Monster [Stella/Cecil] May 27, 2014 21:29:57 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on May 27, 2014 21:29:57 GMT -5
The smell of rain hung in the air. The earlier downpour had ended after three days of obscuring tracks and making searches difficult, leaving puddles and mud in its wake. The lunch rush in the little town was in full swing, though the citizens hurrying here and there carried a heavy amount of tension with them. Mothers kept their children close to their sides, friends linked arms, all of them walking with great purpose past quaint Victorian style buildings with more modern siding to their destinations. Wary glances were given to the dark, thick woods looming close to the outskirts of the town, beyond pastures and mud-slicked fields. Several were clad all in black, evidently fresh from a funeral. More looked somber, making their way dully with distant looks on their faces, having yet to fully process that someone they loved had been killed.
The police station was a squat little building that looked more like a cabin save for the emblem beside the door that marked it as otherwise. At the end of the main street, it looked remarkably small to the shops and cafes, granted they were fairly compact as well, few being more than a single story tall. The eaves still dripped from the rain and curtains were drawn over the only two windows, located on the side of the building facing out towards farmland and open fields. The heavy wooden door opened and three people stepped outside into the spring chill.
The police captain of L’Etape was a tall, lean looking man in his mid-thirties. His hair was cut close to his head and looked a might ragged, pointed jaw sporting just enough stubble to indicate that he hadn’t been home in a few days. Grey eyes stood out starkly against his darker complexion, accented by clear evidence of sleep deprivation. He wore a long overcoat over his uniform, badge on his lapel identifying him as Captain Marcel Desrosiers. <<Everything will be fine,>> Marcel insisted to the blonde woman next to him, <<I won’t even be going with them, I’m entirely aware that this is well out of my hands, Marie.>>
His wife didn’t look convinced. Dark eyes narrowed, her lips forming a thin line in concern. <<Do you promise? You’ll really stay here at the station with Lili, you’ll not set one foot outside?>> Marcel barely held back a tired grin and shrugged. <<To be fair, I’m already outside. But yes, I promise.>> He was too exhausted to look anything but sincere. Marie looked to be very apparently considering hitting him for the unneeded sass, but that was rather difficult with their daughter squirming around in her arms. The two year old was trying to reach for the strands of blonde that had fallen loose from her mother’s ponytail. The little girl’s dark hair was pulled into small pigtails, clear eyes squinting as Marie adjusted her hold on her. The little one looked just like her father.
Convinced, Marie gave a curt nod, <<Alright. But you come straight home as soon as it’s all over, you hear me?>> Her voice was hushed, but her tone was stern enough to get the toddler’s attention at least. Marcel’s initial response was little more than a weary smile and a quick kiss planted on Marie’s lips. <<I hear you, I’ll be home as soon as I can and we can all start to move on.>> He paused, bending slightly to ruffle his daughter’s hair and kiss her cheek. <<And you be good for mama, okay Camille?>> Camille only stared before breaking into a grin. Marie gave one last smile to her husband before taking her leave, turning slowly and heading down the sidewalk towards home. Their daughter waved as the blonde woman did so and Marcel waved back before returning to the police station.
The smile vanished from his face all too quickly, the exhaustion becoming more apparent as his entire demeanor seemed to sag. He hadn’t slept in three days. Leaning back beside the police insignia on the outer wall, he dragged both hands over his face. No, he wasn’t going out in the field, but at this point he was having a hard time being optimistic. It was a monster they were hunting and what did they send? Teenagers? Marcel told himself they had to be trained, that they had to be up for the task if they were coming at all, that Shibusen could handle this but…after everything that had taken place he was too tired to force himself to leave suspicion and uncertainty behind.
Ten people in seven days. In a town as small as theirs, that was a serious cut to the population. Everyone knew everyone else. If one family was grieving, several other friends and relations were as well. The whole town was mourning someone. Marcel had buried a dear friend only two days prior. The crime scene photos would never leave his mind, he knew for certain. Blood sprayed out across the main road out of town, gore hanging from the trees, the upper half of Emma’s torso strewn over the metal railing. Marcel shut his eyes, but that only made the outlines clearer. Sighing, he opened them again and stared up at the looming clouds, shoving his hands into his pockets.
The team couldn’t arrive fast enough.