To Protect What Matters Most

[wickedone]

Who: Albel and Sheena
When: Backdated to 06/20
What: Albel gets protective after the third set of murders.
Where: B-02
Warnings? None


There was, without a doubt now, a serial killer. At least one, if not multiple killers -- Albel wouldn't rule out anything at this point. Multiple victims, some Heroes, after multiple days -- that took planning. And effort.

And skill. Killing Heroes was no joke, especially people like Jack Harkness. These were people that would not have gone down easily. It made Albel's stomach churn. Who could be capable of doing these things? Albel didn't want to believe it, but... the most obvious, efficient answer would be "another Hero." It wasn't a pleasant thought, and most people didn't want to hear it. But it was the simplest answer. Albel didn't know who would turn traitor like this, but he was going to take them down. Right after he took care of Sheena.

Reaching B-02, he pounded loudly on the front door. With any luck, she would be home.

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[ninjainviolet]

The murders could be copycat murders, but the one similarity among all of them pointed to them being the work of a serial murderer. Possibly more than one, but definitely not the work of an assassin. The work was too sloppy.

Sighing, she shook her head to clear it of those thoughts that refused to stay down. Especially the one that pointed towards one of the Heroes doing this. She also couldn't help but wonder if this had anything to do with them having that weird illusion last month. But what the connection was, she couldn't figure out.

What she could do, however, was follow one of the edicts that she agreed with in the mass mailing: protect people. Waking Corrine, she had just begun dictating a letter offering her services when the pounding on her door came.

Immediately thinking another body belonging to someone very close to her had been found, she practically leaped from her chair and ran to the door. Swinging it open, she froze, her eyes widening at the sight of the person she had feared the news would be about standing on her front step.

And the expression on his face told her that there'd be no letter going out tonight. Breathing a sigh of relief that she was wrong, she looked at him curiously.

"Albel? What is it? What's wrong?"