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Sep. 29th, 2020 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
necrodruidEve enters the morgue with a nod to the police officer who opened the door for her by way of thanks. She takes in the teenaged boy on the table, the medical examiner, the plain clothes detective, and another woman standing possessively by the body; her red rimmed and puffy eyes obvious from across the room.
Just great. Eve hated cases that involved children, and she was old enough that teens were kids, but it was always worse when a parent was there. At least she'd thought to dress professionally for this call.
"I'm speaker Eve Williams. I have my identification if you require it?"
"That'll be okay miss," the ME replies and steps away from the table to give her room. The woman, the mother Eve guesses, gives her a suspicious look but doesn't say anything. Eve walks over and takes her place by the boys head. She can tell an autopsy has been performed and so she sighs internally. If she was going to get anything, it'll have to be with her blood rather than the boys.
Reaching into her pocket for the pill case holding several specially treated lozenges of her blood, and attempts a pleasant but professional expression. "I must warn you that with the autopsy already performed, I may not get any memories. I also cannot not control what memories I receive since what the person thought of last is what I will be getting, if I get anything. I will also need to use my own blood. It is only a few milligrams worth, but I mention this both to prepare you," she nods to the woman and then to the ME, "and in case this might contaminate the body. Do I have your permission?"
All the people nod, though the mother again seems suspicious. Or is it nerves? Regardless, Eve breaks the binding on the lozenge and smears the blood onto her finger tips. Then stands for a moment before deciding to hook a chair with her foot and drag it over for her to sit on. She hasn’t passed out too many times during a reading but it can happen anytime. Getting comfortable, she lightly touches her fingers against the body’s temples and…
Eve rocks back in the chair, gasping. Death is never a fun ride, but the violent ones always were hard. At least it was sudden. Communing with the spirit who’d suffered a long, painful, and lingering death took a lot. She waited a full minute, getting her breathing under control and giving her heart time to slow down, before speaking. “It seems a suicide. She’d taken pills, I didn’t see what kind, and there was a gun.”
“LIES!” the Mother yelled, lurking forward as if to strike Eve. “My boy wouldn’t take his own life.” She turned to look at the detective. “This was a waste of time. The necromancer can’t even get the gender right.”
That could have gone better, Eve thinks as the woman turns heel and stalked out, causing the uniformed officer at the door to scramble to open it.
The detective looked to Eve, an evaluating look in her eye. “Did you get it wrong?”
Eve held up her shaking hands in a placating gesture. “The memories of the victim identified as a woman. There were pills, the toxicology should verify that. There was a gun, but I think she put it down in the sink now that i think about it. Sorry, the memory was distorted from time and the drugs. She also had a journal.”
“That’s more than what we had this morning. Thank you.”
“Can I use your bathroom?” Eve asks the ME who nods and points to the only other door to the room.
Just great. Eve hated cases that involved children, and she was old enough that teens were kids, but it was always worse when a parent was there. At least she'd thought to dress professionally for this call.
"I'm speaker Eve Williams. I have my identification if you require it?"
"That'll be okay miss," the ME replies and steps away from the table to give her room. The woman, the mother Eve guesses, gives her a suspicious look but doesn't say anything. Eve walks over and takes her place by the boys head. She can tell an autopsy has been performed and so she sighs internally. If she was going to get anything, it'll have to be with her blood rather than the boys.
Reaching into her pocket for the pill case holding several specially treated lozenges of her blood, and attempts a pleasant but professional expression. "I must warn you that with the autopsy already performed, I may not get any memories. I also cannot not control what memories I receive since what the person thought of last is what I will be getting, if I get anything. I will also need to use my own blood. It is only a few milligrams worth, but I mention this both to prepare you," she nods to the woman and then to the ME, "and in case this might contaminate the body. Do I have your permission?"
All the people nod, though the mother again seems suspicious. Or is it nerves? Regardless, Eve breaks the binding on the lozenge and smears the blood onto her finger tips. Then stands for a moment before deciding to hook a chair with her foot and drag it over for her to sit on. She hasn’t passed out too many times during a reading but it can happen anytime. Getting comfortable, she lightly touches her fingers against the body’s temples and…
The mirror is hazy and she has trouble thinking clearly. The result of pills she’d taken she was sure. She looked down at the gun in her hand, so far away it seemed. It was heavy too, so she put it down in the sink, just for a moment. She wiped at her tears with her other hand, the one holding her journal. Soon they’d know all the damage they’d caused.
Suddenly there’s thunder and nothing…
Eve rocks back in the chair, gasping. Death is never a fun ride, but the violent ones always were hard. At least it was sudden. Communing with the spirit who’d suffered a long, painful, and lingering death took a lot. She waited a full minute, getting her breathing under control and giving her heart time to slow down, before speaking. “It seems a suicide. She’d taken pills, I didn’t see what kind, and there was a gun.”
“LIES!” the Mother yelled, lurking forward as if to strike Eve. “My boy wouldn’t take his own life.” She turned to look at the detective. “This was a waste of time. The necromancer can’t even get the gender right.”
That could have gone better, Eve thinks as the woman turns heel and stalked out, causing the uniformed officer at the door to scramble to open it.
The detective looked to Eve, an evaluating look in her eye. “Did you get it wrong?”
Eve held up her shaking hands in a placating gesture. “The memories of the victim identified as a woman. There were pills, the toxicology should verify that. There was a gun, but I think she put it down in the sink now that i think about it. Sorry, the memory was distorted from time and the drugs. She also had a journal.”
“That’s more than what we had this morning. Thank you.”
“Can I use your bathroom?” Eve asks the ME who nods and points to the only other door to the room.
