The smell of smoke fills my nose as I slowly flutter my eyes open. My entire body feels heavy with pain. I look to my side and find my father unconscious with blood dripping down from his forehead.
The sudden flash of white light, the car being flipped to the other side of the road, the screeching sound of metals, the shattering of glass, it all comes back to me at once.
“Da-d”, I call out as I remove the seat belt.
I try to shake him awake. He doesn’t breathe.
I place my palm on his chest. Blind panic builds up in me when I can’t feel his heartbeat.
“I-t can’t be…”, I whisper in disbelief. An anguished cry escaped my lips and my hand flew to my mouth in shock.
My head hurts and a wave of dizziness washes over me. I slowly start feeling my consciousness seep out of me. Moments later, I faintly register someone tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
Through my half-closed eyes, I could see him well and alive. I’m probably dreaming, I think to myself.
“Rebecca, wake up! We have a new case”, he says.
“REBECCA!” he suddenly screams.
I immediately wake up and steady my uneven breathing trying to brush away the nightmare. It’s been two years since I lost my father in the car crash.
“Bad dream?” Eli, my partner asks.
More like a horrible memory.
“Yeah. A new case you said?” I change the subject and continue with the boring paperwork. No wonder I fell asleep.
“Well, the victim was found dead in his apartment by the maid, multiple stab wounds and no eyewitnesses. According to the security footage, he was indoors all day and he had no guests. The identification found on his person is all a counterfeit. His name cannot be found in any of the government databases. In fact, we have no idea who he is. The forensics says that he’d been dead for about ten hours before his body was found in the morning. The captain has exclusively assigned the case to us. We have to go examine the crime scene before the body is taken for post-mortem.”
“Exclusively?” I question him as we get into the car and drive to the scene.
“The Captain thinks the EOs might be involved. He wants this case to be as confidential as possible until it’s solved so as to not alert the public. And not to forget you’re an EO too.”
The Extra Ordinaries(EOs) are people with varying superpowers. And as the universe goes, there are the good ones and the bad ones. No one exactly knows how they came to be. I’m an EO too but I’ve only had these powers since the accident. It is almost impossible to identify one because they blend so well with the general population.
“We’re here”, Eli says.
The entire crime scene was chaos. The furniture was knocked down. Smashed pieces of vases and lamps were scattered all over the place.
I look at the corpse covered in blood. There was something off about him.
An aura or a human energy field is an emanation that is produced by every living creature. My psychic powers allow me to perceive it. The aura of an EO is stronger than a regular human being and that’s how I can easily distinguish between them. When you die, most of that energy field leaves your body. The rest takes months to fully leave the corpse. I know this from all the dead bodies I had to deal with in every case I was involved in.
When I stare down at this corpse in front of me, I can’t feel one.
I kneel beside the body. I press my palm to the victim’s forehead and try to search for the remnants of his aura but surprisingly all I feel is pure emptiness.
“I probably did it wrong,” I murmured. I try again, shutting my eyes and searching long and hard for any traces of his aura.
“What’s wrong?” Eli asks.
“This is weird. I can’t feel his aura. This can’t happen. It’s simply impossible”, I say frustrated.
“So the EOs are involved?”
THREE WEEKS LATER
There were two more murders in the last three weeks. All the cases had the same M.O.
After days of hitting constant dead-ends and thorough investigation, we found a file in the last victim’s house that somehow probably connected all these murders.
The file included research papers on EOs. According to his study, an EO is a result of a body reacting to the greatest physiological and psychological trauma mostly caused due to near-death experiences. The huge influx of adrenaline, fear, awareness and the will to survive causes genetic predisposition which chemically alters the body permanently. Every part of his thesis made sense. I understand now as to why I only had these powers after the accident.
I look at the bulletin board next to my desk. Pieces of newspapers and pictures are pinned randomly and connected by red tape to indicate the correlation between them. All the victims had fake identification and I just couldn’t understand how none of them had an aura.
At the centre of the board was a slightly blurry picture of a mysterious figure wearing a hood. The person was caught on the traffic cameras around every victim’s home, a day before the death.
The murders were perfectly executed. Not a single trace of DNA, fingerprints or any kind of clues or evidence that would help us with the case were found.
The sudden sound of the phone ringing cut through the silence.
“Hello Detective, I’ve heard you’ve been looking for me”, a very familiar voice speaks when I answer the call.
I stand frozen on my spot and my blood runs cold.
“Da-d?” I manage to whisper.
“Drop the case Becca”, he warns me and the line goes dead.
– Inspired by “Vengeful” written by V.E. Schwab
September 16, 2019 at 12:23 AM
Love how most things you write have a suspense factor to it.