Nathan Ford (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nate_ford) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality,@ 2012-12-30 23:34:00 |
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Who:Nate
Where:His flat (thinking of Chicago)
When:December 30
Summary:Bored, Nate decides to visit the big city and stumbles on a trail
To say that he was bored with small town life was an understatement. Sure they were living in peace and he could see that Eliot and April were happy, but he himself found it excruciatingly boring. Not even the time spent in the local pubs helped much with that.
He'd been drinking more since they arrived, not having much else to do besides a work he could do in his sleep and the training that Eliot and April forced on him. Last night though, he'd decided that he needed a change of scenery and a new town to explore. Getting to Chicago wasn't hard, just a train ride from Michigan City, and finding bars wasn't hard.
At first that was all it was. A change of scenery, some new bars, but it didn't take long before Nate started noticing that not everything was normal. First was the fact that the ratio of men were significantly higher than normal, or what would have passed for normal in his world. Fair enough, things were different but then came other tiny clues. Like the way the women looked over their shoulders and stayed in groups and eyed any single man with a deeper level of suspicion than what would pass for normal. Or at least what he thought would pass for normal. It wasn't so tangible that anyone would have picked up on it, but for someone like him it wasn't too hard to see.
A conversation with the bartender had confirmed his sightings. "It's the serial killer," he'd said, poring another whiskey. "Women are careful, wary, most who have died have been picked up from bars."
"But they still go out?"
The bartender shrugged. "Can't stay in forever, can they? It's been going on for a year and a half. You have to live, but yeah, it's definitely a drop in costumers, less pick-ups. But you'll always have your risk-takers. There is this one girl, must have a death wish, shows up every Friday night, always go home with a new man. I'm surprised every week I see her. Must have a guardian angel or something. You're new in town?"
They'd talked for quite a while, before Nate made his way back, thoughts still on the serial killer. A man with powers, using them to kill, someone so predictable and yet no one had been able to catch him. He knew that logic dictated that he should just leave well enough alone. He didn't have his team, few leads and murderers wasn't what they did. Yet somehow he also knew he wouldn't be able to let this just go. Not when women were dying.