop maybe, just maybe, whatever makes the man so interesting
will stay with the killer and can be used when he kills again.
The little one has some power also, not as much as the bigger
one, but he may be an interesting kill to make.
**How can I get close? What
can I be that will get me close to them?**
The pair leave behind the stench
of death and the stink of rotting flesh. Blair stops in front
of Jim, "You've got to come back from this. Listen to **my**
voice, don't listen to any other. Damn it, Jim, get back here
before someone sees you like this," Blair says. He's getting
frustrated, Jim is staying in this zone out way too long. Even
part of the way back from a zone, Jim is still too open to whatever
is doing this. Blair just wants this night to end and the killing
to stop. When Blair finally snaps at him, Jim is back from the
skulking terror causing all the pain and uncertainty overwhelming
They almost make good their escape,
but their captain stops them.
"Did you get anything, Jim?"
the captain asks.
"Too much, not enough. It's
hard to tell, it's all jumbled," Jim says. Then it happens
again right in front of Simon.
Blair sees the signs too late
to stop it. **Damn, damn, damn, not here, not now! Oh man Simon
is gonna think Jim is going nuts. What am I gonna do now? He can't
move now, not until this is over. SHIT, SHIT, SHIT !!!!! Wonderful
**Through the eyes of a killer.
Detective Ellison is now the killer, and he is seeing another
murder in progress. A leather encased hand appears in front of
his/the killer's eyes. A knife is in that hand and is reaching
for something. Oh god, not again. There's a body laying at his/the
killer's feet already dismembered and bloody. This isn't a murder
in progress, it's a memory. Jim is flooded with the scent of arousal
and excitement. He can feel the reaction of the killer's body
to the memory of the kill and it sickens him. This monster is
getting off on not just the kill but the hunt.**
A desperate hold on his arm and
the sound of Blair's voice brings Jim back to reality. "Did
it happen again?" Blair asks. Simon looks confused.
"Did what happen? All right,
what the fuck is going on here?" Simon bellows and is ignored.
"Yeah, I think it was a
memory though. Kinda like I was reliving the killer's memory of
a kill that really excited him. It was disgusting. This freak
is getting off on it," Jim says.
He's having a hard time processing
all that he is getting, and it is becoming very frustrating. Blair
is right there beside him doing his best and taking the brunt
of Jim's tirade. "Could you tell who we're looking for?"
"No, I think I was seeing
through the killer's own eyes. I saw a pair of hands, but they
had leather gloves on. I could tell though, whoever it is knows
how to handle a knife like an expert. Maybe a failed med. student
or a butcher, something like that," Jim says and collapses.
Simon catches him.
"Let's get him to the truck.
He'll come out of it in a minute," Blair says.
"What the hell was that,
Sandburg? What's going on?" Simon demands.
Blair makes sure that Jim is
comfortable and shakes off his own sensations. He tries, unsuccessfully,
to banish the memories that Jim awakened in him before he answers
"He's been getting impressions
from the killer all night. It keeps getting worse with every scene.
You heard him, he's seeing through the killer's eyes even now.
I'm just afraid that it will drive him insane before this is over.
One nut case is bad enough." Blair leaves the rest unsaid.
If Jim Ellison were to lose it
then the city would really be in trouble. Not just because he
is a trained killer to begin with but as a Sentinel it would be
damn near impossible to catch him, when and if they did they would
have to kill him. Not a pleasant image, definitely not.
"Why the hell didn't you
say something before now? How bad is this hitting him? Damn it,
Sandburg, this is not something you keep from me. What if he really
loses it? You can't handle him by yourself," the captain
"I know, sir. This is so
totally new to both of us. I'm running blind here, trying to talk
him out of these flashes he keeps getting. I sure as hell don't
want to lose him anymore than you do. He's the best friend I'll
ever have, and I'd rather die than let anything ever happen to
him. Give me a little credit here, Simon. I just don't know how
to handle this any differently than any of his other odd ball
abilities. I have never read anything that even suggests that
a Sentinel has a hyper sixth sense. Damn, this is the screwiest
thing I have ever run into," Blair says. Then he looks at
Simon, "Has this ever happened to him before?"
"I don't know. If it has,
Jim never said anything before," Simon answers.
Simon is at a loss. He has never
seen the young man so spooked or so protective. Whatever has taken
hold of the detective's mind has sent the grad student into full
out mother hen mode and Simon is not really in the mood to fight
it. He doesn't understand this anymore than he understands Jim's
Sentinel abilities. However, Simon does understand stress and
blind fear and is willing to give his best detective and Sandburg
slack and let them cut out early. "Just keep me posted on
this. If it looks like he's slipping and you can't get him back,
call me. I don't want to lose either of you. Now get him out of
here before the press sees him like this."
Jim listens to Blair as he and
Simon finish talking. "C'mon, Sandburg, let's get the hell
out of here," he says. Jim still has a crawling sensation
creeping around his mind as he drives away. His eyes glaze over
and his hands slip off the steering wheel.
**The killer has drawn him in again. Through the eyes of the killer Jim watches as he/the killer drags another victim into a dark room. Jim is able to use his enhanced sight and see dozens of other people, still alive. He/the killer hasn't started yet, there still maybe time to stop this. The sensations are too raw to be a memory so this is happening now, Jim figures. He tries to use the killer's own senses but isn't having any luck.
Jim can't get close enough
to figure out where the killer is, and he is pissed at his helplessness.
More people are gonna die and Jim can't do a damn thing to stop
it, AGAIN. He tries to force the killer to stop and
again, his link to the killer isn't that strong. He can see that
there is something odd about the way the victims are just sprawled
around. Jim can smell the rope that he/the killer is using and
another sticky/sour scent of something, maybe a drug.**
Blair takes the wheel from his
partner's slack hands and manages to direct the truck into an
alley and park. He turns his friend to face him and waits. After
a few minutes, Jim starts violently and looks around. "It's
all right, you're back, we're in the truck and there's nothing
around but you, me, and the alley. Relax, it's just you and me
here. Where ever you were, it's done," Blair says, trying
to be a center of calm and get his Sentinel back into some kind
of normal state of mind so they can talk.
"What happened?" he
"You're gonna have to tell
me that. You nearly wrecked the truck with that zone out. What
did you see?" the younger man asks.
"I'm not sure. It felt like
our killer is doing it again. This is so sick. This maniac is
really getting off on killing," Jim says. He slams his head
into the steering wheel in utter despair and total frustration.
The killer is at it again and there's nothing he can do until
it's all over. ** This is getting to be a habit. Seeing something
but unable to change it. I wish this would go away. Now, Sandburg
is being drawn into this and it's hurting him as well. I'm so
sorry I got you into this, Chief.**
"Just relax, I know this
has you bugged. Remember, you can't force whatever this is. It'll
either come to you or it won't but if you fight it, you'll only
hurt yourself," Blair says in the calmest, most reassuring
voice he can muster. Blair watches the little muscle on Jim's
jaw jump and dance with his tension. ** Something's gotta give
soon. He's gonna go bats otherwise.......... and maybe break his
"We gotta go. I saw him
at it again, or at least about to do it again. I think we may
have a chance to stop this monster once and for all this time.
Are you gonna be all right with this? I know it's not easy,"
"I'll deal with it. Like
I said before, you need me. This guy is really doing a number
on you. I wouldn't be able to handle it if I wasn't there and
something happened to you. Sure I'm scared, this is one of my
worst fears come to life, but you're here. That means more to
me than any fear. I know you will do your damnedest to stop the
killer from getting to me if we get too close. This fear will
always be with me but it is manageable as long as you are here
for me," Blair says.
Jim looks over at him and nods, amazed once again at this young man sitting beside him. Blair is one of a kind, and Jim considers himself very lucky that Blair is in his life. He knows what it is costing his Guide to be around all this death. Again, Jim can smell the terror at the prospect of ending the same way those poor souls did. **It's not gonna happen if I have anything to say about it. I am proud of you, Chief.** Jim vows to himself.
He grins and nods. ** Time
to find this bastard and end this nightmare once and for all.**
Jim pulls the truck out of the alley and heads off after the source
of that annoying and elusive sensation.
**Three blocks from where
Jim and Blair sit, the killer strikes again. He has gathered nearly
twenty this time. The killer reaches out and snags an elusive
sensation and holds onto it like a treasure. It's the mind of
the guy with the strange eyes. The killer's thoughts pour into
Ellison's mind as the killer begins carving up another victim,
taunting the cop from a distance.
**I'm coming for you next,**
the killer's thought repeats over and over. Oddly enough, this
time Jim is still in control as this happens, at least he is for
**I see the one I want first.
Do you like her? Isn't she pretty?**
The victim begins to get her
bearings when a flash of metal in light hits her eyes. She looks
over and sees her killer preparing something. The knife comes
closer, too close and slices into the girl's flesh. She screams.
The killer laughs and continues. **I'm going to take my time cutting
her, flay her alive then start on the muscle and bones.** Blood
flows all over the table and the floor.
**Amazing, she is still alive,
and this is so wonderful for me. I love this, you have made it
all the better. Better than it could have ever been. I know just
how to thank you properly. You have given me such a wonderful
gift. Never before has this been so clear, so exciting. I can
feel it all, the way it smells when the flesh parts and the blood
flows. You have no idea, yet, how magnificent this is. I must
show you soon. I will share this with you.**
Pain filled cries of terror alert
a passing beat cop.
Jim and Blair arrive on scene
as the beatcop stumbles out of the door. The man is white with
fear and shock. His uniform is smeared with the blood he has walked
through. He looks back, almost as if he thinks something is chasing
him. He plows into Ellison.
"I thought I heard something.
They're all dead. Oh god, it's, it's................" the
man stammers, pukes, then passes out.
As Jim approaches the building
and he hears the frantic heartbeat of a possible survivor. He
enters and begins to search. Half way through his search, he finds
the only survivor. Carefully, he moves body parts away and sees
a terrified young woman. She tries to pull away, afraid that the
killer is back to finish her off. She is covered in blood, some
of it hers from the deep gashes and shallow cuts all over her
slight frame, some of it from the bodies covering her. She tries
to fight Jim as he examines her but she is no longer strong enough
to do anything.
"GET A MEDIVAC IN HERE
NOW !!! WE GOT A SURVIVOR !!!" he yells towards the open
door. His shout scares the hell out of her, and she pulls back
from him and starts to crawl away. "Take it easy, I'm a cop,
I'm not gonna hurt you. It's over, you're safe now, I just wanna
help you," he says.
Still shaking, she is having
a hard time breathing. Terrified sobs wrack her slight frame.
Jim decides to carry her outside rather than have her go into
shock seeing all the body parts. She clings to him frantically.
Blair dashes to his side the
instant Jim carries the girl out. She shrinks back, startled by
the sudden approach. "Shush, it's all right, he won't hurt
you. He's my friend, it's all right." Ellison wants to ask
her questions, but she is in no shape to be interrogated. She
isn't calming down now that they are away from all that death.
He listens as her heart rate skyrockets dangerously.
"He came out of nowhere
!! He killed them !!' she manages to say.
"Is he still here?"
Jim asks. There is just too much happening at once. His senses,
all hyper six of them, are skittering to hell and back and he
can't get a hold on any of them. The closeness of the girl isn't
really helping any either.
"He killed them !! He killed
them !!" she is becoming absolutely hysterical and frantic.
She wants to get away but doesn't have the strength to do anything
but lay there and be helpless.
"Damn, where the hell is
that ambulance?" Ellison says, then the lights and sirens
penetrate his mind. The first paramedic reaches them soon after.
"She's in shock," he says to the medic when he arrives.
The paramedics examine the terrified
girl. She flinches when they touch her. "This is nasty. She's
cut up pretty bad. It looks like she fought this guy like crazy.
We're gonna take her in and let the doctors stitch these gashes,"
the lead medic says.
"Don't leave! Please, don't
leave me!" she cries, still hanging onto to her savior.
The girl won't let Ellison go,
so he rides with her and Sandburg follows in the truck.
At the hospital, the doctors
finally disengage the girl's death grip on the detective so they
can look at her. She is still in near total shock and panic.
"Did she say anything?"
Simon asks as soon as he sees Jim come out of the examine room.
The detective is covered in the
girl's blood. "She kept repeating 'He killed them !!' It's
gonna be a while before she can even tell us her name. What the
hell did she see? What kind of maniac would do this to someone?"
Jim says then looks at Blair. They are both thinking of Lash and
his sick desire to 'make friends'. This twisto is out for thrills
and sick kicks. That beats Lash hands down and around the bend.
"I've called for someone
to look at her. We have to find the killer before he strikes again.
You two are gonna have to stay with her, until we find this guy
or he may come back for her. I've got Taggart and Brown getting
a safe house ready. As soon as she can leave here you two take
her there and stay with her," the captain says. He turns
to leave but remembers something. "I've got a search in on
med students and psych institutions looking for anyone with a
record of doing this," Simon begins. He is at a loss for
words. This monster is so beyond anything that they have seen
in a long time that it is hard for the captain to put his outrage
into words sufficient enough to convey what he is feeling.
Jim nods and is about to say
something else when the doctor comes out and looks for them.
"Detective, I'm Dr. Roberts.
She's lucky you and your partner came along when you did. Some
of those lacerations are very deep and required many stitches.
She's lost a significant amount of blood and will be weak for
many days. I've given her something for the pain and for now she
is calm. I suggest you refrain from asking her anything for a
few days while she is regaining her strength."
"Are you sure? She's the
only one who has seen this freak. We need to talk to her,"
"No way. This has been very
traumatic, and she is in no shape to relive it so soon. You didn't
see her, Captain. She was clinging to your detective for dear
life when she was brought in here. It's gonna be a few days before
she is strong enough to stand on her own, and I don't even want
to speculate on how long before it would be safe to ask her questions,"
the doctor says.
"Can we move her? This guy
is still out there, and if he realizes she is still alive he may
come back for her," Jim asks.
The doctor considers this before
he answers. "I wouldn't advise it, but since her life is
more threatened by this psycho, I'll arrange it. Just take it
slow and easy."
The men nod and return to the
examine room. The girl is huddled in the corner as if she is fighting
something off. As soon as Ellison gets too close he feels it too.
SENSATION: Pain, terror, excitement,
new kill so close.
FLASH: Knife falling, hear
someone screaming in pain, flesh opening and blood dancing in
the moon light.
SENSATION: Fun, the killing is so much fun. Taking a life, taking a hundred lives, doesn't matter, it's all the same. The fun is still there, the excitement, the rush, it's never gonna stop
Blair rushes to his friend's
side once he realizes what is happening. "Come back, Jim.
Now is not the time for this," Blair whispers so only Jim
"It happened again. God,
that was intense. He's found a new killing ground. We gotta find
this sicko before he does it again," Jim whispers.
"I know but you have a witness
to deal with. We don't want to freak her out with this, c'mon,"
Blair says giving Jim a hand to stand up.
**This guy has chosen who
he will kill next, Jim knows, but he thinks the cops won't figure
it out until it's too late and the chosen ones are dead -----
or he is dead. Either way this night is almost over.**
Jim and Blair help the girl to
her feet and into a wheelchair. Again, the girl latches onto Jim's
arm and will not let him go. It's almost as if he is the only
thing that is keeping her sane. Blair is watching her intently,
something at the back of his mind is sure something is wrong,
but he is willing to pass it off as tension. This night has been
hard on his poor psyche. The killer they are after is way too
much like Lash in too many ways. He can understand why the girl
is clinging to the big cop like mad. When Blair was freed from
Lash, he had clung to Jim for dear life, like his friend was the
only thing between him and the abyss of pure terror.
**Jim has that effect on people,**
Blair thinks. He is a rock of pure strength when someone is scared
shitless. He has a way of bringing calm into total disorder and
Blair blesses him for it and considers himself very lucky to have
this man for a friend.
One look at the big cop tells
Blair and anyone else who is looking that he is in one of his
protector modes and nothing and no one will get close to this
Once safely at their new location,
the girl collapses onto the couch and manages, with a sudden rush
of fear-born strength, to drag Jim down with her. He nearly crushes
her but rolls to the side and watches her a moment. Within seconds
her eyes are closed. She must be trying to sleep. He watches her
and remembers how Blair reacted when he got home, after Lash.
He's afraid to move too soon, least she wake up. After a few minutes
of trying to disengage his arm, now going to sleep from her viselike
grip, he realizes that she is out of it and will stay that way
for a while. He gets loose and walks over to Blair.
"She'll probably sleep for
a day or two," Blair says and shakes himself, trying to banish
those same terrible memories of his own recovery from Lash's attack.
"Thinking about Lash, aren't
you? So am I. This is hitting too close to home. I keep seeing
you there, Lash hovering over you," Jim says. Blair looks
into those crystal clear eyes and sees the pain of a near loss.
He steps closer and lays his very much alive hand on Jim's chest
to reassure him.
"I know, I just don't want
to deal with that right now. We need to concentrate on her for
now. She is going to be really messed up. You saved this one,
and if we are very lucky, with her help no more will die,"
Once again Jim is surprised by
the younger man's strength, selflessness and determination. **What
did I do to deserve him?**
Hours pass and nothing happens
in the search for the Blood Moon Killer, as the press is calling
him. The mystery girl is still asleep on the couch. Both men relax
and try to unwind, the day's events finally catching up with them,
the adrenaline is starting to wear off. Jim even begins to drift
off. Blair is trying to concentrate on something for school, but
isn't having much luck because he can't get past what has been
happening to his Sentinel since this started. When did he develop
this sixth sense? How long has it been going on without Blair
noticing? Why the hell hasn't Jim said anything about this before?
Well that one is simple. Jim is still uncertain about his Sentinel
abilities, and leery about telling Blair anytime something goes
nuts. If this has been going on since the beginning, he would
really be bugged by it. Is this something all Sentinels are capable
of or is it just Jim? If it's just him how does he deal with it?
Has it been going on since he was a kid or did it start in the
military or when he became a cop? All these questions are starting
to give Blair a royal headache. He stifles a short giggle. **I'm
starting to sound like Jim now,** A terrible thought hits
Blair: **Will he react like this every time he deals with serial
killers now? How long before something like this drives him insane?
Well, we're just gonna have to work on it that's all. I WILL NOT
lose him because of this. I just found a friend and I don't have
too many of those,**
A squeak from the living room
gets his attention. Instantly on edge, he grabs one of his research
books, a thick book on some mythological religion or something,
and peaks---only to see their witness climbing off the couch.
"Yeah, just need something
to drink. What is this place?" she asks.
"It's a safe house, just
in case he decides to come for you."
"Oh, god. You, you don't
think he'd come here? With all the cops around do you? Please
say he won't come here." she says.
"Anything is possible. You
are the first to survive and the police want to be sure you stay
alive to help them catch this maniac. Don't worry, Detective Ellison
is the best, he won't let anything happen to you," Blair
Jim is standing in front of the
big window. Blair looks over at him and is deeply concerned for
his emotional state. Standing in front of an open window is not
very smart. What if the killer is looking for them? Jim is so
well known that it isn't hard to believe that he would be protecting
a witness. Blair approaches him carefully, just in case he is
lost in some zone out. "Damn it, Jim. What are you thinking?
C'mon at least close the curtain. You're gonna get us all killed,"
Blair says using his patented Guide voice so only Jim hears him.
Jim reacts instantly and closes the curtain, still not totally
She watches them for a moment
then goes and gets the water she was after. "I see what you
mean. He looks like he could handle anything. Thank you,"
she says then sits back down on the couch.
Blair watches her a moment longer
then returns to his homework, still feeling her eyes on him. Once
she is sure he isn't paying attention to her she goes back to
the kitchen for something else.
Jim's mind is drifting all over
the place. Every time he tries to pin down one sense he gets blind-sided
**In his mind he is seeing
the killer at work again and cringes.
***Not again, I can't take
much more of this. Dear God I can still smell the bastard. Please,
someone make it stop.***
Something is different this
time. Though the stench he has come to associate with the killer
is still there. It's even stronger now for some reason. The killer
is walking by a television screen and he finally sees who he is
Jim comes awake suddenly when
he feels a sharp edge against his chest. He looks down and sees
their witness. The death stench is coming from her now.
"What the hell are you doing?"
he sputters in surprise, trying to push her away.
"What does it look like?"
she says. She smiles at him, there is no terror in her now. She
is looking at him with a hunger, a killer's hunger. Her eyes are
dead, calm, clear, and frightfully smart. It would be so much
easier to fend her off if there was a hint of madness in them,
but there is only intelligence. **Oh, god. What's going to
happen to Blair?** is the first thought that comes to his
She swings the knife again and
catches him across the neck, messy but not very deep, and not
even close to a major vein or artery. She is splattered with his
blood. Her eyes are dead as she continues after him. She pushes
him to the floor and is on top of him before he realizes it. The
knife is driven into his body over and over again as she tries
to cut him to ribbons. Blood loss is making him weak and he can't
defend himself but he has to or she will go after Blair when he
is dead. He tries to shove her away again and she slices his hands
open. She tastes the blood on his hands and grins evilly. Now
it's happening to him. Everything that he felt with the other
victims is in him here now. He's gonna die now and then this bitch
is going to go after Blair. How can he stop this from happening
again, here? He has so little strength left but she is so strong
and getting stronger.
Jim looks into her eyes and sees
his own reflected there. Her eyes are his, showing his own strength.
** She's using my own strength against me. How the hell is
she doing this? What the fuck is she?** Jim is getting really
spooked. He has never encountered anything remotely like her in
his life, and she may be the last thing he sees. "You gave
me this. Everything I've done this night is because of you,"
she says and bends down and kisses him. "Thank you,"
she whispers. She is definitely sick, but she's done something
to him now. Just as she is about to make the final death stroke
something grabs her arm and spins her around.
Blair hears the commotion in
the other room. He returns to the door and for an instant he freezes,
terror and fear and disbelief warring for dominance. Right in
front of him is Lash lunging over Jim. ** Oh god, not again!!!**
The knife slashes across the downed man's arms again, and
Blair is moving. He doesn't get to Jim before the girl slashes
his hands but hopes that he can get her attention before Jim dies.
Blair isn't sure that his friend isn't already dead, but he prays
that Jim is still among the living.
"What the fuck do you think
you're doing?" Blair demands.
She turns on him and furiously
stabs at him, but Blair is faster but she manages a few cuts and
scrapes before the door bangs open. It is the cops who were standing
watch outside and Simon.
"Sandburg, hit the deck!"
Simon yells and they open fire. The girl goes down, her body filled
"Get an ambulance, Jim's
hurt," Blair says.
"So are you. Here sit down
and tell me what happened," Simon says.
"No, I need to be with him.
Damn it, Simon, let me go!" Blair says. He is fighting the
bigger cop to get to his friend, but Simon is having none of that.
Blair is hurt, not as bad as Jim but bad enough for Simon to be
concerned. Blair hasn't even noticed the cuts on his own arms
and hands yet or seen all the blood, his main focus is on Jim.
"I'm not sure how it started,
I was in the other room doing some homework. I heard her get up
once earlier but nothing after that. I thought I heard something
fall, so I came out to check and that's when I saw her standing
over him. For an instant it, looked like Lash was back. I know,
I know, Lash is dead but this damn case has brought back all those
ghosts. It was like when Jim found me after Lash had me pinned
to that damned chair," Blair shudders, he keeps seeing Lash,
as he watches the medics treat his partner.
No one sees the girl's body begin
to move; she's not dead yet.
"Simon, let me go, I've
got to be with him," Blair demands as he pulls away from
the bigger man.
Blair kneels at Jim's side and
tries not to get in the way as he cradles the unconscious man
close. **This was way too close,** Blair thinks. "How
could he not know? I mean if he was getting something from the
killer, her, how could he not know she was the one?" Simon
"I don't know," Blair
Simon looks around a moment then
his stomach reacts rather violently and he races out of the house
and tosses his breakfast. Damn, his best friend is near dead,
Sandburg is a mess and losing blood fast but not letting go of
Ellison, and now his stomach is rebelling against him. Not a nice
way to begin a new day.
"You are gonna have to let
him go so we can get him to the hospital," one of the medics
"I'm going with you. He
may freak if I'm not there and he comes around," Blair says.
At that moment she attacks again.
She screams a terrifying and blood chilling shriek of madness
and pain and stabs at Blair. The sound is the young man's warning,
he turns and only is grazed along his already bloody arm. Survival
instinct and a powerful need to protect his Sentinel gives him
the strength to turn the knife on her and force it into her chest,
stilling her psychotic heart once and for all.
It all happens so fast no one
has a chance to react. Everyone is startled into inaction. Simon
moves first and returns to Blair's side, helping him to stand.
"What the hell was that?" Simon demands.
"I guess she wasn't dead
yet," Blair deadpans, "Let's get him out of here."
Blair is trying his best to ignore
what he has just done but isn't having any luck. Simon finally
sees what this night is costing the young man. Blair is shaking
like a leaf in a hurricane. Simon approaches him but Blair waves
him off in favor of climbing into the ambulance.
"Get that bitch out of here.
Make sure she's dead this time, willya? This is not good, not
good at all," Taggart says, supervising the techs and other
cops on scene.
"This was way too close.
We damn near lost him," Simon is saying.
After Blair is tended to, he
waits in the ER waiting area with Simon and an unfamiliar doctor.
He really isn't listening, Blair is too worried about Jim. "Her
name was Petra Nixx. There is nothing really remarkable about
her, except her mind. She was methodical and ruthless. Petra
had the uncanny ability to hide the darker side of her personality,
even after she was caught the first few times. None of the doctors
were able to see just how far she would go given the right trigger.
It was only a matter of time before this happened, now sixty people
have paid for our lack of insight. Sixty people and your detective.
This is truly amazing, the level of brutality in these murders.
I just wish she was still alive so I could study her." the
psychiatrist says. "I'm glad you're fascinated by her, but
personally, I am glad she's dead." Simon grouses. "Oh
I understand, captain, really I do. It's not often I get to even
see something like this that's all." the doctor finishes.
On top of everything else this damn case has brought up, now Blair has been forced to kill. It's commonly known that Blair doesn't like violence and is afraid of guns. Blair is so sensitive, what is this going to do to him? **Are we finally going to lose him over this? How is he going to deal with the memory of having to kill? We all know he had to inorder to keep that bitch from hurting Jim anymore but does he know that?** Simon wonders.
Simon realizes that Blair did
this to protect not only himself but to protect Jim as well. Still,
it is going to tear the anthropology student to pieces. The department
shrink will be putting in a lot of overtime on this one, and it
still may not be enough. The department may lose one or both of
them over this, Damn!
"I know. I'm worried how
Jim is going to be able to deal with this. He's going to see this
as a failing on his part. It's not, and I know it's not, but I
have no idea how to make him see that," Blair says.
"She was very good at being
able to hide what she was doing. She was able to slip through
the cracks in the system for years. From what I have read in her
file she has done this kind of thing before but was always caught
before it went this far. I don't understand how she was able to
keep ahead of the police for so long," the psychiatrist says.
At that Blair looks up then turns
to Simon. He sees it now. If Jim was able to see through her eyes,
it's possible that she could see through his and knew when to
run for it. This whole thing was out of control because Jim was
there hunting for her. She must have been able to use his own
senses against him, and to make the kills all that more exciting
for herself. Jim can never know about this, it would kill him.
The psychiatrist leaves them
alone to check on his own patients.
"I think she was feeding
off Jim's senses. That's why he was seeing what she was doing
and picking up on her memories of her kills."
"Oh, my god," Simon
blurts out then dashes for the nearest restroom and tosses what's
left in his stomach. Simon's stomach is not going to take much
more of this. Too many revelations in one night, too many dead
bodies, too much insanity.
The thought of Jim being drawn
into that kind of nightmare is disgusting. Jim Ellison is not
only his best detective and friend, but Simon knows a more sensitive
side of the man. This is going to really hurt him. Simon returns
to sit with Blair. The young man can see what is in the captain's
"We can never tell him,
"It would kill him to know
she was using him like that. You never really saw what it was
doing to him to see how she was killing, to see who she was killing
and being unable to stop her. Knowing that someone was out there
using his senses and getting off on killing all those people.
That was the only reason I never left his side when I would have
rather been anywhere else. He's in enough pain as it is. Maybe
one day, I'll tell him, if he asks," Blair says.
Simon heartily agrees. He is
continually amazed at Blair's insight and loyalty.
A doctor in bloody scrubs walks
up to them, "You can go in and see him now. Detective Ellison
is still unconscious but, in time, he will recover," he says.
The two men nod and go to their
friend's side. He is so pale he looks almost dead.
"When will he wake up?"
Blair turns and asks the surgeon.
"I'm awake," Jim says.
His voice is weak but determined.
The doctor leaves them alone.
"Is she dead?"
"Yeah, she's dead,"
"Good. I really blew it
this time," Jim says, guilt running wild.
"Enough of that. No one
was looking for a woman. You can't blame yourself for not knowing,"
"But I should have known
something was off, even in the ambulance. She didn't smell of
fear. I can tell when someone is scared or happy. I can usually
pick up emotions by their scent. She didn't smell like she was
"It's also possible that
you were getting too much and your mind just blocked it out. A
defensive reflex against too much input. We are **NOT**
going to get into this right now. You need to heal and
regain your strength. There is so much we need to do when you
get out of here I'm gonna be up for days just trying to figure
it all out. I want to see how far this sixth sense, if that's
even what it is, can reach. Was it just this once or can you use
it again?" Blair begins.
Jim smiles, "All right,
Chief. We'll talk about it later," then he drifts off. A
ghost of a smile on his face. **Sandburg and his tests. Maybe
he can find a way to get rid of these damn visions or at least
put a leash on them. Thanks, Chief,** silent words drift through
his drowsy mind.
**Jim dreams of the attack
and the girl's words : "You gave me this. Everything I've
done this night is because of you," she says and bends down
and kisses him. "Thank you," she whispers. Her face
is burned into his mind. She laughs and leans over him again.
That kiss, so sweet, such poison.**
Jim's eyes snap open and he looks
around in sudden fear, is she back. Then he sees Blair sleeping
on a chair beside him and Jim calms down some. There will be time
enough later to figure it all out. Now is the time to rest and
heal. Blair said she's dead, dead and gone to hell, he smiles
**The rest can be dealt with
later, at home and with Blair helping me. Yeah, as long as he's
there I can handle anything.**
That's it folks. What do you think?? Spooky huh?? Let me know. I need to
know if I did it right. It's
supposed to give you the willies.