#biohazardly

[starryiis]

Supernova

@biohazardly​

She paced back and forth back and forth in her room. Contemplating. Thinking. Her mind had been going to dark places and she no longer had the strength or the light to bring herself back. Her mother was gone. Her father was not here anymore, not in any way that mattered. She was done letting the world take from her. It was time for her to take things back. What goes around doesn’t come back around. You have to make the world turn in your favor on your own. 

And she was so tired. 

Tired of pretending to be the good girl. Tired of pretending like the dark thoughts were never there. Maybe what she needed was to lean into the shadows, let herself be swathed in darkness head to toe. No more toeing the line. No more wishy-washy will she, won’t she. 

She just wasn’t that girl anymore. 

Carefully she pulled on a hoodie and dropped from her bedroom window. The rush of the fall emboldening her. There was something exhilarating about it. Falling. Enticing her and drawing her to bigger and bigger heights. But maybe the giving into the darkness would give her the same thrill. 

She made her way to a building, an average apartment building. The site of an almost tragedy. The first time the Universe tried to take her mother. The apartment seemed vacated now. Much to her frustration. 

Would it be worth it if it wasn’t a little bit of a challenge?

Daphne took a piece of paper and scribbled in her intense scrawl, undermined by the circles she dotted her i’s with. And tapped it to the door. Hoping she would get Lucky enough the intended target of the note would find it and reach out to her. It was a long shot. 

To: B.

You left some lessons unfinished. If you ever want to complete your work. I’m sure you know where to find me. 

Ever your faithful student, Supernova.

And then she left. She went back home to her empty house, well empty feeling house. And crawled back into bed. The sun long set in the night sky. 

[crispspringmorning]

@biohazardly

Anybody with a trained eye or a professional sixth sense could walk into this city and tell that there was the stench of crime. Well, that and there was a very large record that went down and down and down on a list, something that York had read thrice over already. What a history! Still, it wasn’t nearly as bad as some of the places that he had been before. Some of the purple cities…those were totally lawless.

Still! A city where the criminal underbelly in all its fractured cliques acted as organized as the heroic figures at the top? This was going to be a site to see. Most were the solitary types –

But he wasn’t here for the exploration of organized crime. No. There was another murderer afoot- someone who acted out of sorts. The way that each fingerbone was arranged from the photographs sent - this was a serial killer. And York would find his unsub.

He held no illusions about what he might have to do, of course. Getting in with villains might be one of them. For now though? Coffee. He needed more than a little bit of coffee. Where to go for that though? He had no idea…

So he stopped the first person on the street. “Hey! Where is the best place to get coffee around here. Black, with just some milk. Pour it yourself even. I’m very particular about my coffee, but I need to know what the locals think.”