A Self-Inflicted Murder [Sheila]

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila did as he instructed and walked towards a near by counter, untouched by the earlier events. She pressed herself against it, closing her eyes tight. From what she could hear, he was mopping and scrubbing everything down, leaving no trace of him, her or Alice. It seemed so wrong. The smell of blood was replaced by bleach and cleaning products. He had wiped all that was Alice away and thrown her in a freezer. Even the patients didn't deserve that, much less a working class woman with a family and a life.

"How can you be so cold? Are people and lives nothing to you? You wiped her away like a mess. The least you could do was respect her and not throw her in the freezer she hated throwing patients in!" She had had it with his complete lack of remorse or emotion during this situation. Even after knowing Alice's background and life, he still couldn't view her as human.

"At least let me see her, to say goodbye. And that i'm sorry, since you obviously have no respect for the dead." Sheila brushed past him, making her way to the door and towards the morgue. A cold chill went down her spine. She wasn't a religious woman, but something told her Alice was somewhere she couldn't comprehend.

If ghosts were real, Carrion's house would be full of them.

Sheila made her way to the morgue and opened the door to the freezer, pulling her out only to her stomach; she didn't want to see her battered face. That was too much.

"I'm so sorry Alice. I'll try my best to see Beth when I can, I know she'll be confused." She swallowed hard, unable to get the words out.

"I made the casserole you gave me last night. He hasn't tried it yet, I don't think." She couldn't bare to say his name to her. It was like she wanted Alice to think she was talking about the Carrion she had talked so proudly about. Though she had never seen him, Carrion wasn't fond of pictures.

Sheila walked back out into the hallway after saying all she could. She crossed her arms and chewed on the inside of her bottom lip.

"Carrion?"

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[Carrion Rogue]

Carrion had just about had enough; this woman was just being plain unreasonable now. He'd done this for going on five years, and that was just what he remembered. More than likely, he had killed hundreds, maybe even thousands without anyone ever knowing. He had to do what he had to do.

With a groan, he rubbed his thumb against his temple. His headache was getting worse, even with his sunglasses on. Fluorescent lighting was never a good thing for him. "I'm not cold, Sheila. I had to make it seem like someone other than myself did it. Like someone who doesn't give a damn. Such as a patient or one of the more cruel guards."

It had been a long time since he'd been this riled up about something. Even still, he showed no outward displays of his anger other than closing his eyes and taking a few bleach-scented breaths. "What was I supposed to do, leave her? I had to get rid of any evidence. And those morgue freezers may not be the best but they are meant for human bodies. I couldn't just carry her to a nicer set."

He watched her through narrowed eyes as she stomped past him and through the morgue door. Great. More work cleaning up her fingerprints and shoe prints. But still he followed her, watching as she spoke to the body of her dead friend.

Was that a human thing? Talking to the dead? Because Alice sure as hell couldn't hear Sheila. She was dead, what did Sheila expect? A response? He brushed his bangs out of his face and raised a brow at her; the woman made no sense to him 90% of the time.

She exited the room and made a whole stance that made him wary - crossed arms, chewing on the inside of her lip, and calling his name. His brow arched further and he made a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgement and just continued to stare at her.

Well, what else was he supposed to do? This woman was like a ticking time bomb when it came to matters like this.

And he didn't want to be caught in the blast.

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[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila huffed and continued to stare at him. Why did he have to make so much sense? Why did he have to be the unfortunately voice of reason? Sure cleaning up all trace of her was cruel, but she didn't know what she'd do if Carrion was the be caught.....or arrested.

Oh god, what if he was to get arrested?

That thought was enough to send a chill down her spine. Carrion locked up, torn away from her. Something sick and twisted told her she'd rather him clean and discard everyone than be caught. His actions made sense to her now, but she still wasn't completely settled with it.

It's all about survival. She had had to survive once too. Of course she hasn't shared detailed accounts with Carrion, just as he hadn't with her, and she was sure if he was to catch her in the act, he wouldn't be too happy about it.

Of course, he wouldn't over react. When did he ever do that?

"So what are you going to tell them? If they ask of course....I should have been clocked out half an hour ago." Sheila tapped her foot nervously, as she always did when she asked him a question. She never knew what he was going to say.

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[Carrion Rogue]

He could see a look of horror cross her features and he sighed, he knew what she was thinking - what if he got caught and arrested? He slowly untangled the band around his hair and shook the tresses loose, giving her a calm face. He'd learned that if he stayed calm, she too would eventually calm.

Not that he ever freaked out. At least not outwardly.

"I'm good at my job, Sheila. People die here every day. No one will even bat a lash." He made his way over to his jacket again and slipped it on, carefully buttoning it up and readjusting his so he was a picture of perfection. As though nothing could or would faze him.

"Which station do you usually clock out at? I'll alter the cameras to get rid of that tape and hack the system so that you'll have clocked out on time. They wont ask. They trust me inexplicatly. I have them in the palm of my hands - what I say always goes. Years of obidiance and being the voice of reason and truth goes a long way around here."

He closed the gap between them and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her softly. "Stop fretting. All is well. And all will stay well. I promise you this."

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[Sheila Louise Bradel]

The feeling of Carrion's lips on her own made her nerves settle again. He had such power over her, and she feared he knew that all too well. After he kissed her, he was the normal Carrion she loved so much. The gentle, kind and misunderstood man she had grown so fond of.

"So now what? Do I just go clock out? That seems like a lot of work for you..." She knew this was only protocol for him. Routine, just like killing. She wandered how many people she knew disappeared by his hand before they met. There was no telling how many people had been silenced by his hands alone.

All she knew is he was helping keep her alive.

A lump formed in her throat and she thought back to her sister and the Hell she considered a past. How much longer could she have survived living in a closet, haunted by her past and never hearing anything except for 'it's your fault before she finally snapped. The night in the basement was the wake up call. The pitch at the end of a nightmare.

Ironic, most women would consider this the nightmare. A distant man who didn't trust you, one that took life as his 'occupation'. This was where she found refuge.

"Can we go home now?" She asked him, still inches from him, her big blue eyes trying to focus on his. His jacket felt smooth against her exposed arms, happy to be near him like this.

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[Carrion Rogue]

The tenseness seemed to ease out of her shoulders after he kissed her and he'd be damned if it didn't tug his lips up into a soft smile. To know that she felt the same for him as he did for her was a wonderful feeling. Carrion simply watched her lips move as she spoke, letting a sense of serenity wash over him.

He had a plan without loopholes, without dangerous areas. It was foolproof and sound and they would remain perfectly safe.

"Actually, I want you to follow me into the networking rooms so I can shut down and obliterate all cameras and feeds of today, then I'll need your employee I.D. so I can have you clocked out half an hour ago. Then you'll be walking out the eastern door, alone, and you'll leave as though nothing happened. If someone stops you or sees you, text me and I'll take care of it."

Foolproof. All evidence of her wiped away. A clean slate. If someone were to stop her, well, he'd come to recently learn that he could tamper with a human mind. If that didn't work, death always did the trick.

But at this time of night, no one was ever over on the Eastern side of the building - which was why he had Sheila park on that side. Usually it was meant for when he could take a break as she was getting off work, he could meet her out there for a moment to say goodbye. But it was also meant for emergencies like this.

No one would see her slip away.

"Do you have all the things you need to leave? I don't want you to be seen in the halls. If you need something, I'll have to either get it or bring it home when I come home."

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[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila grimaced and folded her arms. She really didn't want to be home for a few hours by herself, but she was sure he'd make it up to her somehow when he got him.
He better... Sheila's mind was moving in all sorts of directions.

"I left my purse in my locker, could you get it?" Sheila bit her lip. She wasn't worried he'd forget it, but more or less worried what all he'd find in there.

What was in there anyway? Sheila thought hard for a moment. Her eyes darting to her feet, widening with horror.

The test. Sheila's brain screamed. She had taken a pregnancy test two days ago and was trying to find the best place to get rid of it. She knew that if it was in that trash at Carrion's, he's surely find it. Carrion with a baby? She didn't know how that would go over. Caring about her was enough stress on him. But a child? That could terrorize him.

What if he finds it? She couldn't do anything about it, and she wasn't sure how his curiosity would peek. Maybe he wouldn't look in the purse at all?

Something in her gut doubted that.

"I..Uh....I'll see you at home then..."

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[Carrion Rogue]

Carrion was once again confused by the woman in front of him. He had only asked a simple question and she had responded in turn then something about her stance had changed. Now she was looking at her feet and stuttering over her words.

Was she nervous about this procedure?

Something told him that wasn't right. He frowned down at her but brushed it off - he had too much to worry about. He'd ask her when he saw her at home.

"Alright. I'll have to get it on my way out. I'm sure people would be a bit suspicious if someone like me were to carry a purse around." He smirked at his own little joke and moved to open the hall door, gesturing for her to go through first.

"We've got work to do, now. Lets get this over quickly so I can get my other tasks done before my shift ends." He surprisingly had a lot to do - a lot of new patients had been enrolled and he needed to sift through their secret files, not to mention he had some things to discuss with Lore before the night was over.

A busy day was odd for him.

"The sooner I'm done, the sooner I'll be home with you."

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