Summoned

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Wow I can’t believe I wrote 20 chapters so far….with more to go! But I won’t bore you so here’s the next chapter. It’s a filler before the next kill and hopefully I’ll plan this one better as I write it so there will be more time for Slaiden to have some more ‘fun’. ;)

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Note: Story is in Harley’s POV unless stated otherwise in chapters.
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Chapter 20

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Detective Gavin De Niro and CSI Trisha Melrose were just leaving the coroner’s office after two hours of logging wounds, bruises and any other details on the bodies. Dr. Ritts was just finally getting to the actual autopsies now at almost 3 am. While he is a night owl and didn’t mind working this late, Gavin was on his second cup of coffee just to keep up. This case had become top priority for Trisha and her team so Gavin was working right there with her. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be getting to bed until 5 am, his usual wake up time to go jogging…..which at this rate wasn’t happening.

Gavin takes another long sip of his coffee cup as him and Trish turn the corner to her office. She enters as he holds the door open for her, five thick files in her hand just about the latest victims alone. She takes a seat at her desk while Gavin takes the seat across from her. She sets the files down in front of her and breathes a long exhausting sigh. She rubs her temples to work out a headache which Gavin takes the hint and fishes around her purse near her for some Tylenol…..Extra Strength. Finding a tiny travel bottle he opens it and hands her two. She gives him a small smile in thanks and pops them in her mouth, not even bothering with water.

“Alright,” she says, giving another sigh, “Let’s go over what we have so far. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can go home.”

Gavin just gives a nod, telling her to start.

“Ok. Well, we were on the right track by assuming that this is the same killer. Same types of cuts, same bone crushing bruises and same lack of DNA or prints.”

“Hnnn…..I doubt the doc will have anything new to tell us besides how each died. None of the marks he rinsed off had anything to show for either besides a closer examination of what we already knew.” Gavin comments.

“The rain really did us in, and this guy doesn’t even get sloppy either.” Trisha says by putting her hang under her chin, her face has a look of annoyance.

“Well it’s not a total loss.” Gavin says. Trisha arches an eyebrow at him, not quite following. He decides to elaborate, “The largest guy, Manning. I did some background on him and he’s been wanted for quite a few years. He was smart enough to evade the police for years, stealing money from major companies and firms. He may have even killed a man or two. Not only was he smart, but he was strong too. A guy like that was able to get what he wanted. Probably making a few enemies on the way.”

“So you think he may have been the target of interest?” Trisha asks.

Gavin nods slightly. “Exactly, which would tie into my theory of one initial target. The rest of those vics had done petty crimes or none at all. Most likely followers. I think they were just damage control to our killer.”

“Meaning we just got our motive.” Trisha says with a smirk, finally getting into a better mood.

*Knock* *Knock*

Gavin and Trish both look up to see CSI Louis in the door way, with his lap top at his side. “Am I interrupting anything?” he asks stepping in.

“Nope just going over the case. In fact, you were just the guy I wanted to see. Have a seat Louie.” Trisha says with a smile, motioning to the chair beside Gavin.

“Really?” Louis asks, a little confused. He shrugs his shoulders and shuts the door behind him then takes a seat. “So what’s up?”

Trisha shoots Gavin a look before answering. “We wanted to get your opinion on this case and any theories you may have.”

“Oh ok…well I don’t have much. All my ideas keep getting butchered because the evidence doesn’t support it. It’s like logic almost doesn’t exist here.” Louis says with a nervous laugh from being put on the spot.

“Go on, I’m curious.” Trisha says, urging him to continue.

“Well…” He glances at Gavin then Trisha, “The murderer seems to kill with either his bare hands or with an unidentified object. While this shouldn’t be an issue, the evidence is either not there or lacking. This guy leaves no prints or DNA, either he purposely cleans up or he’s just careful. And you’ve seen the bruises on the victims. Their bones were shattered on impact like this guy isn’t…….isn’t human.” Louis looks at Gavin and Trisha’s unexpressive faces. “Umm…please don’t laugh, I know it may sound a little ridiculous but that’s what I mean by no logic.”

Louis looks done at his hands, unsure of what to do. He looks up suddenly when his supervisor speaks. “Actually Louis, it’s not all that ridiculous.”

“Huh? Really? What do you mean?” he asks, really confused at this point.

At this point, Gavin speaks up. “Let’s tell you what we have so far, this being of course that this conversation stays between us three.”

Louis eagerly nods, leaning forward to hear what the two have to say. Gavin decides to go first and they begin filling the young man in about their theories, oddities and all. During their discussion Louis’s facial expressions change from confusion, to understanding, to surprised, then back to confusion. Once everything has been put out on the table, Gavin and Trisha wait for his opinion. Louis sits back in his chair and thinks for a moment. He then opens his mouth to talk. “Interesting, never thought you two would go off the norm like that but it does make a lot of sense. Hell, it’s kind of cool actually!”

“So who or what do you think is behind these murders?” Gavin asks as he too sits back in his chair.

“Give me a sec.” Louis replies as he pulls his computer to his lap and flips it open. He starts typing a few sentences into the Google search engine.

“Google?” Gavin questions with a slight smirk as he leans over to view the screen.

“Hey, don’t hate. Google has helped in quite a few cases.” Louis says defensively.

“Settle down boys.” Trisha comments half joking, half mediating.

After a few seconds Louis has something. “Ok here’s what I think is behind this…besides maybe the genetically mutated man.” He says as he turns the computer around for them to see.

“A demon? Seriously?” Gavin says, slightly intrigued but not completely sold.

“And Werewolves and Freddy Krueger aren’t crazy as well? Besides none of the vics were asleep so scratch out Freddy…..no offense ma’am.” Louis says sarcastically, then shoots an apologetic look at his supervisor.

Trisha just shrugs with a small smile. “Yeah I kept forgetting that part but let’s hear why you think it’s a demon.”

Louis’s face lights up, excited to share his opinion. “Ok! Demons, if real, have humanoid feature but with wings, claws and fangs. They have immense strength and speed. Most believe they live in another world, parallel to our own with a thin link that can only be used through certain methods. There isn’t much known about them, aside being a myth, but this article does say a few interesting things. Basically a demon must be summoned by someone in our world to come here.”

“Summoned? What do you mean?” Trisha asks.

“That’s all it says on that, no explanation on how it’s done or if it’s ever been done.” He says while reading. He doesn’t see Gavin slightly role his eyes before commenting.

“Well that’s why it’s still a myth, no proof.” He states.

“Oh…..yeah…good point.” Louis says, scratching his head in embarrassment. He coughs slightly then continues. “Uh…anyway it also says the only reason to summon a demon is to make a deal, such as wanting it to do your dirty work…but for a price.”

“Sounds evil, if the demon wants a price, it sounds like the guy is asking for trouble. But how does it tie in to our theories?” Trisha asks, curious to see where this is going.

“Well the claws, like the werewolf would be the cause of the odd knife wounds and the super strength, also like the werewolf ties into the broken and bruised bodies. While they are similar, you’d wonder if the wolf would shed while killing…”Louis replies, trailing off in thought.

“Focus here, Louis. What about the target theory?” Gavin asks, snapping the young man out of his thoughts.

“Well if there is a demon, the only reason he’d be killing anyone is if the person that summoned him wants him to. The article gives examples of reasons like maybe for revenge, world domination, too weak to live out their own sick desires, or even personal gain.” He says, scrolling down on the screen.

“Not bad, that could work after all. Although I’m still partial to my werewolf idea.” Gavin says.

“Yeah but mine can fly.” Louis retorts with a smirk.

“Watch it.” Gavin warns with a sharp gaze. Louis looks away, muttering something about him being intimidating. Gavin just smirks at the guy’s behavior but instantly drops it when he sees Trisha give him a warning look of his own. “I was just saying. Besides I think it’s not a bad theory although all of these seem a bit farfetched and almost impossible to prove.”

“Be that as it may we should just focus on the most possible, the genetically enhanced man and worry about all mythical creatures later but maybe to do some research there as well. Are there any more articles on demons, Louis?” Trisha says.

"Not as detailed as this one, which iss fairly old, like more then half a century. The auther is uknown as well."

"Alright, try to find out more and you do the same detective. I'll see if i can find anything of human experiments." Trisha says to them.

“Sounds good to me. If you’ll excuse me, I have a few other matters that require my attention before i head home.” Gavin says rising from his chair.

“Thanks for all your help detective.” Trisha says with a smile.

“No problem.” He passes behind the still seated Louis and puts a hand on his shoulder. Looking down at him, he speaks. “Good ideas Louis, and don’t be nervous around me, we are on the same team here.”

“Thanks and I’ll remember that.” Louis says with a small smile.

Walking to the door, Gavin turns back to the two seated CSI’s. “Let’s do drinks tonight, Louis. Maybe if you hang out with me and some of the guys, you may pick up some pointers on chicks since I hear you're lacking in that department.” He says with another smirk.

“Definitely! I’m in!” Louis replies excitedly, not at all caring that his life was an open book. Trisha just shakes her head. “Men, I’ll never understand them.” She thinks as she looks at the two. With that, Detective Gavin leaves giving a half wave behind him.

Louis turns back to his supervisor with a wide grin. “He’s not so intimidating once you get to know him…..you think he’d show me some cool fighting moves?”

Trisha just sighs again and digs for her Tylenol…..Extra Strength.

-------------------- ( Harley’s POV ) --------------------

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

6 o’clock on the dot.

I woke up needing to blow off some steam, not at all feeling well rested. I throw the covers off of me and push myself up. I hop out of bed and start changing. I discard my shorts and t-shirt and pull on a sports bra, a fresh pair of athletic shorts and a black dojo t-shirt…..coincidently the same shirt I had on when I first fought Slaiden.

I grab my gym bag full of gear from the corner wall and pocket my IPod into it as well. I walk out, shutting my bedroom door behind me. I head down the stairs to the kitchen, noting that my parents aren’t even up yet. My dad won’t even get up until 7 since the first class doesn’t start until 8 which he won’t go to until 7:50. I write a quick note saying that I’ll be at the dojo working out early. Once it’s done I post it by the phone knowing my parents will see it once they get up for their morning coffee. I swipe my keys, cell and purse off the table and head out the door, holding my bag over my head because it is still raining although not as hard.

I make it to the dojo within 10 minutes, not all caring that I was doing 5 to 10 over the whole way. The roads were pretty clear at this time of day on a Saturday so it’s not like I had to be too concerned with other drivers. I park in back and enter through the back door. I hit the light switches on and watch the room light up. I don’t even bother to unlock the front doors since no one will show up anyway. I toss my bag into the locker room, not caring where it lands and walk into the bathroom. I pull my hair back while watching myself in the mirror. I note slight circles under my due to being kept up from the storm…..among other things. I sigh and walk into the locker room. I pull out my athletic tape and tape up my hands and wrists. Then my feet. I then put on my sparring gloves and feet guards. I grab my IPod out of my bag and walk into the room. I go to the corner where we keep all the pads and fake weapons for self defenses. I reach the shelf with the Boom Box and connect my IPod to the adapter. Once it’s hooked up and the stereo is on, I scroll down my playlists to reach my work out one. I click it and walk over to a black heavy bag.

A small smile appears on my face as the beat starts up. The lyrics of Christina Aguilera’s “Fighter” fill the room. It’s the perfect song for my mood. Girl power adrenaline flows through my veins as I start throwing a fury of punches and kicks at the heavy bag. The creaking of the chain connected to the bag adds to the music’s energy. I pound away, not caring about technique write now. Just raw power. I imagine a certain demon's face on the bag as my fist connects repeatedly.

I lose myself in the music, each new beat giving me another burst of energy. Once my arms are too sore to the point where I think they’ll fall off, I slow it down, switching to focus on my kicking techniques. “One…Two…Three…Four…” I count to myself as each kick hits the swinging bag. Another song begins so I switch legs, now using my right leg which I tend to favor more since I’m right handed. After three minutes the song is ending. I glance up at the clock to see it read 7:15 am. I decide that this was enough for one day, I go to the stereo and shut it off. I take off my gloves and grab my IPod. I wipe my forehead and go the locker room. Once there I start to strip and run the single shower. Once hot enough, I step in and enjoy the feel of the water running through my hair and down my back. After a few minutes I quickly wash up and step out. I dry up with my spare towel in my bag and turn to my bag when I notice the full length mirror on the wall.

Taking a moment since I’m alone, I study my naked body in the mirror. I see a short yet petite young woman staring back at me. I look at my double D breasts. While some would appear too large of a girl my size, being average weight and a bit curvier keeps them from appearing to take over my body. I can thank my dad’s side for them because all of my three aunts have bigger busts but pulling it off since they keep their bodies healthy and fit while my mom barely has a B cup. (I actually can relate to this *wink*) I can also thank him for my bubble butt as I turn slightly to view my backside. It’s not too large, just has more of a curve which looks great in Daisy Duke cut offs in the summer. My eyes then fall to my stomach. I study my abs that I have worked hard for. While not body builder gross, they are still defined acceptably for a girl my age. I need to keep my stomach in check the most because if I didn’t work out as much as I did, I could easily pack on the pounds since my metabolism is nowhere near as fast as my growing teenage brother Jason’s. Next I study my arms and legs. Both have some definition, though my upper thighs are naturally on the thicker side since I have good hips. I have a bit of an hourglass shape all in all, even if I’m not that tall.

“What can he see in me? Sure I look pretty good for a girl my age but I’m nowhere near perfect. I could maybe loose a few more inches if I wanted to be skinner. I’m pretty I guess, I mean I have had guys interested but I wasn’t comparable to a girl like Jeanette was or Courtney. Would Slaiden be attracted to me like he is if my personality was on a more plain Jane girl or is the whole package what he’s after? Why me?” I think as I look at myself. I’m trying to figure out this whole thing. After last night my mind is a mess, hence the much needed work out.

I then glance down to my most intimate area. An area that had been untouched until last night. I look as the mass of brown curls which I keep trimmed to a decent length so nothing is poking out when I wear a bathing suit or underwear when I change in front of the other female students. I slowly place my right hand over them to feel the course hairs and sensitive skin. I quickly pull my fingers away once I get closer to my sex. I can still feel his touch which makes me shudder but from disgust or pleasure, I couldn’t tell you. I quickly shake my head to wipe these confusing thoughts away. Without another glance I turn back to my bag and put on a spare tank top but use the same shorts since I forgot to keep a spare handy in my bag.

I then check my phone to check the time, noting that I have around 20 minutes before my dad will get here. I pack up and exit the locker room. I take a look around the room to make sure nothing is out of place, besides the still swinging heavy bag. I give a small yawn, probably from lack of sleep, and go back to the way I came. I lock the back door once I’m out and get into my car. I take a moment to think again before I even put the key into ignition.

“Next time, he’ll try to go further.” I think, admitting the undeniable truth. “Do I fight him again or try to talk my way out? Neither got him off my back so far…..or should I say front? He will eventually get what he wants unless I put a stop to his summoner. Slaiden doesn’t appear to be the kind of guy to be bossed around so I don’t think his summoner has much power over him. I wonder if the guy even knows what Slaiden is doing to me? He must at least know who I am if we have some sort of a connection…” My thoughts trail off as I go over all that I know.

Personally I had known Jeanette and Steve. Manning seemed familiar but maybe it’s just his name since I don’t think I had ever met him before last night. The gang was totally unconnected to me and Mark Hanson was a stranger to me too. And then there was that other guy in my dream who looked familiar. I definitely knew him from somewhere but it must be buried in my past and wasn’t a memorable figure to me. I tried to think of what it all meant. “Four of the dead had been young, around my age. Is the guy someone close to my age as well? How did he know Jeanette and Steve? Did he go to my school?”

I rack my brain but can’t come up with someone who I would think would want these people dead. And if they went to my school, how did they know Steve or was it just coincidence that I knew him? I breathe out a sigh of frustration. Giving up for now as to not work myself up again, I start the car. I then drive home, to start my day.


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Alright all done! Looks like the police are starting to clue in on what is happening and Harley is questioning on what to do next time she encounters a certain sexy demon. Next chapter will set up the next kill, one that should lead to another hot scene. ;) Look for Chapter 21 in a few days!

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