Arcanum 1 -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 15:57:18 08/13/02 Tue
Author: Wildchild453
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Arcanum 1
In reply to: Wildchild453 's message, "Arcanum" on 15:51:47 08/13/02 Tue

�What do we have Cervety?� Sara walked into the plush apartment, making here way over to the forensic officer.

� White female, mid- late twenties, single shot to the back of the had, mercenary style.� Cervety looked up from the corpse, nodding his greeting to them.

� This is a lot of blood for a single shot.� Danny grimaced at the pool of blood surrounding the body.

� Well, whoever it was used heavy automatics. That single shot literally blew half her skull off.� He shook his head as he explained.

Sara looked around the apartment, trying to get a handle on the woman, a lot of expensive furniture, silk pillows. �Hey Danny, do you think her pimp could have killed her?�

Danny walked over to her, assessing what Sara had just asked him.� It�s a possibility, especially when we have all this stuff. On the other hand, she could be from a wealthy family.

Sara picked up a discarded cashmere sweater with gloved hands, the Witchblade stirring at the connection, pulling Sara deep within a vision.

***

A blonde hair woman stared defiantly at the four men dressed in black special ops wear, pale arms clutching a little boy. � So he has decided he has no use for us, now.�

The leader of the group stood rigidly in front of her, his head bowed.

� I will not let you kill him, you can take me but spare him,� Tears coursed down her face, though she continued to stand boldly.

� It is not for you to decide.�

� Run Tino�

The little boy darted out from his mother�s protective hold, effectively darting around the men and running into a back room. The leader held up his hand, stopping one of the men from following the boy.

� Her first.�

The woman nodded, accepting her fate. She kneeled down, turning her back to them.

� Go with God,� He pulled took aim, firing a single bullet. He closed his eyes briefly as her body hit the floor. � Go with God Celeste.�

The other bowed their head, each saying their own form of apology. One of the mercenaries looked at the leader, silently questioning him about the boy. He shook his head, getting nods of approval from the others.

***

� Pez, Pez� Sara?� Danny shook Sara slightly, nearly throwing her off balance.

� The little boy.�

� What little boy?� Danny asked but found his partner already moving toward the back of the apartment.

� Tino? Tino?� She walked through the master bedroom, whispering his names. God she hoped the Witchblade had been right and they hadn�t murdered the kid.

She stopped cold when she heard a small sound coming from the closet. Waving for Danny to keep quiet, Sara crept forward and opened the closed door, coming face-to-face with a scared child holding a gun.

Sara sighed in relief, half glad because the kid was alive and half glad because he had a good handle on his nerves and hadn�t shot her.

� Who are you?�

She hunched down to his level, wary of the gun he still held. � My name�s Sara Pezzini, I�m a cop.�

� Show me your badge.� His voice was sad as if he already knew his world would never be the same.

Sara hid a smile; relieved the kid had asked such a smart question. Opening her coat open so he could see her badge, she frowned slightly when he flicked the safely of the gun on with ease. Sara took the gun away from him, handing it to Danny.

� My name is Valentino�. Mommy�s dead isn�t she?�

Sara nodded sadly, holding out her arms in a silent invitation. She wrapped her arms around him, standing up.

� You didn�t have to pick me up, I�m five.� Light brown eyes looked up at her shining with unshed tears.

� In my experience, everyone needs a long hug.� Sara knew what it was like to lose a parent in such a violent way. Sara smiled again as Tino yawned and settled his head onto her shoulder. � Before you fall asleep, what your last name?�

�Nottingham. Valentino Nottingham.�

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