#1 FLASH: In The Beginning... (Continued)
*FLASH*
"Its another female isn't it?" Jack asked as he got out of the car.
"How the hell did he know that?" Fredricks asked as Jack walked past him.
Jack walked up the stairs and pushed open the door.
*Flash*
The body was crucified on the wall. Her eyes lids were closed and blood dripped from her wrists. She was naked with a cross carved in her chest."
*Flash*
Jack walked up to the body and touched it and frowned, "What the hell?" he asked.
"What's up?" Janson asked as he walked up to him.
"Is there a doctor here?" he called out looking back.
"What's up?"
"I'm a doctor," a man called out from the crowed.
"I need a thermometer!"
The man walked to Jack and placed it in his hand. Jack reached up and placed it in the woman's ears and let it beep. He pulled it back and checked it. "What the hell?" he asked again looking at it.
"What's up?" Janson asked taking a step forward.
"Her temperature is 96.5. It's too high."
"What does it mean?"
Jack reached up and grabbed a wad of her hair and pulled it up to look at her face. Suddenly her eyes opened as she gasped with blood spilling from her mouth and onto Jack's black trench coat. He fell back startled and looked at the body with wide startled eyes, "What the fuck?"
"Holy shit! She's still alive!"
She began to gasp and hack for oxygen as paramedics ran up to her with their kits. "Get her down from the barb wire!"
More blood flew from her lips as she continued to gasp and tug on her nailed and barb wired wrists and throat.
"What's your name! Can you tell me your name! This woman is in shock! We need immediate help here!"
*FLASH*
The agents all seemed to sit down together. Jack sat between Janson and Fredricks. Janson leaned over to Jack, "Just go along with us for a while."
"First thing I would like to discuss is the Belchner case. Is there any new evidence involving this case?" the assistant director asked starting the meeting off.
"We have not yet found much on the case. We know that she lived alone," Janson said looking through his notes, "She was between the ages of twenty five and thirty."
"I received a report yesterday that Agent Pullman did some very intense profiling of his own. Would you care to share with the rest of us Agent Pullman?"
Jack looked up from his own notes, took his black fedora off and placed it on the table above them, "She is enrolled in Dargan City University. A junior to be exact. She is twenty-five years old, and has a boyfriend. Her parents live out of state?"
"?We already know all of this Agent Pullman. We want to know about your profiles. The other agents say you may have some new information on this case. Like, the motive of the killer or anything like that?"
"No motive. The killer is completely insane."
"There has to be a reason he killed her."
"She wasn't the only one. I looked through the FBI data banks." He brought out his notes and began to spread his work around causing others to move out of his way with confused looks on their faces, "Two years ago, the police department reported a kidnapping to this federal office. The girl was eighteen years of age, and very attractive. Two days later the family received a package. They opened it and inside was her severed head. Another two days, the killer broke into the federal office and hung her body by the legs upside down. Its wrists were slit and blood was dripping from where her head used to be onto the floor of the federal office lobby. To preserve the body after death the killer used a rubber cord and tied it around her throat to prevent any blood from escaping."
The other agents exchanged looks between each other as the story was unraveled before them.
"There was another case where two girls, the same age, both went to the same school, and were both abducted together. They were found two days later in a pool of blood. Apparently the killer asked them to strip naked, then had sex with each one separately, then killed them together."
"How did he kill them?" The A.D. asked.
"Gutted them. I noticed that in each of these numerous cases, the victims were female, between eighteen to thirty years of age. Each one was killed in a brutal and original way. Much like the Bilmer and Heaston cases."
"You're saying that both the Bilmer and Heaston cases were performed by the same man?" Janson asked leaning forward.
"Yes, I am."
Fredricks leaned forward and folded his fingers together, "What's so original about the Bilmer case. He just killed her?"
"It's all in the way he stabbed her. I found bruises all over her throat, which means she strangled her before he stabbed her numerous times. As well as the shock value of seeing the blood covering the walls."
"Who is he trying to shock?" The A.D. asked.
"Us."
"Us?!" Janson asked as the confused face enhanced itself, "How would he know if he succeeded? He's not at the crime scene!"