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Murder, She Wrote (LustLove & Raziel99)

LustLove

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Sep 5, 2012
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It happened again. The Tribune announced that the infamous killer struck once again. This time the victim was a young boy, only the age of 19. He, like all the other victims of these cruel crimes, had absolute no connotation to anything. At least that was what the police said over and over. The murders had been going on for a several months and there have only been sixteen bodies found thus far. And according to the Chicago PD, there was no underlying reason for why these people were losing their lives. The oldest victim was 42, the youngest 18. There were eight male victims and the rest were female. And their lifestyles were all completely different and unrelated. The only thing that seemed consistent was the fashion of killing. A slice through the neck and when they were found, the blood had been drained from the bodies though the victims themselves were clean. It was a horrible thing happening through the bustling city of Chicago. Throughout history there have been many cases of murders but this serial killer seemed to attack just about anyone, they had no motives and it scared most of the citizens. The law enforcement wasn’t really much help and they were most likely scared as well. Everyone from ordinary citizens to officials of the city thought this was the absolute worst thing that could happen; everyone except an aspiring young author.

Aspiring isn’t necessarily the best word used to describe Blake Davis. She’d produced six novels, four of which have been listed as #1 New York Bestsellers for several weeks at a time. The twenty-six year old had done a lot for herself once she decided to quit school and pursue her dream. She had wanted to be a writer since she entered junior high and she constantly worked on it as well. Once she was accepted into college, she believed that she was much closer to becoming the author she had always wanted to be. However, university was nothing but reports and papers, one after another, term papers and too much time during the day. Blake eventually dropped out and began working in a restaurant before she was given a chance to intern at a local newspaper. She then went on to work for a publishing company and from there she submitted her first pieces of work. Majority of them were rejected but she kept at it until her very first book ever published, was seen as potential. From there, she continued working hard, writing something new everyday until she reached the status she possessed in the present.

She was never discouraged by the constant rejection she received or any humiliation. The individuals she worked with in the publishing company never suspected she was the writer of the pieces constantly entered. She'd entered the writing under the name of Blake Davis, which was not the namesake she was given at birth. Her mother's maiden name was Davis and she had a cousin who's name was Blake. She just taken the names and placed them together. This would also give the allusion that the author could be a man or a woman which worked greatly in her favor. After her first book took off and received great feedback, right before the publish of her second book, she came out publicly to announce she was Blake Davis and even went as far as legally changing her name to such so everyone would know for certain that she was the new acclaimed author.

The killings occurring around the city were horrific but Blake was greatly inspired by the tragedy. She already wrote one book that was slowly climbing to the top of the bestsellers list. The murderer had only killed about five people by the time she had finished writing the novel but her character was closely related to that of the profile police provided. She’d done her best to make the character realistic and similar to what the police described. There were many details she had made up herself, however, since some things weren’t disclosed with the public but she believed she’d done a good enough job with the accuracy. As a mystery writer, the murders happening in real life were the best thing that could happen to her. It gave her the juice she needed to at least pump out three more novels within the series she had started.

Blake had gotten herself an interview with an officer of the department. She was posing as someone from a paper but her real intentions were to get some material for the book she was currently writing. She planned on this part of the series to focus on the work of the police department and their efforts to tear down the notorious killer running wild in Chicago.
 
It would have probably been a special assignment for him if he didn’t specifically request it. After all, tracking serial killers seemed to be his forte in the agency, and this one in Chicago seemed to be a blight on the population. Sixteen deaths in that timeframe, all drained of blood, all completely separate from each other. Something didn’t sit right about such works. It seemed more like ritual sacrifices than some sort of loon going on a rampage. It smelled like Titans for him, but he would never know until he got there to investigate. So a 3 hour plane ride from New York to Chicago thanks to a delay, and Kazumo was finally stepping out of the plane, black suit and tie, looking over field notes of what was going on.

Ianyaki Kazumo, known as Aranai Taru by the Agency and those in enforcement. A Japanese immigrant brought in for his talents in investigation and tracking, but there was more behind that. Informants, information and ease of access to many underground groups that the Feds so desperately wanted. At twenty-four, he was already high ranking, if only for how many jobs he already completed, quickly and discreetly. Which was why he was here, really. He felt uncomfortable in the black suit, use to wearing white, but that was what the agency wanted worn, and it was them that he followed at the moment, so best to follow those rules. Not that he cared for them.

Green eyes quickly went through the papers on the plane before finding his way to a rent-a-car. He beelined to the latest crime scene, getting in with a flash of a badge to get past the green cops on border patrol. But a little more was needed to get past to the scene itself. Calls being made by Chicago PD, paperwork being filed, but most not on his own end. The scene was surprisingly dry, little blood except on the neck where it was slashed. Drained of blood, like all the others. Young man, a few years behind his own age. It was a shame, really. The scene itself wasn’t going to tell him much, it seemed. Too clean, too perfect.

The next stop was the police station. It was a short drive, his mind occupied with possibilities. It could have been part of some ritual, yes, but so many so quickly? It was strange. It was either big, or some blood-drinking cult. He couldn’t decide on which yet. He pretty much walked in, flashed a badge, got the paperwork, and took a seat to mull over all the official work, comparing the notes to what he got from the FBI. Things weren’t adding up, after all.
 
Blake walked into the station, attaching her fake press badge in order for them to let her through. She always had to hassle with the officers about coming in and doing an interview, but it was much easier to convince them while she was wearing an official badge that allowed her to do so. She always went by another name and changed her look up a bit so no one could easily recognize her. Her plan was to get in there and interview a few of the officers so she could get a bit more information and have an authentic point of view coming from an officer of the law.

It took her some time to convince the officer at the front desk that letting her through would be a good idea. She had to promise that the police department's efforts were tremendous and they were just as eager to find the killer just every other citizen in the city. Sometimes she felt remorse for telling these lies just to get what she wanted, but it was all apart of her job. She had to be ruthless if she ever wanted to get anywhere far.

Once she was past the initial barricade of authority, she walked through the rest of the station, looking for any individual that she could talk to. Blake attempted to stay clear of any chiefs or whatever they called the police in charge of the division so she wouldn't get stopped and asked any questions.
 
Kasumo had little to do with hustle and bustle of the station proper, locking himself away in an empty room so he could look over the files in private, taking pictures for his personal notes on the issue. After all, the more people that were in the station, the more there was to distract from his interference. But as soon as night fell, he would have to work on his own through the city, picking up leads and staying out of police hair, if only to work quicker. There was a lot here to gather, though.

“Hey, Fibi, have you seen this?” It surprised Kazumo that someone was able to sneak up on him, but he shrugged that off to his distraction with the paperwork. A book was tossed to him, with ‘Blake Davis’ written flashy on the bottom. “Yeah, what about it.”

“Read it, where I marked.” Kazumo noticed the leafed page, flipping it open and looking it over. “Yeah, so?”

“Read it again.” The officer took a seat as Kazumo read the passage more in depth. A light seemed to go off in Kaz’s mind. “This…”

“Is just like the crime scene. Each murder in those books are like them. Think it’s worth checking out?”

Kazumo flipped to another marked page, reading it over, frowning. “It’s worth a shot. But I will take care of it, tonight after this paperwork. Need to get to speed with everything.”
 
Blake walked further through the department, pulling a notepad and pen from out of her bag. She liked to do some things a little old fashioned and interviewing different people in person while jotting down some notes was exactly how she operated and she loved it. She eyed each officer as she walked through the large room, looking to find someone that looked like they were immersed in work, hoping they would be working on the case. She needed to interview the right people if her next novel was going to be as authentic as she could possibly make it.

But after walking around for several minutes, she was starting to get impatient. She really needed to find someone to speak with before she the afternoon ended and everyone in the office would start to leave. Blake suddenly chose and officer who looked like he was busy, typing away on his computer and she felt confident enough to walk up to him and begin talking.

She started off with some simple questions, saying she was from a local newspaper and wanted to speak with someone about the recent crimes that have been occurring over the past few weeks. She wasn't sure if she would get a decent answer from him, but it was worth a shot.
 
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