slayers_desire | its a tourist trap

Entering the tunnel, April frowned. "There are three bodies. Who is the other male?"

"That's a good question. Which one is the one who was with the woman?"

"I think the one laying with the woman. The other male is farther away. Looks like he was walking away from this crime scene when he was killed."

He nods in agreement, examining the body that shouldn't belong there. "A witness, maybe? Or just someone who was unlucky enough to be nearby when Adam got bored?"

April moved back to the first body, kneeling down to touch it gently. Her eyes flicker for a moment.

"Didn't Elizabeth say her boyfriend killed the first couple? And that Adam saved her?"

A flash of realization. "You think this was him?"

April nods. "This one is angry. Not torn from his death like the others."

Clark's uncertain what to do. In his experience, angry spirits don't tend to lead to good things. But he defers to April's expertise. "What can we do for them?"

"He is so angry. I am not sure what to do with him."

"The others are not as angry. They are all here." Her eyes fade slightly, so there is less blue and an almost-grayish color of them.

"Can he hurt the others, as they are?"

"No. They outnumber him."

"The first ones killed recognize him as the killer. The others... are feeding off that recognition."

"What do they want?" He's watching her closely, making sure she isn't straining herself, or hurting herself in order to help the spirits.

April does appear to be almost exhausted, but she keeps concentrating.

"They want to find peace. They want to be let go of their pain."

"I wish I knew how we could do that." He touches her shoulder, concerned for her well-being.

She glances up at him. Her eyes still not quite focuses, and still that hazy-gray color. When she speaks this time, her voice is different.

"We can tell you."

To his credit, he doesn't react too strongly, though the surprise does show in his face. And he's still concerned for April, not wanting her to overtax herself doing this. "What can we do to help you?"

"Our families. They won't learn about our deaths for months. The police will keep it secret. They want to close the case. They will never close the case with one killer dead and the other banished."

"We need our families to find peace."

"You want us to tell them that you were murdered?"

"No! No! Nooooo!" They sob. April's skin pales slightly.

"We have messages. Just deliver the messages."

He can't help it. Spirits or not, he has to hug her, trying to ease both her and them. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It isn't something we wanted to tell them. Messages will be fine, we can do that for you."

"We don't want them to know how we died. So horrible. So horrible." April leans into his support. She is still there, despite channeling the spirits.

"Eight messages. You remember them all?"

"I remember everything," he promises. "We'll deliver all the messages for you."

"My mother..." Using April's psychic powers the spirits will project the faces of the people they are talking about. Where they could be found. "Tell her that I am sorry I yelled at her. I just wanted to explore the world before I joined the work force."

"My brother. Tell him to study hard to get into college. He can not depend on just his football scholarship."

"My son. Give him the hidden photo album of all our happy memories." And projected thoughts of where that photo album would be.

"My boss. Tell him about that coworker who is stealing money from the business."

"My soccer team. Encourage them to win the finals without me."

"My publisher. Give him the password to my computer so my last book can be put onto the shelves."

"My doctor. I want my body to help him give organs to others in need."

"My sister. I am sorry I stole her boyfriend. I just admired her so much. And I wish we could have had a last goodbye."

He listens, watches, commits the faces and messages to memory. "We'll tell them that." He doesn't think it will necessarily be in person, because explaining how they know these things will be hard, but he knows they will get these messages to those people somehow.

Satisfied that the promise would be kept, the spirits leave April, and she goes limp in his arms for a moment. Sirens are heard again. The police seem to be heading towards this crime scene.

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Ha, this is what I get for posting when sleep-deprived again.

lol

I can count, I swear

reaching three is hard :D

It is when you're running on four hours of sleep in the last forty-eight, yeah, lol

glad you made your location ok

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