A Charismatic Evil-M, Drama, Casefic - by willgirl

Actually Bizzle in Canada it's DefenCe, but you know, it's okay!!

Colour, honour, favourite, labour, night, doughnut, I think we've had this discussion before!!

Bella

never knew about the defence.......knew about the others....so sorry willi........i bow down.........its so weird...the other words dont bother me....but that one did......you canadians...

We keep it English here, not that butchered version you guys spit out!!!! Hahahaha, I don't speak English, I speak 'Merican!!! Haha, I'm sorry, I'll stop now!

Bella

woah woah woah woah...WOAH.....did somebody mention a doughnut?

RollOnFriday wrote:woah woah woah woah...WOAH.....did somebody mention a doughnut?

LMAO!!!

all of these comments are so funny...and bella dont ever stop!

and a2b i thought the same thing as you...just didnt have the lady balls to speak up

Wills....have said it a lot already...and know I will be saying it about a gadzillion times in the future...but I absolutely love this story...the storyline certainly has me hooked...i keep feeling the layers building...and keep looking to see what happens next...there is nothing here that slaps the reader in the face about what is coming up...which believe me, is a great great thing....and it reads like a real procedural....i could really see going to the store and picking up this paperback....it is that good...and the level of detail....the little touches....like the little boy whispering about Tawny always picking him for teams....made me want to give him a hug....and great way to bring in some characterization for Tawny without just throwing it out there....

really truly looking forward to the next chapter... and catching up on the LJ too....

A/N: Finally! Sorry about the delay, I was out of commission for five days with back problems. Tylenol 3’s are not conducive to writing! A few people to thank:
Ana, for looking over my chapter and giving me ideas for the next one!
A2b, for being my #1 cheerleader
Ehbee, for her fantastic drawing which will appear after this chapter.

That’s it, I hope you enjoy!


The twelve kids didn’t provide anything new and soon Booth and Brennan were on their way back to D.C.

The next morning found them on the road to Elkhorn City to break the news to Howard’s wife. They parked the car in front of the modest suburban house and got out.

“Listen, Bones, no mention of what actually happened, okay? We need to keep as much as possible to ourselves.”

Brennan nodded as they made their way up the front walk. Pressing the doorbell, they waited. Finally they heard some shuffling and the door opened a crack.

“Yes?” the woman asked.

“Mrs. Walkerton? I’m Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan.”

“You’re here about Howard?” the woman sniffled.

“Yes, can we come in?” Booth asked.

Mrs. Walkerton nodded and opened the door.

As they walked in, they were both struck by the state of the house. Mildly put, it was a disaster. There were papers and clothes everywhere, and there were several empty bottles of Jack Daniels spread throughout the room.

“Come in.” Mrs. Walkerton said, gesturing to the couch.

They both gingerly took a seat.

“So tell me. Is he going to bring back the kids?”

“I’m sorry?” Booth said, confused. “Mrs. Walkerton, we’re heard about the disappearance of your husband. Are you saying your children are missing too?”

“You didn’t?…..Missing?” she choked out. “I thought Howard took them.”

“Why would he do that?” Brennan asked.

“I was having an affair with another man. Howard found out and threatened to take the kids way from me.”

“Mrs. Walkerton, I’m sorry to tell you, your husband is dead.” Booth said.

“Dead, what, I?” she whispered. “But the kids…are they?”

“We haven’t found them.”

“O god, I can’t…” Mrs. Walkerton put her head in her hands and began to wail.

“We need to get people to search the park.” Brennan said softly.

Booth nodded. “Mrs. Walkerton, I’m going to need a list of anyone who might have a grudge against your husband, including your lover.”

“Okay.”

“We are going to take a look around the house okay?”

She nodded, reached under the couch and pulled out a bottle.

Brennan followed Booth up the stairs. “It’s very dirty here.”

“You take the kids room, I will take the master.” Booth replied.

Brennan nodded and opened one of the doors.

The room was pink, with various pictures of people Brennan didn’t know on the wall. She moved from the dresser, where several family pictures stood, to the desk. On it were some text books and several sheets of pages with various math problems on it. Everything looked like a typical 14 year old’s room.

She moved to the boy’s room, pulling open drawers as she surveyed the room in hopes of finding something out of the ordinary.

“Find anything?”

She turned around and saw Booth leaning against the doorframe.

“Just condoms. And a lot of porn.”

“Typical 16 year old boy.” Booth said.

She quirked an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he stammered. “ I was just saying….”

“There’s no need for you to get embarrassed, Booth. Masturbation is a…”

“Can we get back to the case?” he interrupted.

She smiled and nodded. “Anything in the master bedroom?”

“Unless you count a lot of empty liquor bottles.” Booth said. “Let’s go search the park and interview the lover then head back to the lab.”

They made their way down the stairs only to find Mrs. Walkerton passed out on the couch. After trying to rouse her for five minutes, during which she said fuck off and rolled over, Booth gave up.

“We’ll have to get the name later.”

“I guess we’re heading to the park.” Brennan said.

Booth sighed. He wasn’t really in the mood to find the bodies of two kids.

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Four hours later, they had come up with nothing. Two forensics teams and a swarm of FBI agents were scouring the park, but so far no sign of the two children had been found.

“Come on Bones, there’s nothing more we can do here. I’ll get Kress to call us if they find anything.”

She stretched her arms above her head. “I guess it’s back to the lab then.”

Booth nodded.

The car ride was silent as they both went over the case in their heads. Never had they had a case like this before, with no leads and no signs of any coming in the future.

“Booth.” Brennan said. “If Agent Wilder isn’t getting anywhere with his eyeball lady, maybe we should question her.”

Booth raised an eyebrow at her.

“If your theory is correct, not that I’m saying it is because we have no evidence, then we need to meet this eyeball lady in person.”

Booth looked at his watch. “Let me give him a call, see if I can set something up for tomorrow.”

Brennan looked out the window at the passing scenery. She had to admit that it was beautiful in this area. The leaves had changed colour and it lead to a brilliant array of colour across the land. It reminded her of when her parents used to take her and Russ apple picking as a kid. Even now she could smell the fresh apple cider that they had for sale.

“Bones, hey Bones?”

“Sorry, what?” she said, turning to Booth.

“I said Wilder says its okay if we come in and do the interview. You okay? You kind of spaced out there for a moment.”

“I’m fine.” She replied, looking out the window again. “I was just thinking about the case.”

Booth knew that wasn’t true but decided not to push it. One thing his partner didn’t like was to be pushed.

Seven hours later, he pulled up in front of her apartment. She was sound asleep, her face pressed against the glass, a frown on her face.

“Bones.” He said softly, shaking her. “Wake up, you’re home.”

“What time is it?” she said blearily.

“Just after 11.”

“Sorry, should have stayed awake to talk to you.”

“And I should have taken your advice about just taking a flight. That was a really long drive.”

“It’s true, we could have been back and questioned eyeball lady today.” She commented.

“Yeah well, next time I promise. Pick you up tomorrow?”

She nodded and headed into her building.


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She stared into the interrogation room in disbelief. Imelda Park was not your typical murderer. She wasn’t even your typical gun owner. At 87, she was small and frail, unlikely to be able to shoot someone. Dressed in a long sleeved, faded print flowery dress, she looked like someone’s grandmother.

The door opened and in walked Booth and another agent who she assumed was Agent Wilder.

“Rick, this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan. Bones, meet Agent Wilder.” She leaned forward and shook his hand.

“Let me fill you in.” Rick said. “Don’t let the oldness deceive you. She’s tough.”

“I’m surprised she’s still here.” Booth commented. “I mean, only the gun is hers, right?”

Rick shook his head. “Forensics came back on the body, saliva was found on the eye sockets. We tested it against a glass of water that we gave her, the saliva was hers.”

“Wait, she licked the eye socket?” Booth said disbelievingly.

“Cannibalism.” Brennan said. “It’s been around since the beginning of man. The first known account of cannibalism was seen by Christopher Columbus. His crew reported that the Carib West Indies tribe participated in ritualistically eating the flesh of other humans.”

“Thanks for the history lesson Bones.” Booth said. “But why would she eat an eyeball?”

“It could be ritualistic. Perhaps she felt this person was a sacrifice to god.”

“Okay, God does not approve of cannibalism.”

“God asked Abraham to sacrifice his son, technically, while not cannibalism, its still a ritual.”

“Okay, Bones, first of all Abraham didn’t sacrifice Isaac, it was just a test and second of all, let’s just go question her, okay?” Booth said exasperated.

“Fine.” She said. “I don’t know why you got mad. I was just pointing out…”

He shot her a glare as they made their way out of the observation room. Opening the door to the interrogation room, he ushered Bones inside.

“Mrs. Park?” Booth asked. “I’m Special Agent Booth and this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan.”

Imelda shrugged as if she couldn’t care less.

“Mrs. Park, did you shoot Ryan Payne?”

Imelda just smiled and said nothing.

Booth tried again. “Can you explain to me how your weapon got into the hands of a murderer then?”

“I don’t know.” Imelda said sweetly.

Booth stared at Imelda, trying to get something out of her. But the woman would offer no hint as to why she was involved. He decided to be blunt.

“Mrs. Park, did you cut out and eat Ryan Payne’s eyeballs?”

Imelda’s eyes widened. “How… I mean what are you talking about?”

“We found your saliva in the eye socket of the victim.” Brennan said.

Imelda’s gaze hardened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“There’s forensic evidence that ties you to the body, Mrs. Park.” Brennan said. “It can’t be ignored.”

In a flash, Imelda grabbed Brennan’s arm and tried to pin it to the table. “You….don’t know…what you’re…. talking about!” she said forcefully.

Booth leapt up and pulled her way from Brennan, noted the now-crazed look in the old woman’s eyes.

Brennan for her part, wasn’t concerned with what happened at all. She was too busy focusing on the tattoo that was revealed on Imelda’s arm when her sleeve got pushed up. Staring back at her was a dark and penetrating eye.

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oh willi......SUPERB....and ewwwwwwww old lady licking eye sockets and eating eyeballs.....now this is entertainment.....and still so amazed at how it reads like it SHOULD BE ON TELEVISION...loved this line.....“There’s no need for you to get embarrassed, Booth. Masturbation is a…”....ha ha ha.....poor booth......and when they bicker about religion....another priceless moment......kudos to ya willi........the poor woman.....her husband gone..kids are missing....but my fave part is the cannibalism......that just rocks....all the ewwwwww factors you have given us so far........i tell ya...hart hanson is going to come knocking at your door soon...should i send him this fic, and tell him to use it...because of the strike......i will ya know.......and ehbees so cool artwork........sweeeeeeeeeeet looking.......again woman outdid yourself.......loved it.....and thanks for the shout out......everytime i read another post, its like i am watching them on television....now not everyone can do that......that takes freakin talent........and you...have it........your #1 fan.....a2b

I love it. This is a great story. You have done a wonderful job of keeping everyone in character too. I can just see Bones explaining the cannabalism. Great job!

oh, will.... as already written at ff.net too... i like it, but that old lady makes me shudder

>>“Thanks for the history lesson Bones.” Booth said. “But why would she eat an eyeball?”<< I loved that! and the whole bickering about Abraham was great too. Stellar job, willi!

brilliant will as always....
but the old lady creeped me out
and I almost shit when she grabbed Bren's arm...she's lucky Booth didn't shoot her...ha
great job sweetie....you are doing an incredible job on this...congrats

fab

that tatoo was crazy....so was the old lady!

A/N: Welcome to the next chapter! Woo, I’m getting faster. A note about this one, if you’re squeamish, you might not want to read it. Thank you to everyone for their reviews, I really appreciate it. Thanks to Ana for the beta! Thanks to Ehbee for the help with the goat eye stuff!

Booth found her in Angela’s office, the two of them talking quietly.

“Like this?” Angela said, holding up a picture of an eye.

“Yes, but more like a portrait.” Brennan replied.

“Ooh, very Kat Von D, you mean.”

“Who?”

“LA Ink? It’s this great show about a tattoo parlour. She used to be on this show called Miami Ink until this big blow out where…”

“Angela, focus.”

“Right.” She said, returning to her sketchpad.

“Knock, knock.” Booth said.

They both looked up.

“Hi Booth. I’m just getting Angela to sketch the tattoo for me. Then we are going to match it with various iconography websites.”

“We don’t need to. She confessed.” Booth stated. He recalled how after a half an hour of silence where he sent his partner back to the lab, Imelda asked for him and confessed to the crime.

“What?” Brennan asked.

“Yeah.” He sighed, sitting down on one of the chairs. “It doesn’t feel right to me either.”

“What about the eyeballs?”

“She said she wanted to see what they tasted like. She cut around the eyeball with a knife and then scooped them out with an ice cream scoop.”

“And there goes my love of ice cream.” Angela commented.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“This whole case doesn’t make sense Bones. I have a feeling they’re connected, but how?”

“Maybe the tattoo will tell us something.” Brennan replied. “She could be covering up for someone.”

“Yeah, or she could be a crazy cannibal eye lady.” Booth muttered. “Have we got anything else?”

Brennan shook her head. “Cam’s looking over Tawny again and I’m going to try to look at Howard Walkerton.”

“We put a missing persons report out on the kids, so that might come up with something.” Booth said. “In the meantime, what do we do?”

“We look at the evidence again.” Brennan said firmly. “The answer has to be there. It’s always there.”

They looked at each other grimly. So far, the evidence wasn’t giving them much.


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He worked methodically with the bone saw, splatters of blood hitting his face. He reached out his tongue and licked his lips. This was followed by a familiar tightening in his groin.

God, he loved his work.

He continued to cut the legs and arms off the body, before cutting the torso in half.

‘One down, three to go.’ He thought to himself.

Sometimes he preferred to have others do his work, but he really loved to do it himself. There was nothing like the rush of killing someone. He resisted the urge to masturbate, knowing he still had so much work to do.

Once he was done, he moved over to the woman. He loved to leave the children till last. They gave him a special thrill.

“And they will suffer in their own waste because they are not good enough to inhabit the earth.” He muttered, the bone saw slicing through the arm of a brown haired woman.

A soccer mom.

He remembered how easy it was to get them.

Men,women and children were brought cowering before him. He would smile, a deliciously evil smile, as he thought of different ways he would dispose of them.

He liked variety. He could never understand why serial killers murdered their victims in the exact same way all the time. Didn’t the Boston Strangler wish for a chance to blow someone away?

Plus, they always picked the same type of people. Jack the Ripper? You would have thought he would have gotten bored of prostitutes.

He continued to cut up the woman and felt the blood drench through his shoes. He loved the feel of blood swimming through his toes.

Finally he moved on to the children. A little boy and a little girl. He was indiscriminate, he loved them both. As he lowered the bone saw, the door burst open.

“What??!!” he shouted, turning off the bone saw and preparing to launch his wrath on whoever had disturbed him.

“They’ve got Imelda.” The man said.

“They?”

“The FBI.”

“Who in the FBI?” he said impatiently.

“His name’s Special Agent Seeley Booth.”

“Well….” He said, looking down at the dismembered bodies. “Maybe I should send him a present.”

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Booth wearily trudged up the stairs to the lab platform. It was late, past nine, and he came to see what the team had. He had spent several hours going through the paperwork only to find nothing to link the cases together. Then he spent another hour in front of Cullen trying to explain why they hadn’t solved either case yet.

He looked around and couldn’t find anyone, so he immediately headed to Bone’s’ office. When he got there, he saw his partner in a position that was unusual for her. She was sound asleep, her head resting on her desk. A frown creased her forehead and he knew she must be dreaming of something unpleasant.

“Bones.” He said softly, shaking her shoulder. “Bones.” He said a little louder.

“What.” She said, her head shooting up.

“You should go home.”

“No, I still have stuff to do.” She replied, looking at her computer.

“How about this?” Booth suggested. “Let’s go to Wong Foo’s and you can fill me in on what you’ve found. Starting with that weird website you’re looking at.”

“The eye in the tattoo? It’s a goat eye.” She said. “Satan is often depicted with goat eyes and goat horns.”

“Nice.” Booth muttered. “Come on, let’s go.”

She put on her jacket and let him lead her out to his car. Maybe Wong Foo’s would help them both clear their heads.

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It was large, but half hidden between a garbage can and a tree. It wasn’t visible in the dark, but come morning someone would find it. And delicately placed on top was a homemade, gold-trimmed gift tag that read ‘Special Agent Seeley Booth.’

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“She said she wanted to see what they tasted like. She cut around the eyeball with a knife and then scooped them out with an ice cream scoop.”....ooohhhh willi......this was the greatest of beginnings.....and then the guy cutting up his victims....the blood running thru his toes.......blood spattering and licking his lips....how wonderful......so vivid....so bloody....so freakin awesome.......now since the show is on at 8pm, i am thinking they probably will have to change this chap up just a bit....but other than that......all bones......alll good......descrïptions great....character interaction.....superb.......will that was the best chap yet.......does that make me a bit macabre......yeah...probably...but i dont care.....love this stuff and with you writing it.........even better............again...another rockin post woman.......

ya know willi.....as we were just discussing......people say they are freaked out by the blood and guts.....i think its the doings of the killer they are freaked out about......"how can a human being do this?".....but that is what totally intrigues me....i so want to get inside their mind and see why they are thinking that way....and blah blah blah.......cant wait for the next chap.....and your links you always post to your reasearch......always read them too....so fucking cool......anywhoo......there ya go review whore....kinda left you two reviews......whooo hooooo..........thats because i did read 'moments' today, and it was fluffy enough to warrant another review

Another great chapter Will. Love the dialogue, the visuals are very well written (although ewwww factor, which is another testament to how well you can bring a reader into a scene), love the plot development and am really eager to see where you're taking us. This is one hell of a ride and my hands are still in the air waiting for the next drop.

oh my..... very disgusting case, but really, really well-written!!!!!

Hey Willi,

It's me. I just read Bizzle's review, and I do agree with her. The descrïption is absolutely fascinating and so graphic. I don't know why this is turning my stomach so much? Maybe it's because it's you and something this disturbed coming from you is kind of creeping me out, or maybe it's the fact that I read it at like 6:30 in the morning and Miss B had me up half the night? You are doing fantastic and don't worry, I'll continue to read it, no matter what!!

Love ya sweetie!
Bella

ew.....I'm not put out b/c of the graphic stuff...it's just...ew...

well done will....exceptional as always...
and keep that freak killer away from my man
ha
loved it...very creepy...

fab

Uah the end was spooky...
You are doing a very fine job. And very REAL. Love it!!

wow this is wonderful, i can actually picture it!! great job willi! this must take alot of work! but youre doing a amazing job!! cant wait for more!

A/N: So here’s the next chapter. Surprisingly not that gory. Now that the body counts hit, what, seven? I’ll be focusing more on them solving the case. (not that there won’t be gross parts.) Can I also point out that scary old guy on last week’s episode was way scarier to me then my eyeball-eating lady!

George yawned and took up residence at his usual post, the security desk on the first floor of the Hoover building.

It was 6 a.m. so the FBI personnel were just starting to trickle in. George liked his job working for the FBI. No one or nothing got by him. With the help of the massive metal detectors of course.

He had seen some pretty weird things in the last twenty-four years, working at the FBI. Bombs, crazy people, even a shoot out in the lobby once. His wife May thought he was crazy for continuing to work there, but he loved his job.

‘Protecting the protectors.’ He mused to himself.

He peered at the security monitors. Everything seemed to be okay. They didn’t show the whole building, no, there was a whole security room for that.

But George kept an eye on the whole front lobby and about ten feet in front of the building. His eyes flicked to the cameras again and he noticed something on camera eight. Something, possibly a box, tucked away behind a garbage can.

“Morning, George.”

He turned to see his compatriot.

“Hey Mike.” He said distractedly. “Stay here will ya?”

He moved away from the desk and ventured outside. The cement was slightly slippery from last night’s unexpected rain. Moving cautiously around the garbage can, he got a clear view of the packages.

There were two brown cardboard boxes. One of them appeared fairly untouched by the rain as it was sheltered by the tree.

The other though had been pelted by rain and the cardboard had turned to mush, revealing the box’s contents.

And that’s when George saw something that would make him quit that very day and never darken the doors of the Hoover building ever again.

The head of a seven year old boy.


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Booth stretched his arms over his head, yawning widely. He smacked down the alarm clock, which immediately went silent. Pulling back the covers, he sat up, putting his feet on the floor. He winced at the cold underneath him.

‘I need to get a rug.’ He thought to himself as he padded into the bathroom.

He looked at his scruffy self in the mirror and sobered, as thoughts of the case flew back to him. Sighing, he pulled off his boxers and stepped in the shower, turning on the water so it was just the right temperature.

He stood under the spray and shut his eyes. Plain and simple, this case sucked.

There were no leads, barely any evidence. Just an eyeball eating woman who many not have anything to do with the case in the first place. He sighed and his thoughts turned to his partner.

‘She’s probably already at the lab.’ He mused.

They had spent last night together at Wong Foo’s, first piecing together the case and then talking of other things. It was good for them. For about two hours he had gotten his mind of the case and he was sure she had too.

He knew she was annoyed that they hadn’t even come close to solving the case. Hell, he was annoyed. And yet, there wasn’t much more that they could do.

He was going to have to take the squints out for dinner after this case. They were working practically around the clock to try to come up with something.

As he rinsed out the shampoo, he thought about Parker. He had gotten Rebecca to let him have Parker this weekend, and he was determined to spend time with him, case or not.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself off and started to get dressed when his phone rang.

‘Booth.’ He answered.

“Agent Booth, it’s Cullen. You need to come to the Hoover building immediately.”

“What’s going on sir?” he asked, as he reached into his drawer and pulled out a pair of striped blue and purple socks.

“It’s better that I explain it when you are here.”

“Right.” Booth replied, shutting off his phone. He rushed through his morning routine and was out the door and in his car in five minutes. Driving down the road, he wondered what could be so important.

‘Maybe something to do with the case.’ He thought.

He pulled into his parking spot and headed into the building. It was then that he noticed all of the people milling around the front. There were agents and forensics people and…

“Cam!” he said, making his way over to her. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for this.” She said grimly, pointing in the other direction.

And that’s when Booth saw something that would be burned into his memory for the months to come and make him pursue this case doggedly, almost obsessively.

The head of a seven year old boy.

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References: Wait for it......None! All my imagination today. So I apologize to the FBI if that's not what your lobby looks like or what your security guards do!