The Above site is the first story in this AU, and written last year for the January's Challenge. I'd recommend reading it to see how the guy's met up.
by Leslie
Authors Notes: I had originally planned on finishing this story at the end of last year, for the Anniversary Challenge, but I'd just lost my Father in November and couldn't finish the story as planned. I'd like to take this time to dedicate this story in memory of my Father.
Part One:
He was looking down at her when her eyes fluttered open. Their gazes met as he continued to caress her delicate nub, making gentle circles while rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb. He was still watching her when her eyes grew large with surprise and, as she emitted a long, low sigh in which he flattered himself that he heard, “Oh, Jack,” he brought her to a climax. He then took a surgeons knife and plunge it into her chest making her swallow her own scream. Then he stretched out alongside her and pulled her close to him as he felt her last breath on his face.
When he felt the plunge of the knife, he grasps his chest and screamed. “Nooo…” gasping for air he continued to clutch his chest, which felt on fire.
Outside Ezra’s room, hard foot steps sounded as three men rushed inside, turning lights on, as the southerner lay shaking from the vivid dream.
Josiah approach the young man, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, he tried calming the distraught man. “Easy, son, it was just a dream, you’re safe now.”
‘Safe,’ Ezra thought. How on earth can anyone ever feel safe with a mad man on the loose? “It was just a dream, it was just a dream…” Is the mantra the southerner repeated, while trying to believe those words?
Chris and Buck also entered, both stood by letting the big man calm the southerner. His face pale, and his once vivid green eyes seem wild with fear. The two men looked at one another; what ever frighten the man must have been horrendous.
“I’m all right Mr. Sanchez,” the resident psychic assured, and not just for the sake of his colleagues but for himself too.
“That must have been one hell of a dream, pard.” Buck commented, “Now me, my dreams are the kind songs are created.” He said, bringing chuckles from the others and a smile from the southerner.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Josiah asked.
Ezra laid his head against the headboard of the bed. “I saw a young woman killed. I have never seen her before, but it felt as if I was feeling and seeing through her eyes.” He shook his head trying to forget or at least make himself understood what he saw in the dream.
“Could you see the killer?” Chris asked.
“I could not, every time I tried his countenance seem to either blur or move away.” Ezra rubbed his face from the feeling of watching the murder and unable to do a blasted thing to stop it. “I can’t tell you anymore, except I felt the knife plunge into me. I can’t explain it.” He started rubbing his chest unconsciously, still feeling the burn.
Josiah stopped his hands then started undoing the southerner’s nightshirt.
“Mr. Sanchez what are you doing?” Before any more could be said, the big man revealed a large bruise on the younger man’s chest. A testament of his dream; Ezra looked at the purple bruise, ‘wasn’t it a dream?’ He question. He touched it and winced at the pain of the injury.
“Can you tell us any more of the dream?” Josiah questioned.
Shaking his head no, “just what I have all ready told you.” He answered.
Josiah sighed, “Okay, why don’t you get some sleep we’ll have Nathan look at it and discuss what this means.”
Still touching the injury the southerner nods.
The psychiatrist taps him on his shoulder getting his attention, “I am sorry Mr. Sanchez, and I’ll see you in the morning.” Josiah nods and walks out the door, the others just ahead of him as he looks back.
“You wish the lights off?” He asked; which Ezra nods and the room is blanket in darkness.
* * * * * * *
The following morning all seven men and one ghost sit discussing last nights events, Arthur, the spirit merely observing since Ezra is the only one that can see or hear him.
“I’ll ask Doc, see if anything’s come up.” JD replies.
“That’s great kid, but what exactly are you going to be looking for?” Wilmington inquires.
But before the youth could answer, his beeper goes off. “It’s Doc, maybe he all ready has something.” He hoped.
They all stand and head to the communications room, where Doctor Larabee’s mind was some how stored into the computer system of an artificial life form program that the resident genius JD Dunne was working on. That life form ended up being Doc, caused by a freak electrical explosion.
JD is the first to arrive, “all right Doc, what’s the urgency?”
“I just picked up a radio scan, a woman’s body was found at the Evergreen Motel off I70. From what’s being said, it maybe related to the two previous murders.”
Ezra, just stares at the computer, he has never had a precognitive experience before. His gift has always been speaking as well as seeing the dead. He felt as if any moment he would pass out.
“Ez, you doing okay?” The tracker asked, noticing the pale completion.
Shifting he looks at the young man, “yes,” at least he is hoping, once this is all over with.
“Dad, they say who found the body?” The younger Larabee asked.
“Yes, looks like it was the maid,” Doc answered.
“It’s not even 10am, since when does the maid start cleaning that early?” Chris wanted to know.
“Good point. Perhaps you could go speak to Detective Poplar, find out what information is being said, if they’re labeling the case as the two previous, and maybe find out a connection?” He sighed, “I don’t know son, and I wasn’t getting anywhere and then this happens, trap in a damn box.” It had been frustrating getting use to seeing through a machine.
“Dad… come on chin up, that’s what you use to tell me growing up remember?”
“Son, if you haven’t notice I don’t have a chin,” is the bitter remark.
Chris chuckles, making everyone frown. “Then let’s make it; chips up, bytes up or maybe rams up. The point is we still need you, okay Dad?” Chris trying to help his father come to terms with what happen, hoping to cheer him up.
Doctor Larabee sighed or at lest what passes as a sigh for a computer. “Sorry,” he paused, “you also might want to talk with Mary Travis, she’s a reporter with The Denver Times and daughter-in-law to Judge Travis.”
“A woman, she pretty Doc?” Buck’s radar was now up.
“Buck, she’s too smart for you;” Doc comments, which only makes the gregarious man even more curious.
“Now Doc ain’t anyone above falling for my charm.”
“Okay Bucklin, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Now Buck took that last comment as a challenge. Ezra seeing the look starts calculating what odds to take on the mid westerners out come.
“Okay then, Ezra, Nathan and Vin your with me, we’re going to the police see if we can’t get more information. Josiah you and Buck see if you can get any information from Travis at the Times.” Thinking a moment, “oh and Josiah you better use your sliver tongue, because if Dad’s right, ole Bucklin’s only gonna get you thrown out of there.”
The others laugh, as did Doc Larabee. Buck however did not appreciate that last vote of confidence.
“Hey, now that’s not nice pard, not nice at all.” JD smirks, which earn him a slap to the head, making him laugh all the more, discretely moving further away.
Soon after they all file out leaving JD behind to follow up any clues connecting the previous two deaths to this latest one.
Part Two:
After arriving at the police station the four men wait patiently for Detective Poplar to make an appearance. Chris paces from one end to the other like a caged animal. He isn’t as patient as Buck and the others -- who hadn’t known him very long and are beginning to realize that.
“Mr. Larabee, you seem to be wearing the floor thin. I am sure Detective Poplar will be here shortly,” Ezra assured.
“Yeah, he better.”
Vin chuckles as he smiles.
“You got something to say Tanner?”
“Think Ez is right, looks like the floor does look thinner on this side.” Pointing to the area Chris had been pacing on.
Ezra smirks, Nathan covers his mouth so as not to laugh and Chris just stares at the smiling tracker, making the man smile him self.
“Point taken,” he stops his pacing and leans on the wall waiting for the detective. A few minutes later a man around Ezra’s height, dark hair and dark round eyes, approaches them, and looks to be about in his late thirties or early forties, “I’m Detective Cyrus Poplar, I understand you have information about our latest victim?”
Detective Cyrus Poplar spoke as he shakes hands with Chris, looking at the other men he immediately recognizes Nathan. “Dr. Jackson, what brings you here?” He shakes his hand as well.
“Detective, its good to see you; actually we’re here per Doctor Larabee, this is his son Chris.” Pointing to the man he just shook hands with. “And these two gentlemen are Vin Tanner and Ezra Standish. We’re following up on the investigation for Doc.” Pausing a moment, “he was in an accident and is laid up at the moment.” The explanation he hopes would appease the detective enough to continue to give them information.
“I’m sorry to hear that, is the doctor going to be all right?” He asks.
“Yeah, my father is doing find.” Chris answers, “Now, if you can tell us anything useful, we’ll be out of your hair?” Chris didn’t understand the phrase ‘subtlety’.
“What my esteem colleague, wishes to know, is are you classifying this new victim as the previous?” Ezra asked trying to calm things. The detective looked at Larabee not sure he wanted a man like him helping with the investigation.
“It’s too early to tell, I was on my way to the morgue, see what the coroners office has to say.” He knew Judge Travis had asked the man’s father to look into the murders and thought to extend the courtesy to his son.
“May we join you detective?” The southerner asked.
* * * * * * *
“Hello darlin,” the gregarious man greets the young receptionists.
She looks up at the smiling mustache man with warm twinkling brown eyes and smiles back. ‘Did he’s eyes just sparkle?’ She asked herself mesmerized by his handsome features.
Buck has always known about his animal magnetism, and all ready he was teasing the youngest member about it.
In the back of his mind he thought about Chris and hoped they’d stay in Denver. His long time, but still brooding friend was not over the lost of three men from their last mission overseas, so much that he officially quit, handing in his resignation from command.
They had received bad in-tell by the so-called Central Intelligence Agency, what a laugh that was. Three good men died in that seal operation. Chris had never lost a man before and he didn’t take that well.
Bringing him self back to the present as the receptionist was asking some sort of question. “Excuse me darlin’, I was caught by your big brown eyes, what did you ask?” Charming smile in full swing, Josiah shakes his head at the romantic rogue.
“Who are you here to see?” She asked again.
“Oh right,” looking at the psychiatrist he asked him, “Josiah what’s her name again?”
Josiah walks up front, “we’d like to see Mary Travis.” The big man replies.
“Your names please, and I’ll ring her.” She answers smiling at Buck.
“Josiah Sanchez and Buck Wilmington.” He replies. Nodding her head she dials Mary Travis’ extension. A short reply another nod of her head and she was off the phone.
“She said to go right on up. Mrs. Travis is on the 7th floor, ask the receptionist there he’ll direct you to her desk.”
“Much oblige darlin’” Buck winks at her as both men head to the elevators.
As they head on up to the 7th floor the male receptionist smiles at them all ready advised of their arrival. “Mr. Sanchez and Mr. Wilmington.” Not really a question, but a greeting as he hands them nametags and a form to sign-in. Security is tight in just about any visible company.
“Very good, Mrs. Travis will be on your right as you go through those doors,” pointing behind his desk. “Her office is in the back towards the windows. She’s expecting you,” was the final statement as they both followed the directions given.
Mary Travis is a petite woman, with lovely blond hair, French braided to show her slender neck as well as her oval face, Buck notices her pale green eyes, which catch the mid-westerners eyes. His smile widens when he hears her voice.
“Dr Sanchez and your friend must be Mr. Wilmington.”
“Please call me Buck.” Taking her hand in greeting.
She smiles at the handsome gentleman, “please have a seat, and what brings you to me?” She asks.
“We just heard that their maybe another death related victim to the last two and wondered if you have any additional information?”
She is surprise at the request as well as their current knowledge since she just found out her self. “Is Dr Larabee still investigating the previous two murders?” Mary asked.
“He sent us out here.” He deadpanned.
“To tell you the truth, I’ve only just heard myself. So really I don’t have anything to tell you at this time.” She admitted.
“What about Dr Larabee’s theory about the similarities to ‘Jack the Ripper?’”
Mary leans back on her chair and looks at both men. It’s true Dr Larabee did in-fact have a theory but even Mary Travis didn’t want to think about that possibility.
“Ms. Travis,” Buck called.
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just that Dr. Larabee’s theory, well…” She hesitated.
“You found something.” Josiah stated.
“Yes, the first two women. Mary Nichols died on August 31st and Ammie Chapman died on September 8th.”
“Yes, we know that. What else can you tell us?”
“That both women also died in 1888.” She finally stated.
Both men frown not understanding. “What ya mean?” Buck asked, not sure he was ready to hear.
“That the names of the Rippers first two known killings have the same names as the two victims of this new Ripper.” She frown at both men, hopping they would understand the significance of all this information.
“No…” Josiah gasps.
“What was the name of the third victim?” The gregarious man was no longer smiling. “Elizabeth Stride, died September 30th at 1:00 a.m.”
“Jesus,” this time Buck gasps. “How can that be,” he stood up and began to pace. “I mean, those deaths occurred over a hundred years. How could… I mean… Jesus, this is just too crazy. Don’t you think?” Buck looks at Josiah then Mary, hoping for an explanation.
“I agree Mr. Wilmington, especially since today is September 30th and the third murder has all ready occurred. If this new victim goes by the same name, then the other two victims need to be notified and according to records there were actually two deaths in one night. The second victim was Catherine Eddowes, she died an hour after Elizabeth, because the Ripper was interrupted, we still have not heard if there was another woman found.” Mary explained.
“Have you told Detective Poplar, about this?” Josiah question.
She shook her head no, “not really, he doesn’t believe the theory about a possible copy cat much less that the victims have the same names of the women who died over a hundred years ago. I don’t believe this is real. How can I expect the police too?” She slumps back in her chair.
“Thank you Mary. I think we better head back and meet up with the others.” Josiah directed the last part to Buck who nods in reply as they both stand up.
“Hold on,” Mary also stands, “what others? What are you going to do?” She looked from one man to the other.
“Not sure yet, but we have to try and find out if Catherine Eddowes exists here and now.” Josiah replied.
“All right, I’m coming with you.”
“Now ma’am, I don’t think that’s such a good idea?” Buck stops the young woman.
“Look Mr. Wilmington, I’ve sat on this story long enough,” exasperated she continues. “My own editor doesn’t believe me and won’t let me write my theory down, right now there maybe one or two women who need our help, so gentlemen, either I’m coming with you, or I go alone.” She looks at them with new determination.
“Brother, I think she should come with us.” The psychiatrist would feel better if Mary was with them rather than working on her own.
“Find, but you explain it to Chris,” Buck looks at Josiah knowing his long time friend wasn’t going to be happy.
* * * * * * *
Ezra felt sick, not nausea sick, but that sinking feeling, like when you’re going down a dark tunnel and not knowing what’s on the other side sick feeling. As they walked down to the county coroners office, it always seemed to look more dank, dark and dreary than it really is. Or that’s what Ezra tried telling him self as he walked down the flight of stairs leading to the main morgue, where the autopsies are performed.
Chris and Vin flanked him as Nathan walked in front with Poplar. All five men walk quietly through the long narrow passage; all you could hear are the shoes of each man clicking as they walk.
“You okay?” The young Texan asks.
Nope Ezra wished he were somewhere else at this moment. Looking at him, the southerner replies, “Fine Mr. Tanner;” as he finds new determination in his stride.
Chris, Nathan and the Detective take the lead. As the men all enter each one is assaulted by the medicinal odors found in most hospitals, in the morgue, however, it smells more like death is all around them, which of course it is.
“Afternoon, Dr. Morgan.” Dr. Peter Morgan is young by comparison to most chief pathologist, a tall, thin build man, who has a slight limp on his right leg. Although, graying slightly he has a haggard worn look for a man just under sixty years old. After five years the man felt as if he’d been at it for a lot longer.
Ezra saw the young woman on the metal table, the doctor bending over the small frame of the body. Fitted with protection glasses the doctor is about to cut along her chest… the southerner shivers as he realizes each and every one of them will one day be here.
Looking up Dr. Morgan stops and views his quests. “Detective, I don’t have any thing to report right now, I’m about to start;” leaning back, putting most of his weight on his left leg.
Ezra also leans forward trying to look at the petite woman – it suddenly occurs to the young man that this isn’t the woman he saw.
“Nathan,” Dr. Morgan greets recognizing the young black physician.
“Peter,” he replies. “What’s your first impression, do you believe she’s another victim?” Nathan asks.
Looking down at the young woman, he sighs. It is never easy to cut into the body of someone so young and vital. “If I had to guess, I’d say yes. The cut along the girl’s chest is the same as the other bodies – diffidently the killer used the same type of instrument, but I’ll know more later.” The Doctor knew Nathan was working on the case as freelance or some such thing; evidently he worked with a specialized team who investigated ‘the weird,’ as he often referred to the young physicians cases.
“You doing okay kid?” Arthur question, who could see the southerner was just barely holding it together, and hope they’d get out of there soon.
Ezra merely nodded as the conversation continued.
Detective Poplar figured they wouldn’t have enough information on the new vic; but wanted the others to see for them selves. In any case, he hope this would at least get Larabee and company off his back and back to doing police work not baby sitting amateurs.
“Send me the report ASAP.” Looking at the doctor.
“Sure thing Detective.” As he nods his head in reply and takes his cue to return back to work.
Leaving the other men to exit the building, once outside each of them take deep long breaths filling there lungs with fresh air, or at least what passes for fresh air.
Detective Poplar looks at the four men, some a little greener than the others. “Well gentlemen as you heard, I still have a lot of work to follow-up. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to call.” Handing his business card to Chris the detective walks back to he’s car and drives off.
Chris sighed, back with the seals seeing corpses never bothered him. Now, however, this is different, a murder, a victim of a bloody crime, a young woman who no one was able to protect. ‘Nope,’ he thought, this did not sit well with him.
“Hey Ezra, you doing okay, you look a little picket?”
“Give me a moment Mr. Tanner. I just need time to catch my breath.”
“Sure Ez, take your time.” Sitting down next to him on the steps of the hospital.
“You sure your okay Ezra?” This time Nathan asked, also noticing the pale completion on the younger man, and being the doctor of this team it falls to him to look after the health of each team member. Of course, none of these men have actually acknowledged that fact yet, which didn’t mean he shouldn’t show concern. This is in fact a very difficult case and the deaths very brutal.
“I am fine Dr. Jackson.” Ezra calmly replies, not really feeling calm. “Christopher,” he calls over to their unofficial leader. “The woman we…” He pauses looking behind them indicating what he meant. “She isn’t the same woman I saw in my dream.”
Chris frowns and walks over to the southerner, standing at the bottom of the steps. “Are you sure?” He asks, which Ezra merely nods in affirmation; “So whoever you saw is either going to die or is all ready dead and the police just haven’t discovered her body?”
“I am afraid so.” Ezra replies.
“Do you remember anything of the location you saw her at?”
“Only that it was an alley, behind a night club of some sort. The alley shows a chain fence, that is very high at least 8feet, and there appears to be a mural behind the fence on the side of another building.” He retells, trying to remember as much detail as possible.
“Do you remember what type of mural?”
“No not really, what I remember is merely various colors, like something Picasso would have painted, colors with no discernible pattern.”
Chris thought a moment, but nothing came to mind. “Nathan does it ring a bell for you?” It has been a while since Larabee was last in Denver, meaning this could be new and not necessarily a permanent painting.
“Not off hand, but your Dad could probably do a search for us.”
The very thought of his father having been demoted to research work, finally at that moment it hit Chris, he’s father, the man who he grew to respect and love was dead, trap in a computer. Was this morally right, or would those that might find out think of his Dad as an abomination and what are he’s feelings on the subject. He closed his eyes not wanting to think on the subject, at least for the time being.
“Yeah, let’s head on back,” is all he says.
The others agree.
* * * * * * *
Across the street four men dress all in black sit watching them.
“Who do you think they are?” The driver and youngest of the four men asks.
“Not sure John, but Ma will want to know;” the other answers.
“Lets go tell Ma then.” The third in back replies as he writes down the license plate number of the vehicle.
* * * * * * *
Driving back to the mansion, Chris’ cell starts ringing. “Larabee,” he answers.
“Hey pard, its Buck. Where are you now?” The gregarious man asks.
“We’re on our way back to the house.” He answers.
“Okay, we’ll leave now from the paper and meet you back.”
“All right, what you find out?” Chris asked.
“We’ll explain when we see you, no sense in repeating myself.”
“Okay, we’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Right,” is the reply as the phone clicks-off.
Part Four:
Arriving back at the mansion, Buck introduces Mary Travis to the rest of the team, all except Nathan and JD as they’ve met before.
Explanations then are exchange, as well as theories. Chris paces listening to everything said. Absorbing the fantastic theory Mary Travis and he’s own fathers had been piecing together.
“So, what are you trying to say, that we’re up against The Jack the Ripper, and some how he’s killing the same women all over again?” Chris asked still pacing.
“Chris, why don’t you sit down?” Buck tries to calm his friend, who receives only a glare, which Buck lifts he’s arms in surrender. “Mrs. Travis, have you been able to locate Miss Catherine Eddowes?” The southerner inquires. No reports had yet been filed whether or not there’d been another murder. Ezra is at least hopeful that they may yet save the woman in question.
“I did a search and found a listing at the University in Boulder. I called the Boulder Police, only listing her as missing. They still haven’t called back.”
Chris sighed, wishing he were doing something. “What about the last name of the Rippers victim, did you try doing a search on her?”
“Yes, but I found no listing in all of Colorado for Mary Kelly.” Mary answered shrugging, “but…” she trailed looking a little puzzled in an amused sort of way.
Chris and the others wait with whatever news she’s about to give them.
“Mary,” Josiah looks at her not wishing to wait any longer than they have too.
“Oh sorry…” she trails again. “It’s just that, well before I was married my maiden name was Kelly.” She shrugs again.
The others look at her more in shock then anything.
Chris is angry now, “and what, you weren’t going to mention this tid bit of information.” He asked, which is more a statement than question.
“Now Chris,” Buck tries to ease his friend, understanding the man more than anyone. “If Mary’s right, she had no way of knowing it could be her. None of the other victims were married.” Buck tries to reason.
It now became apparent to Mary that she never even imagine she could possibly be another victim. “No?” She says, which sounds more like a question than a statement. She stands looking at the men, “You can’t be serious.” Now it’s her turn to be in shock.
“Mary, it could be.” Nathan answered. “You said it yourself, there are no other listings, and this killer could be looking for you.”
She begins shaking her head in denial. Not wanting to believe this is happening. She thought of her son, “Billy.” She voiced her fears.
“I don’t think he’s in danger Mary,” Josiah replied understanding her concern. Chris and Buck look at him for an explanation. “Her son,” he simply states.
Arthur, the ghost who had yet to leave his side, spoke. “Ezra, she’s here.” The apparition whispers to the southerner.
Ezra turns his head frowning at the ghost until he sees the young woman from his dream, standing up abruptly the conversation taking place, stops as they all notice the sudden paling of the southerner.
“Ezra, what’s wrong?” Josiah asks taking on a fatherly concern for the new comer.
He swallows and simply states, “She’s here.” He’s accent thickens even with such a short phrase.
The others look at him wondering what he means; the Texan notices another aura in the room. “Who is she Ezra?” Vin asks.
“Catherine Eddowes, the woman from my dream last night.” He explains.
“You mean the one the police have yet to find?” The southerner nods to Chris’ question.
“Where am I?” She asks, “What happen?” She asks again.
Not knowing what to do or how to explain, or the fact the others have no clue that she’s even asked the questions, Ezra simply responds, “your at the Larabee home.”
She seemed to think about this then says, “I don’t know any Larabee’s,” the young woman states frowning.
Ezra at this point doesn’t know if he should blurt out ‘are you aware that you are decease?’ No he knows he has to be a little subtler than say Chris would, ‘so handle this more delicately, Standish,’ he thought.
“No I don’t suppose you would. He is your host and owner of this home, and is the gentleman dress in black.” He continues, “Do you know why you are here?” He asks; walking to her and gently showing her what he means as his hand miraculously passes through hers.
“Oh God,” She gasps. “I’m dead,” she states with finality.
* * * * * * *
It is a weird feeling seeing a conversation going on and only hearing one side of it. Much like a phone conversation would sound. This however, is a conversation between a man and a ghost, to put it bluntly. Mary didn’t know much about the young southerner who stood before her. Young yes maybe a year or two older than her, handsome most definitely, strange without a doubt. But the other men knew that this man is having a conversation with a ghost and not just any ghost but the spirit of the last victim of the new Jack the Ripper. Yep this is indeed weird.
“I am sorry Catherine…” Ezra pause hoping the young woman would be able to compose her self. “Can you tell me what happen, what is the last thing you remember?” He asked.
Pacing back and forth the only another person who knew she was moving is Vin. He can see the fast moving aura of the young woman.
“Catherine?” Ezra tried again to get her attention.
“No, I’m not sure. I was at a party, or club I think.” She paces more trying to think clearly, and then she stops and looks at the southerner. “It’s my birthday, I’m twenty-one, my roommates took me out to this new club. What is it call…” Closing her eyes she tries to remember. “Colby’s… or Cody’s something like that. I just can’t remember it clearly.” She looks at the man with pleading eyes.
“Okay, Colby’s or Cody’s that’s a start. We can check the listing through information;” JD hearing that heads to the communications room to get started. “Catherine, do you recall meeting anyone special that night. A man?”
“Everything is so fuzzy, I think I over did it with the drinking, so I’m not sure. There was a man real good looking, dark hair and dark eyes…” Here she pauses for a moment. “Those eyes, they were so intense.” She says.
“Intense, how so.” The southerner is not sure what she means.
“You know intense, when I looked into his eyes, I mean wow. I just knew there was no way I was going home alone. You know what I mean?”
Ezra raised his eyebrows, “oh.” Is all he says a little embarrassed at her explanation, over on his right, Arthur smirks, which makes the southerner glare at him.
“Excuse me Mr. Standish…” looking at the others and then she asks. “Just what is going on? Are you speaking with someone?” Mary feels as if left out in the cold, not knowing or understanding what is going on.
“Mary,” Josiah stepped in getting the reporters attention. “What you are witnessing is not for public knowledge.” He calmly states. “Our young southerner is able to communicate with the dead. Although, we can’t see or hear what is going on Ezra is speaking with a spirit, who needs our help.” Leave it to the psychiatrist to explain no matter how idiotic the whole thing sounded.
“A bit pushy, isn’t she?” Catherine remarked.
“Merely curious.” Arthur answered.
She sighs not knowing what to say or do next. “So, what now? This can’t be it; I mean how do you get to, you know heaven?” Catherine asked rubbing her fingers in a nervous response.
Arthur shrugs, “I’m still here myself, Ezra said usually the spirits he helps move on, but I’m still stuck with this SOB.” He snorts, looking at the younger man who glares at him.
Ignoring one of the apparitions, Ezra turns to Catherine. “Tell me can you describe this man? Any detail you can think of?”
“I can’t seem to picture him really, all I remember are those dark intense eyes. I’m sorry.” She looks away.
“No need to apologies my dear, you are hardly at fault.” The southerner assures.
“Still…” suddenly feeling strange she looks at herself discovering a transparency in her corporeal form. “Hey, what’s going on, I’m disappearing?” Not happy at all.
“It’s okay Catherine, it happens.” Arthur answers. “Come on lets let the living get on with business.” Looking behind him he turns to the southern. “We’ll see you later kid.” Taking the hand of the young woman both spirits vanish.
Ezra sighs.
“Everything all right son?” Josiah asks.
“There gone,” he answers and then sits exhausted.
“You sure your okay Ezra?” Larabee asked this time.
“I’m fine Chris, simply tired, it happens sometimes.” He explains.
Chris doesn’t like that answer, but before he could continue with more questions JD, the youngest member rushes in.
“I got it, it’s actually Colby’s, and the only club with that name is in Cody, Wyoming.”
“Damn, why go all the way there for drinks?” The ladies man wants to know. “And how the hell did the killer get from Denver to Cody in the same night?”
“Properly making a weekend getaway with her friends.” Josiah replies. “As to the other we’re dealing with an unnatural creature. Anything is possible.”
“So, what now pard?” The tall mustache man asks.
“We’ll call the authorities ask them to check out the club,” looking at the kid. “You think you can take care of that?”
“Sure Mr. Larabee,” just as he’s about to turn Chris calls him.
“JD, if we’re working together you think you can call me Chris?”
“Oh, ah… yeah Mister… I mean Chris. Sorry.” The kid replies a little flustered, as he turns back to the communication room.
“That kid has hero-worship written all over;” Buck comments, chuckling as Chris glares at him.
“Gentlemen, what now? How do you plan to stop this killer?” Mary asked hopping to direct the issue at hand.
“Well, going to Wyoming won’t help us track this killer, apparently he or it has all ready picked his victims.” Chris paced again.
“And that means what in regards to Mary?” Nathan isn’t convinced about the theory about this Jack of Ripper, but then he isn’t going to take any chances with her life.
“Looking at the young woman, “Mrs. Travis I think it would be safer if you stayed here until we can figure how to stop this killer.” Chris answered.
“Now Mr. Larabee, while I appreciate your concern, I need to think of my son…” But before she can continue Ezra interrupts.
“Mrs. Travis, perhaps you would be more comfortable if your son is also here?” Thinking it best to have mother and son together to placate the young woman.
“Well, I guess that would be all right.” She stands up, “Billy should be getting out of school in about an hour and I should get a change of clothing for the both of us?” She questioned.
“Josiah why don’t you and Buck go with her and bring them both back here?”
“Sure pard,” Buck answered.
“Thank you Mr. Larabee,” who simply nods in reply.
* * * * * * *
“Dad?”
“Yes, Chris.”
“This theory of yours… just how accurate is it?”
“Considering the women who have died so far. I’d say pretty accurate.”
“This theory, is just too far fetch Dad, I mean a hundred years later and the same women are dying all over again. And are being systematically killed by the same killer. It’s just too weird.” Shaking his head in frustration.
“As opposed to having a computer for a father?” He questioned.
“Damnit Dad,” he sigh not knowing what else to say.
“Son, I know how it sounds, we are not dealing with the natural order of things. This is very real and finding this killer is our priority. And JD was telling me that Mary could be the next victim?”
“Yeah, that’s a possibility, but none of the other women were married or as old as Mary. She still may not be the next victim.”
“Maybe, but why chance it?”
“I guess your right…” pausing a moment in thought, Chris decides to discuss another topic. “Dad?”
“Yes, son.”
“I’m a little concern about Ezra.”
“Ezra, has something happen?”
“No, no… I mean he’s fine, but I’m worried about how tired he gets when ever he’s around Arthur.”
“Yes, I’ve notice that myself, I think though it maybe because he’s been with Ezra nearly six months now. Coupled that with the arrival of Catherine; it’s properly going to get harder for him too.”
Chris nods.
“Where’s Ezra now?”
“He, Vin and JD went out for a ride. Guess JD’s showing them the sights.”
Part Five:
JD decides to take the guys to the trendy shops of Downtown Denver.
“JD, I don’t know how to say this, but shopping wasn’t what I had in mind.” Vin commented.
“Ah… guys I know, but you see… I sort of… you know stood up my girlfriend Casey… and well I was hoping.” He sighed, “You can help me look for something nice to give her.” Looking at both men with puppy eyes.
Ezra smiled, “now Mr. Dunn, tell me what sort of lady are we shopping for?” He asked.
“Yes,” the kid nearly shouts, making Vin shake his head.
* * * * * * *
After exploring several: novelty, trendy, not to mention unusual shops, they all decide on a West Indies blouse and skirt for the young lady. Once done Ezra heads to a new and used bookstore, while JD and Vin head for the comic book shop next door.
The southerner picks up the latest novel by Stephen King, “The Dream Catcher,” reading the jacket cover of the book, he smirks and returns it back on the shelf. He’s about to grab another book when two men approach him.
“Sir, my mother would like a word with you;” the taller of the two men states.
Ezra stares at him waiting for the punch line or for his two friends to jump out at any moment. “Excuse me?” He asks.
“Please sir, don’t make a scene and come with us.” The second man replies pulling his jacket aside to reveal a revolver strapped to a shoulder holster.
Ezra nods and follows noticing a third man looking at them from the end of the aisle. Outside a dark limo is waiting another man, the driver holding the door open.
JD and Vin choose that moment to exit the comic store, both men discussing their purchase. The tracker is the first to notice the vehicle, the men and then Ezra, who also sees him too, locking eyes with the tracker he waves them off with a look.
JD noticing the tense posture of Vin follows his line of sight, the tracker places his hands on the younger man and shakes his head without looking at him.
As soon as Ezra enters the limo Vin and JD head for their car, starting the engine, they follow the vehicle in front of them.
* * * * * * *
After traveling for several miles, the limo reached its destination. The rich sparse foliage is all trim and proper, in what can only be the more fancy neighborhood just outside of Denver. JD and Vin arrive the area looks a little like the Larabee Mansion, but these homes are more modern.
The limo enters through a gated fence, Vin knows they will have to wait and see what will happen, which doesn’t sit well with the young tracker. There is no telling what they want with the southerner.
“What do we do now, Vin?” The younger man feels responsible, since it was his idea to leave the mansion.
“We wait and see.” The tracker replies, not at all liking the situation, but powerless to do much more.
* * * * * * *
Inside the secluded home, Ezra looks outside the window of the vehicle. Once it stops the men dress all in black get out, the southerner right behind.
As they approach the front door to the house, an older gangly man opens the door and without a word allows them entrance. The southerner can only assume the man to be the butler, as introductions never take place.
Ezra is surprise by the slight tinge of some of the southern home styles he was familiar with, having grown up in the south. It is indeed a beautiful home.
“Wait here;” the older of the men orders.
Ezra wonders who these people are and why did they bring him remain a mystery.
Finally, an older woman arrives looking intently at the southerner, whom she asks, “And who might you be sir?” It is a question remarked in a condensing tone.
Looking at the other men surrounding him, he answers, without hesitation, “Ezra Standish, ma’am, who might you be?” Hoping for a reply.
The woman ignores his question, as she continues. “How are you associated with the recent murders?”
Now that caught Ezra off guard, “pardon?” Not trying to hide his confusion.
“Your association with the police, why were you helping them?” She asked, becoming impatient.
“Who are you? And why am I here?” Showing his impatience. Unfortunately the others didn’t share the southerner’s mood, as the man to his left hits him in the gut.
Ezra almost falls to his knees in pain, but the man to his right prevents that. He moans as the wind was temporally knocked out of him. He gasps, “What do you want?” He gasps at himself as the words come out sounding like a squeal.
“Answers, sir. Now why are you helping the police?” She moved to emphasize her impatience.
Strengthening himself, he answers, “I work for a private foundation, which investigates strange phenomena.”
She laughed looking at the other men, “how are these murders tied to strange phenomena?” She glares at the younger man.
Ezra squares his shoulders and continues, “these murders are connected to the original killings by Jack the Ripper, hence the reason for the moniker of this new killer.”
She laughs again looking around at the young men, “you expect me to believe that?” She shouts.
“You believe what you want, it’s the truth.” For his anger he receives another blow to his abdomen.
“Don’t talk to my mother like that, you show her respect.” The youngest nearly shouts.
“John,” She looks sternly at her youngest son.
“Sorry Ma,” he response meekly.
“Now, explain to me why these murders are the same?”
Strengthening himself again, making sure not to groan, he response, “the names of the original victims of the Ripper are the same as these new victims, starting with the first Mary Nichols.”
She gasps as the woman clutches her chest in pain. “My Mary is dead because… because of some sick bastard.” Her angry visage is quite evident.
Out of the corner of the southerners eye a woman breezes into the large hallway they had been discussing in. Ezra watches her as she moves around the others straight to him.
“I think you’ve up set my mother.” She simply states.
“Mary Nichols?” He asked.
“Yes, my mother’s been very angry since it happen.” She looks mournfully at her mother.
“Do you remember what happen?” He asked, getting the attention of the others.
“Who are you talking too?” The oldest of the brothers demands.
“Peter,” his mother calls to him as she approaches the southerner, wanting to know her self. “Now sir, you will tell me what you know of my daughters murder?” She commands.
“Mrs. Nichols, we have not yet ascertained that information. All we are sure is that this killer has selected women with the same names as those victims from over a hundred years ago.” He tried to explain.
“And you expect me to believe all this nonsense?” She glares at him. “What do the police say about all this?”
“Like you, they don’t believe my colleagues,” he answers.
She starts pacing wondering what to do next. None of this made any sense. Her only daughter was murdered because of an insane man. ‘No,’ she thought, that is unacceptable.
Mary on the other hand is trying to remember what happen. “I remember only his eyes, they were so intense.”
“So I’ve heard before.” He replies.
“Heard what?” John asked this time.
Ezra looked at him for a moment, then turn back to Mary, “that’s all you can remember? Anything else? Where were you?” He asked.
“Oh that does it.” The fourth man who up until now was quiet, the southerner was giving him the creeps, as he had enough and hits him across the jaw knocking him to the ground.
“James,” there mother shouts, “we need him conscious.”
“He’s giving me the creeps Ma. I mean whose he talking too?” He voices to no one in particular, while rubbing his fist. The southerner has a hard jaw, the son thought.
Ezra spits blood from his split lip, he is not having a good day, he thought to himself.
As the southerner wiped the blood from his lip, he looked at the man who struck him, which only serve to creep the other more and backed away.
“Are you all right?” The young woman asked, bending to look up at the man.
“I’ve been better,” Ezra answered looking at the apparition.
“See Ma,” James accuses. “He’s doing it again talking to himself. What do we need him any way, he hasn’t been of much help.” He crosses his arms in front of him glaring at the southerner.
“Whom are you speaking to?” Mrs. Nichols asks.
Without thought as to what will happen, and being angry, he answered truthfully. “Your daughter.” This time the mother slaps him across his face; he is beginning to dislike this family.
“I don’t think you should have said that,” the young daughter replied, seeing the handprint on the southerner.
“You maybe right,” he wasn’t a fool merely angry. Looking at Mrs. Nichols he explains. “Before any more harm is done, mainly to my person, perhaps I should mention that, I am able to speak with the dead.” He stated and hoped for the best.
“Oh, great this just gets better and better,” James replied not likely this at all.
“James, enough.” Ma Nichols orders. “You,” she directs her next question to the southerner. “Are you telling me you are speaking with my daughter now?”
“Yes ma’am I am.” He wasn’t going to say any more than the truth, if he hopes to get out of this in one piece.
Ma Nichols covered her mouth in stun realization that her daughter could well be in this hall. ‘Was it possible,’ she asked her self. “How do I know you speak the truth?”
“Mother you can’t mean to believe this man.” Peter the older brother looked at his mother. “He could be some charlatan, hoping to get money.”
“And how would I do that, if I had no idea who you people might be? After all your are the ones who kidnap me.” Pointing to himself as he explained. “Now, if you would all be so kind, as to show me the exit I will leave, so as not to suffer any more ridicule.”
“Yeah, right. Like that’s going to happen.” John sneered.
“I was not alone when your sons took me by force, and have no doubt that if I don’t leave soon, they will be force to call the police.” He looked hard at the mother.
“Were there others with him?” She asked the oldest, who suddenly found the floor interesting, as he couldn’t face her.
“Yes, but I don’t think they saw us.” He answered trying to placate his mother.
“So for all you know they could have followed you?” She looked at her oldest, not understanding how foolish he could be.
The son merely shook his head, and would not meet her eyes.
“Heaven forbid, you should listen to me when I tell you to bring me only one.” This time she began to pace furious, trying to determine if she should let the man go or not. Of course, she really couldn’t keep him if there were others outside. “Very well, you may go,” she answered as if she had control of the situation. “But my son Peter will be going with you, he will inform me of your progress.” Ma Nichols didn’t wait for an answer merely walked away having finished the interview.
Ezra looked at the oldest, his dark hair matched his dark eyes, and could tell he didn’t like having to go with the southerner, but knowing his mother would not be disobeyed.
The southerner shrugged his shoulders and walked away towards the entrance, relieved to be leaving the house. He knew the girl would be staying there, she wasn’t ready to leave her mothers side just yet.
Part Six:
The trio reached the Larabee Mansion later than originally plan. Chris looked over at the bruises found on the southerner, and glared at all three as they explained what had happen.
“And one of them is still outside the mansion keeping tabs on us?” Chris asked.
“Fraid so, seems the mother wants answers.” The Texan shrugged.
“Maybe I should let him know what I think about their mothers tactic’s.” Chris commented.
“And what would that solve, Chris? Except to lower yourself to there level of violence… what’s done is done. She is angry, her daughter was killed, any parent would be angry not knowing why?” Ezra reasoned.
“Yeah, still doesn’t make it right.” Chris replied.
“No, it does not.” Ezra answered rubbing his stomach.
There was an awkward silence, and then Chris asked, “So Mary Nichols, the first victim was Mrs. Nichols daughter?” It was really more of a statement then a question, but the southerner answered.
“Yes, and the daughter was there as well and before you ask, her answer was basically the same, ‘dark eyes,’ that she felt drawn to. Nothing more.”
The four of them sat in the conference room trying to figure out what they could do. They had no clues, only a possible theory, that also sounded more like a bad science fiction story.
“So, what do we do?” JD asked, looking at Larabee, who still wondered how he got roped into becoming their leader.
The Texan smirked noticing the ex-navy seal’s tense posture.
Chris merely glared at him, “the way I see it the only thing we can do, is to make sure at least two of us are with Mary at all times. We have until November 9, 4:00 am when he’ll make his final killing. We gotta make sure we’re ready.”
“You really think he’ll come here?” The Texan asked.
“He was here once, he’ll come again, especially since Mary will be here too.” They all nodded contemplating what they’re next move.
* * * * * * *
Upstairs, in one of the spare rooms Mary Travis, finishes tucking her young son into bed. “Comfy?” She smiled at her boy.
“Yes, Ma.” He smiled back at her.
“You want me to read you a story?”
“No, kinda sleepy,” he replied trying to stifle another yawn.
“Ah, guess Buck and JD wore you out.” She leaned forward as she tickled his belly. He giggled, trying to protect himself. She stopped and kissed his forehead; Mary had not seen Billy so happy in a long time.
Once settled, Mary turned down the light and closed the door to walk back downstairs, and find out any news.
Buck stood up as Mary descended the stairs. “Evening Mrs. Travis, Billy get tucked away all right?” His smiling face picking through his mustache.
“Good evening, and yes, it seems you gentlemen wore him out. But I thank you…” She continued walking to the gregarious man. “It was nice to see him have so much fun, like a boy should.”
“It was my pleasure, you have a great kid. Now how about you?” She stared at him in confusion. “Would you like anything?”
“No, I’m fine, but wanted to know if any progress has been made?”
“Not as yet,” He shrugged, “truth is we may have to wait until he tries to strike.”
Mary looked at him suddenly understanding what that meant. “You mean until he comes after me?”
He sighed, “I wish there was better news, but yes. We just don’t know where to look; the others are trying there best to find answers. But for now we’ll be your shadow.”
“Oh and where’s your shadow.” She replied sarcastically.
From behind one of the chairs in the living room, which has a high back to it, Chris Larabee responds. “That would be me ma’am.” Is the curt reply.
She was startled, “oh Mr. Larabee, I didn’t realize…” He cut her off.
“I want to make sure we’re clear on the matter, where you go, we go.”
Her eyes wide, she asked, “what about, when I…” She didn’t finish hoping she would not have to explain.
Buck smirks in understanding as Chris stares at her realizing what he just said. So he glares at his long time friend and simply replies, “we’ll work something out.” Nothing further was said.
* * * * * * *
For the next few weeks the routine was simple; Mary and Billy were both driven to work and school. They didn’t crowd Mary, but if she worked late one of the men would stay with her until she was ready to return to the mansion.
Chris and his father worked trying to determine any other viable clues that might help them locate the killer, before the deadline came about.
Josiah and Ezra worked at trying to uncover any more information from the various specters that came and went around the mansion. But ‘his intense eyes,’ was the only thing the ladies were able to remember.
Nathan kept an eye on the southerner during these visits, so the man wouldn’t exhaust himself out.
JD continued to work on modifications to the new AI Computer system, which held the mind of Dr. Michael Larabee. It was a mutual effort from information he gathered through Q and A discussions between Dr. Larabee and JD.
This left Vin and Buck as chaperons for dropping off as well as picking up Mary and Billy.
When Judge Travis found out that his daughter-in-law could be the next victim, he’d call Detective Poplar and had him double his efforts. The Detective made sure a police vehicle was always at the mansion as well as the newspaper.
* * * * * * *
Ezra finally was able to get some much-needed rest. They’d all been working hard the last month, so he took whatever time he could to sleep late.
Today was Thursday, All Hallows Eve, not one of Ezra’s favorite days, for many reasons. One being regardless of what people say or think on this day, the spirits do become restless, which only heightens the southerners perceptions between the living and the dead. Roughly translated during this time Ezra can actually touch and feel the dead and vice a versa.
“Ezra, Ezra… wake up.” The young woman called to the southerner.
“What… what is it?” Half awake the southerner looked around the room, his eyes falling on the young woman, Catherine.
“Ezra, I can touch you?” She gasps.
Falling back onto his pillow he sighed, he really hated Halloween. “Yes my dear, ah know.” He replied.
“Well son, this is something new, why didn’t you tell me?” Arthur had drop by as well.
“Well frankly I hadn’t expected for you to linger this long.” He deadpanned.
Arthur merely laughed, knowing how the southerner wasn’t a morning person.
A knock at the door pulled their attention.
“Yes?”
“Ezra, its JD. Doc wants to meet with us.”
“Very well, I’ll be down in a few moments.”
“Okay.”
The southerner pulls the blankets back and slides over the edge of the bed. Putting on his slipper, he precedes over to the dresser drawer.
As he gathers what he would need to change, he looks over his shoulder; both ghosts were still in the room. “Do you mind?” He asked annoyed.
“Come on little lady, let’s leave grumpy to his business.” Arthur takes her hand and they both disappear.
* * * * * * *
The team is assembled in the communications room.
“All right, we need to plan on what to do should our mysterious killer show up here. November is upon us, gentlemen…” Doctor Larabee voices his concern.
JD stood up, “well, I… I think I have an idea. That is base on the data collected after the first attack, at the mansion.” He states.
“What do you have in mind son?” Josiah asked.
“What we need is to duplicate the same electrical charge that hurt him. I think I can increase the power, that is without blowing us up.”
“Well that would be most helpful.” Ezra answered.
JD chuckles, “at least we’re not using, proton packs.” The kid smiles at his own joke.
A nerf ball is tossed hitting the younger man who glares at Buck.
“JD, what then? What’ll happen to this ghost or whatever it is?” ‘Cause we don’t have holding cells for ghosts.” The young Texan smiles at the kid.
“Well, according to the electro readings that Doc was able to record, from the last attack, this thing should just disappear or rather return to its own dominion.”
“JD, return… how do you know where to return it?” Chris wasn’t sure if this would work.
“I can answer that son,” came the voice of Dr. Larabee, “every ghost, has a place to go. It’s just a matter of pushing them in the right direction.” Before any more could be said, Arthur pops in.
“He’s right,” he answered as he touched the southerners shoulder making him jump. Ezra startled when he felt the cold touch, as he turned around to face the specter he is again startled as this time he is not alone. Behind him were the victims of Jack the Ripper, all four of them.
“Jeezes,” Ezra gasps, bringing the others to attention.
“What’s going on Ezra?” asked Chris looking around but not seeing anything only the pale man.
Vin on the other hand knew, he could see their auras; there was diffidently more than one specter.
“It would seem Arthur has brought all the victims of Jack the Ripper.”
“Yeah, seems like I’ve inherent a harem.” He laughed.
Ezra really hated Halloween, spirits seem to be even more sensitive then usual. “No… no, I do apologies ladies for my last remark, it is simply you caught me off guard. And, yes I do appreciate your efforts to help.” He states hoping to placate the specters.
“No need to apologies, we don’t wish to interrupt the meeting, is there anything we can do to help?” Catherine asked, as she seemed to be the spokesperson for the victims.
“At the moment nothing, as we are still discussing what we will be doing on the 9th of this coming month.” Ezra explained.
Dr. Larabee was listening to the conversation, since merging with the computer program. He seem to be able to pick up the voices of ghosts, he couldn’t, however, see them. “I think your staying could help, maybe any suggestions you have could benefit us.” He stated.
Arthur was all ready aware of the doctor’s abilities, but the others were surprise. “I’ll explain it later ladies lets sit and listen for now.” They all agreed and remain in the room.
Part Seven:
A couple of days pass with no additional information forth coming. Detective Poplar was at the mansion not more than a few minutes ago, and every time that man was near me my hackles would rise at the back of my neck. The man gave me the creeps.
I knew something was wrong the minute I stepped inside Ezra’s room. He didn’t answer his door for one. Or answered when I called out to him. Something was troubling him. But the man just wouldn’t come out and say it.
I found him outside on his balcony; in such a large mansion like this several of the bedrooms had one. Ezra’s was one of those. Looks like he was having breakfast. I open the doors and called him softly so as not to startle him.
“Ezra, you okay?” He didn’t hear me, or just ignored me, I voted for the latter. “Ezra,” I call a little louder and this time touched his shoulders. That got his attention.
“Mr. Tanner, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you knock.”
“I figured, you seem lost some where, you want to share?” I waited, and I could see he was struggling to answer, but in the end I knew the answer.
“No, I’m fine.” He smiled one of those false one’s he throws at you to make you believe him, I knew better, but didn’t call him on it. “Care to join me for breakfast, there is plenty?”
“Sure, always up for a free meal.” I grab a portion of everything on the breakfast plate, Mrs. Potter must think Ezra’s not eating enough, there was a lot for just one person, or maybe she thought I would join him. In any case, we sat together in the chill morning breeze, and ate silently.
* * * * * * *
Chris dialed the number to Buck’s cell phone.
“Wilmington,” the gregarious man answered.
“Buck, you get Mary off to her office?”
“Course stud… you know what pard? I think she’s softening up on me?”
“Buck, it ain’t going to happen, she’s too smart. Your heard Dad, give it up.”
“Why, you interested?” Buck smiled knowing he got his friend.
Chris opted to change the subject, “Josiah there with you?”
“Nah, he’s with Billy, Mary asked him to stay with him. Can you imagine him sitting in one of them kiddie chairs?”
Chris visualized this image and laughed. “Poor man.”
“Yeah, better him than me, that all pard?” Wondering on the call.
“Yeah, just wanted to make sure you got their okay.”
“Right, talk to you later…” he was about to hang up when Buck remembered something else. “Pard almost forgot. Poplar came by this morning, said Ezra wanted to see him.”
“Really,” surprise evident in his voice. “I’ll check with him, thanks pard. Oh and watch your back.”
“You too,” and each hung up there phones.
Chris decided to go check on the southerner and see if Poplar was still there. As he headed up, JD came bounding down the staircase, in his usual exuberant mode, almost crashing into the older man.
“Easy kid, where’s the fire?”
“Oh, sorry Chris; just headed to the COM room.”
“Okay, you guys come up with more ideas?”
“Yeah,” his eyes lit up. “But we’re going to run some tests, iron out the kinks.”
“Good, I’ll see you later.” JD continued his decent, Chris shaking his head; the kid was off and running again.
Chris continued upstairs, Ezra’s door was slightly ajar, so he opened the door more and peered inside. Seeing no one in view he called out. “Ezra?”
“Out here cowboy.” Vin answered.
Chris shook his head, he really needed to convince the Texan not to call him that. Especially should Buck be around. He walked out to the balcony, “you Tanner…” He started only to see the mischievous glint in his blue eyes.
“Yeah, cowboy.” He smiled at the tall man, making Ezra chuckle.
“Never mind.” He figured if he protest that would only give Vin more reason to tease him.
Vin seemed to understand that look and thought to him self, ‘that’ll never happen,’ the appellation just seemed to fit him.
So Chris decided to change the subject and to the reason for his visit. “What happen to Poplar? He all ready leave?”
“Yes, I wanted to inquire if anything new had happen.” He stated.
“Hell, I could of told you that myself.” Chris replied.
Ezra just shrugged his shoulders.
“I get the feeling your holding something back,” Chris looked at the southerner. “Come on Ez. You wouldn’t have called Poplar if all you were looking for was additional information.”
Ezra stood and walked to the edge of the railing, turning his back on Larabee and Tanner. “I’ve been having recurring dreams…” He stated.
“Like before?” Chris asked.
Ezra nodded.
“And is it Mary you see?” Hoping it wasn’t.
“No…” he replied and then continued, as he turned to face them. “There of me.”
“What do you mean of you?” This time Chris stood up, “Ezra?”
“I’m not sure,” he sighed knowing that wouldn’t appease the man. “After I had substantial time to think about the original vision, or dream. I realized something, that I wasn’t ready to voice.”
“And,” Chris prodded wanting the whole story, while the tracker wasn’t sure if he should leave or not, but since neither one said anything he decided he wanted to know as well.
“When I originally said I was looking through the eyes of Catherine. I realized later that wasn’t correct.”
“Meaning you saw through the killers eyes?” He questioned.
“No, wasn’t looking through either minds eye, but my own. It was me that Jack was about to kill. I just assumed it was Catherine, because I saw her as well. He’s going to kill me the same way he’s killed the others.”
“Are you saying your Mary Kelly?”
“No,” he stated pacing, not sure he wanted to explain the bizarre feeling he’d been getting.
“Damnit Ezra, why can’t you just tell me straight.”
This time the southerner glared at Chris’ impatience. “What I am trying to say is that he will try and seduce me the same way he seduced the other women and I won’t be able to resist him.” There he said it.
Chris stared at him, trying to make sense of what the southerner was trying to tell him. “I don’t get it. Are you saying your gay?”
Ezra actually laughed at the statement. “This has nothing to do with being gay or not. It’s the power this demon has. Damnit, I could feel his passion, and god help me I couldn’t resist it. I… enjoyed his touch, his kiss. I… I’m scared Chris.” Looking directly at the man he always thought of as an older brother. “He really scared me. I haven’t been that frighten since my days at the university I attended.” He decided he’d said enough and went back to his seat.
Vin looked over to their resident leader trying to gauge he’s reaction to what Ezra had just told them.
“So, what happen to you in college?” Vin pried, hoping to calm the southerner, as he noticed how paled he looked.
Ezra looked at the Texan, he saw only concern on his countenance. Taking a chance, it had been such a long time since he thought about that day. And for the first time he wanted to tell someone. Chris had always treated him like a younger brother and Vin’s quiet attitude convince him to take that chance.
Part Eight:
“I entered MIT when I was just fifteen, during my first semester I was assigned a student advisor, he showed me around, and to be their if, you know I needed a friend.”
“Since I was younger then most of the other students. The faculty was worried that I’d cry for my momma.” He said sarcastically, “Of course, they didn’t know Maude and she’d be the last person I would run too.”
“Everything was find, then came the holidays. Thanksgiving to be specific; Mother as was typical would not becoming for me, instead one of my Aunts came and took me home returning the following week.”
“Upon my return, I noticed a young woman and knew she was dead. She realized that I could see her and told me that her boyfriend had killed her and buried her body some where in the woods. She wasn’t any more specific than that. But she also told me the name of the man. Turned out it was the student advisor on the same floor as I was.”
He shook his head, recalling how he felt knowing someone he gave his trust would commit such a thing.
“I informed the authorities and to expedite the process I gave them the number of a detective I help solve a murder in Atlanta, when I was twelve.”
“There was still doubt, because of my age, but when I showed them the body, they believed me. Of course, I had to give them an account of my whereabouts before they would start to investigate Daniel Baker, the student advisor.”
“As the investigation progress, I inform the police not to alert the media or the suspect of my involvement. They had no problem with that, but somehow Mr. Baker found out and just when the authorities were about to arrest him. He took me by force and would have killed me at the location as he had killed Barbara, but she managed to save my life by appearing before him. Giving the police enough time to rescue me. The fool had a revolver and the police shot him, killing him instantly.”
“Turned out later that he was engaged to a wealthy young woman, and Barbara threaten to expose that he’d been having an affair with her. Barbara was very much in love with him and didn’t want to lose him.”
* * * * * * *
“The dreams I’ve been having make me feel the same way I did then. I don’t know if I am confusing them or if the visions I’ve been having are real?”
Chris looked over to him and then switched his eyes to glance at the Texan silently convening his thoughts for Vin to stick with him.
“Look Ezra, I don’t understand what if anything of these dreams foretell your death. But, I’d feel better if you stay close to the mansion at least until this is finally over.”
Ezra didn’t know whether or not to argue, as he had no desire to travel the local haunts so he gave no dispute.
“As you wish Mr. Larabee.” He replied.
“Good, oh and once everyone is back, we will have another meeting, I think JD’s iron out the kinks as he puts it?”
As Chris started to walk out of the room, Vin spoke up, “see you later Cowboy.” Chris stopped a moment, but didn’t bother to acknowledge the comment.
“It would appear you enjoy danger, Mr. Tanner.” Ezra commented.
“Danger is my middle name.” He smiled.
“Ah… Vin ‘Danger’ Tanner, it has an interesting sound to it.” He said with a matter of fact tone.
Chris could here both men laughing as he descended the staircase. ‘How was he expected to lead these men if they made fun of him,’ he thought a smile forming on his lips.
Part Nine:
Preparations were on their way once JD explained what was needed. Mary’s temporary room was wired and not with listening devices, but with wiring all along the walls, windows and doors. Everything was connected to the main council, which Dr. Larabee insisted upon.
Dr. Larabee; hoped that he would be able to control the situation better since he was connected to the main frame as well as all electrical systems through out the house.
When November 8th, came the household was in full swing; JD, Buck, Josiah and Ezra discussed concerns, and ‘what ifs’ scenarios hoping to cover every avenue and avoid problems.
Chris had both Mary and Billy stay in the mansion today, Mary protested, but not heatedly as she could work on her laptop and submit any work via e-mail, ‘the wonders of modern technology’ Vin had commented, having no experience with any type of electronic devices. JD was shocked.
None of the Nichols family was made aware of the plans the group had, or even Detective Poplar, who visited the mansion on a periodic bases.
Dr. Larabee decided to have one more group meeting after dinner to make final arrangements, discuss anything that may have been over looked, etc.
* * * * * * *
“Dr. Larabee,” Mary had finally been told the circumstance of the Doctors disappearance. At least that’s how everyone viewed it, no one; especially Chris would actually discuss the Doctors death.
“Yes, Mary?”
“Is it really necessary, for that camera to be in the same room with me?” She felt uncomfortable about the single camera over looking her bed.
“I’m afraid so, it is a precaution in case, Jack gets pass our security the camera is the state of the art and will pick up any type of anomaly.” He paused a moment, “I know you feel uncomfortable with all of this Mary, and telling you I’ll be the only one viewing you isn’t going to alleviate your discomfort, but I feel it is very necessary.”
She sighed and nodded her head in acceptance.
“All right, if that’s it, JD and Josiah will remain here with me. Nathan you Buck and Chris will remain in the living room. Ezra I’d like you and Vin to stay near Mary. One inside one outside, I hope that will be satisfactory Mary?”
“I suppose, what about Billy?”
“I don’t think he’s in any danger, but he can sleep here, there’s a rollaway bed in the attic that can be brought down here.”
She smiled, but sighed, “thank you Dr. Larabee.”
“All right everybody, lets get this show on the road.”
Lately, Chris thought his father seemed to have developed a sense a humor, maybe he was getting use to the idea of being inside a machine.
* * * * * * *
It was late evening, upstairs Ezra sat in a sofa chair, watching over Mary. Vin sat outside the door and would pace several times and then sit back down. The southerner could here him and smiled, the Texan was restless.
Downstairs, Chris sat in the living room reading a book, while Buck and Nathan played checkers.
In the Com room, the outside perimeter was quiet, Dr. Larabee, watched each surveillance camera. A few minutes later movement could be seen, a shadow began to approach the front door of the mansion.
“JD, I have movement.” The Doctor activated the infrared scanner.
The kid got up and went to the computer council. Punching several commands and he began to manipulate the image and zoom in on the shadow. The figure began to take on form and became the image of Detective Poplar.
“Doc, its Poplar. Maybe he finally believes?”
Josiah approach the screen, “I’ll tell Chris,” and left the Com room.
* * * * * * *
Chris looked up when he heard the big man enter.
“What’s up?” Chris stood.
“It’s Poplar, he’s outside. Looks like he’s come for a visit.”
“Great, that’s all we need.” There was no secret that Buck didn’t particularly like the man.
“Maybe we should just tell him it’s late for visiting hours.” Nathan suggested.
“You’re a regular comedian, you know that?” Buck laughed.
Nathan just shrugged his shoulders as he went to open the door. As the medical doctor approached the front door and then reached for the doorknob, a cold chill passed through him. He took a long look at the knob and when the sensation passed, he laughed to himself for feeling foolish.
Nathan turned the knob and opened the door, it was just after midnight, “good evening Detective.” Nathan greeted.
“Evening Dr. Jackson, I know its late, but I saw the lights on in several rooms and wondered if anything was wrong?”
“Ah… no Detective nothing is wrong, er… would you like to come in?”
“If its not too much trouble?” Poplar asked.
“No, actually we’re all up anyway.” Nathan allowed the man to enter and the two men moved from the front foyer to the living room.
Chris approached both men and extending his hand greeted Detective Poplar, “Detective this is an unexpected surprise.”
He smiled, “I know its late, I remembered what you said about the 9th and your theory. I would like to see if it pans out;” by way of explanation.
Buck rolled his eyes, groaning at the intrusion. Josiah smiled, seeing the gregarious mans dislike of the detective show, its not often Buck gets riled.
“Well, your welcome to stay,” Chris motioned for Poplar to sit. Josiah followed, leaving Buck and Nathan to resume there game. “How are the Nichols Brothers doing?” Chris asked knowing that two of those brothers were outside the mansion.
“My men are keeping tabs on them, they shouldn’t give you any trouble.” Poplar assured. “I am curious, you’re that sure something will happen tonight?”
Josiah answered, “Logically none of this should have happen. The same women should not have to die and especially not in the same way. But they did. So, we have to assume that the killer believes himself to be the real Jack the Ripper.” He shrugged hoping that made some sense.
Poplar shook his head; “I just find it too impossible.”
“Yet here you are.” Josiah remarked.
The Detective smiled, “yes, well one needs to keep an open mind.” Looking around he noticed not all the men were present. “Where are the others?”
“Ezra and Vin are upstairs and JD’s playing on the computer. Which is my cue to make sure all our equipment is working.” Josiah nodded to Poplar and walked back to the Com Room.
Part Ten:
Ezra opened the door as quietly as possible so as not wake Mary, peering outside he called to the Texan. “Did someone just knock on the door?” Even upstairs you could hear the wrap of a swift knock to solid oak.
Vin nods, “yeah, its Poplar. He’s downstairs with the others.” At Ezra’s raised eyebrows he just shrugged his shoulders not understanding either.
Ezra went back inside.
“What is it?” Mary asked; she woke up not really able to sleep.
“Its nothing, Mrs. Travis, just Detective Poplar paying a call.”
She got up and put on her robe.
“Mrs. Travis you should get some rest.”
“Really, Mr. Standish, do you believe I could get any rest knowing what I do?”
He smiled, realizing the truth of the matter, “well then how are you at poker?”
“Actually, not very good, however, I’m better at gin.” She replied.
* * * * * * *
Back downstairs in the Com Room, Josiah return with the news that Poplar would be staying to help.
The vigil from midnight to three seemed almost infinite, with the clock ticking forward ever forward. Everyone was charged by what would come and yet everyone hoping it would not come. A no-win situation are the only words to describe every ones thoughts, you just couldn’t have it both ways.
JD kept monitoring every security camera posted outside, Josiah checking any anomaly that there sensitive equipment would pick-up. Dr. Larabee made sure all the equipment through out the house was still functioning; no last minute clichés would be tolerated.
* * * * * * *
It was 3:30 a.m., from time to time someone would steal a look at the nearest clock, the tick tock sound was louder then usual, as a pin could have been heard if dropped. No one spoke or moved. Every one was tuned to any noise that was out of place.
Mary lost interest in gin and began to pace back and forth, keeping a vigilant eye on the clock in the room.
“Mary, please sit down, you’ll wear yourself out, not to mention making me dizzy.” Ezra voiced.
She stopped and turned to look at the southerner, shame face at her own nervousness. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She whispered, but not low enough that Ezra couldn’t hear her.
The southerner got up from his chair and walked over to her, “everything is going to be all right, come on lets have a seat.” He guided her back to a chair he had placed earlier near his own while playing cards.
Frustrated, “I just wish it was over with.” She sighed.
“Ah know,” he took her hand in his to try and calm her smiling to ease her tension. She slumped back on her chair and closed her eyes.
The clock continued to count the seconds, the tick tock still could be heard much too loudly in the quiet house.
Part Eleven:
It was now 3:42 a.m., inside the Com Room, the motion detectors identified movement, and “we have movement.” JD nearly shouted getting out of his seat.
Josiah went out to inform the others.
“Can you see where the movement originated? I’m not picking up any movement with the infra red scan.” Dr. Larabee commented.
“I can’t be sure, but it looked like the southeast path.” The kid answered.
“All right, I’ll monitor from here, you tell the others. Make sure they have their head gear on, should they go out.”
“Right Doc.” JD dashed out to give them current Intel. The kid’s adrenaline had just kicked in.
In the living area, JD joined the others, “Chris, Doc still hasn’t picked up any more, but said if you go out make sure you got the head gear on.”
From upstairs Vin leaned over the railing looking down, “Chris, what’s going on?”
Looking up, “not sure, stay with Ezra and Mary.”
“Okay,” he answered going inside the room.
Chris looked to his closest and most trusted friend, “Buck you and Nathan come with me, we’re going outside. Josiah you stay here with JD and Poplar.”
“All right, be careful.” Josiah replied.
Grabbing their headgear, the three men head outside, in the direction of southeast.
* * * * * * *
Vin entered Mary’s room.
“Mr. Tanner, what news do you have?” Ezra stood shielding Mary.
“Not sure yet, Chris went outside to check it out.”
“Will he be all right?” Mary asked.
Ezra decided to help the blushing man, “Mr. Tanner is correct, you are safe Mrs. Travis.
She nodded her head, grateful for their presence.
* * * * * * *
Downstairs JD was checking all the windows, to make sure they were secure; Josiah was checking the doors, front and back, this left Poplar alone.
Poplar edge to the staircase that led upstairs, his hands becoming clammy and his dark eyes seem to become darker still. He took his first step then a second, as he was about to take a third, Josiah returned.
“Poplar, is something wrong?” He asked, no one but the team was allowed upstairs.
“I thought I heard something. I was about to go and investigate.” He replied.
“You stay down here, I’ll go check it out.” Poplar didn’t reply merely stared upstairs, Josiah climbed the first two steps as he pass the third Poplar attacked.
* * * * * * *
The two men upstairs heard a loud thud; followed by a crash. Vin stood and headed for the front door, Ezra pulled Mary behind him.
As the Texan reached for the knob it was push forward, throwing him back and he landed at the foot of the southerner.
Ezra looked at the man who stood at the door, it was Poplar, but not. The southerner didn’t understand how it occurred, but he could feel that the person in front of him had to have come from hell.
The man, if he could be called that, entered the room and headed for Ezra and Mary.
“Ezra, what’s happening?” Mary shouted; there seem to be the sound of a storm, which followed the man inside the room. As he approached them, the objects around him seem to have a life of there own as nothing stood in his ways, everything was simply flung aside to make room for his approach.
“Mary get back,” Ezra pushed her back and threw himself at the man only to be thrust aside as if he were a rag doll.
Poplar gazed at Mary as she screamed.
* * * * * * *
JD returned to the living room and quickly saw Josiah on the floor, “Josiah!” He rushed to the man.
The big man started to get up as the kid reached him. “JD where’s Poplar?” He gasped, his ribs felt like they were on fire.
“I don’t know, what happen?”
“Damn, kid get Chris and the others, Poplar’s the Ripper, he must have headed upstairs.” He got up.
“Shit,” JD exclaimed, but stood his ground as he helped the psychiatrist to stand.
In a stern voice, “JD, get Chris now.” Pushing the kid to get him moving, JD ran instead to the Com Room remembering that they had their headgear on.
Josiah went upstairs hoping the three were still alive.
* * * * * * *
Chris, Buck and Nathan finally caught up with their trespasser.
Chris managed to tackle him, only he didn’t know the guy wasn’t alone and the second man attacked him. Thank god for Buck and Nathan as they grabbed each man off their friend.
Their leader and friend looked up, glaring daggers at his assailants. “What the hell are you two doing here?” He growled out as he stood, dusting himself off.
“You heard the man,” Buck had one of the men in a chokehold, hoping to entice the man to cooperate.
“Let my brother go,” The other yelled.
“So, what are you doing here?” Nathan asked this time.
The one Nathan held decided to answer, “all right, just don’t hurt my brother.” So Nathan released his as did Buck.
“Now lets hear it boys,” the ladies man encouraged.
“Poplar said you had the man who killed my sister.” John, the youngest brother said.
“What,” Chris was starting to get one of those bad feelings.
“You heard what my brother said, you got that bastard in your house, because you think he doesn’t know what he did. Something about spilt personalities.”
“What,” Chris said again, it seem that that was the favorite word for the evening.
“Shit, Chris?” Buck looked at him also getting a bad feeling.
Just as Chris was about to answer, his radio came on. “Son, we need you back at the mansion,” was the urgent message from his father.
“Shit, the guys are in trouble.” They ran back to the mansion.
JD was waiting for them at the door, three men, followed closely by the two Nichols brothers; all went through the front doors.
“Chris, Josiah went upstairs,” JD stated.
“Get back to the Com Room, you be ready, we’re headed upstairs.” The kid hesitated, he wanted to go with them, but at the same time he was afraid. “Now JD, get back with my father.” He pushed the boy to get him going.
Chris ran upstairs, Buck and Nathan hot on his heels. The two Nichols brothers stood at the bottom of the stairs wondering if they should get any more involved. The sounds coming from the room were ungodly.
“John, I think we should get out of here now.” The older brother suggested.
“What about Ma, she wants us to take care of Mary’s killer.”
Michael looked at his younger brother, anger in his eyes. “You want to go upstairs, listen can you hear it. I am not going up there no-way in hell.” He stormed out of the mansion not caring if John followed him.
John looked up the stairs; the sounds coming from the room at the top were indeed ungodly. The younger brother followed behind Michael’s steps.
* * * * * * *
Chris entered the room; it looked like a tornado had hit. Every piece of furniture was thrown haphazardly across the small room.
Chris saw Vin on the floor unconscious or dead, he wasn’t moving. Ezra also lay on the floor in the same condition. Josiah was battling the killer, it looked like Poplar, but the face and body seem to be grotesquely misshapen. Mary was on the floor near them screaming.
Chris took all this information as only seconds began to pass. Mary’s screams startled him into action, as he charged the killer to help the big man.
Nathan also sprang into action running over to Ezra, while Buck went over to Vin. The ladies man pulled the tracker away from the attack.
“Vin,” Buck roused the young man, who only groan, “come on junior, time to get up.” The Texan open his eyes, blinked a couple of times, “that’s right time to wake up.”
“Bucklin,” the ladies man smiled, at the trackers confusion.
“Right, lets get you out of here.”
He got up and saw the fight going on behind him. “Chris,” he looked over at Buck. “We have to help him.” He voiced his concern.
“I know that, I got to get you out first.” He replied.
“No, I’m okay, help Chris.” Buck looked over at his two friends, nodded once and went to grab Mary.
Mary’s mouth was hung open in another scream; Buck grabbed her pushing her out of the way.
* * * * * * *
JD, turn on all the power grid equipment, Dr. Larabee was looking through the camera lens at the destruction of the room, and the battle going on upstairs. He gasped when he saw his son join the fight.
“JD, more power now.”
“But,”
“No Buts now.” JD did as told hoping that the back loop wouldn’t damage the computer program. The kid wasn’t sure what would happen, the program was just so new.
JD switched all power including all the reserve to open the other side.
Upstairs at the same moment the whole room lit up and a large vortex appeared.
The Ripper tossed aside Chris and Josiah, as the vortex appeared. Poplar brought both his hands to cover his face, shielding his eyes from the intensity of the bright lights. The Ripper could feel the vortex trying to take him. He wasn’t going to go easily.
Vin also shielded his eyes, he could see the Ripper pulling away from the vortex, and the young Texan knew he couldn’t allow that. The Ripper had to go.
So, using all his strength, Vin jumped up from the floor and came face to face with the Ripper. Behind the killer, he saw the four women, they were all there, including a man, he wondered if it was Arthur, but didn’t have time to ponder that as he charged forward pushing the Ripper back.
Arthur grab the Ripper as the four women who died also grabbed him, together all five pulled him through the hole, suddenly more power surged through the room, making it even brighter than before.
The whole room was nothing more than a mass of white light.
The Ripper was pulled into the vortex; Vin could not turn away from the scene before him. Just as the room became a brilliant white light, the Texan screamed and then fell to the ground. The sound and the light were gone.
A few minutes pass, a groan was heard followed by another, and then another.
Ezra moved; opening his eyes there was nothing but darkness.
“Ezra, can you hear me.”
“Doc,” the southerner called out.
“Yes,” he paused for a moment waiting for the young man to look at him. “Tell my son, I love him very much.” He sighed looking away for a moment, “and tell him I’m so proud of him.” Dr. Larabee looked at Ezra again, and smiled at him, and then he was gone.
Epilogue:
Vin was taken to the hospital, Buck stayed at the mansion with JD to clean the place. Chris, Ezra were also taken to the hospital and treated for minor injuries. Josiah and Nathan also went with them to insure they cooperated.
Later the four men were now waiting to hear about their young friend.
“Chris,”
“Yeah,”
“Your father wanted me to relay a message.” Chris looked at the southerner.
After everything that happen JD told him that his father was gone, the program burned itself out. The kid could not find any trace of his father; he was gone, really gone. Chris didn’t reply, just stared at the young man.
“He wanted to let you know that he loved you and was very proud of you.”
Chris closed his eyes and swallowed the lump that had form there. His only reply was a nod of acceptance.
Just then the attending physician at Denver Memorial entered the waiting room. He knew these men were not going to like his news.
Nathan saw the approaching Doctor, “Mitch,” he called.
“Nathan,” he smiled a little, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Nathan could see they would be receiving bad news.
“How’s Vin?” The doctor in Nathan surfaced.
The others gathered to hear what was going to be said.
“I’m afraid the damage to Mr. Tanner’s eyes is more severe than we first thought.” He paused a moment, he had to tell them. “There is no hope gentlemen, Mr. Tanner will never see again.” He stated with finality.
“Oh, Lord,” Ezra gasped sitting down.
“Damnit,” Chris cursed.
“My, God,” Josiah sent a prayer.
“Are you sure Mitch?” Nathan asked.
“I’m afraid so, all color pigmentation around the cornea has been burn and the retina damaged, there is just no hope, not even a transplant would bring his sight back. I’m sorry.”
The four men couldn’t believe it. How was Vin going to function, his whole life was based on his sight. He was a tracker, Chris thought.
“Have you told him?” Chris switched to leader and friend mode.
“He knows, you can go visit with him, he’s been sedated, so he’ll be a little groggy.” The doctor stated as he showed them Vin’s room.
* * * * * * *
Several weeks had pass; the whole Ripper situation was finally over, the four women once they took there killer, vanished. Arthur too disappeared with farewell thanks, his debt repaid for Ezra’s help in discovering his own killer.
Poplar’s body was buried with honors there was no proof they could tell the authorities that his body, soul or whatever was used in the ritual killings.
As for Mary, she survived, a little more enlighten into the world of the unknown.
* * * * * * *
Vin remained in his room, refusing to allow any visitors, except for the housekeeper Mrs. Potter.
Ezra had enough of the Texan’s self pity and entered his room. “Good morning Mr. Tanner,” he called.
“Get out Standish,” All civility gone.
“I can’t do that my friend, you need to deal with this.”
“I don’t got to deal with shit, not get out.” He yelled.
The southerner sighed, “please Vin, you are scaring the others, me included. You must deal with this.”
Tears flowed down his cheeks; Ezra walked over to him and sat in the bed, and took the Texan in his arms.
The others had trouble looking into the Texan’s eyes; they no longer showed any of the brilliant sapphire eyes that they’d grown used too, instead his pupils were glazed over with a white milky color.
Ezra had no trouble, used to the strangeness that always seemed to follow him. However, this time when he looked at them something he hadn’t noticed before changed.
“Vin,” he called quietly, “do you see anything at all?” He asked.
He looked directly at the southerner, “I ain’t sure what I see, makes no sense.”
“Tell me,” He was looking at him, Vin had not done that before now.
“I keep seeing colors, but its still dark.”
“How do you mean?” Ezra tried again.
The Texan sighed not sure how to explain, he just shrugged, so Ezra helped him.
“These colors Vin where do you see them?” He asked.
“Well, like your face, at lease I think it’s your face,” he said as he reached out to touch the southerner’s countenance.
Ezra took his hand, “that’s right, what colors do you see?” The southerner was getting excited. He had an idea, but needed more information.
“It looks like shades of reds, orange with bits of blue all swirled together.”
“Energy signatures, Vin my god, your sight I think its been altered.”
Vin frown, “what are you going on about.” He asked not sure he was going to like the answer.
He didn’t have time to explain, Ezra merely pulled the Texan out of bed and helped him to the Com Room, where the others, or at least most of them would be.
* * * * * * *
Nathan, Josiah and JD, began to test Ezra’s theory, hooking the Texan up with a lot of gizmos Vin couldn’t even pronounce let alone understand. It was an incredible theory, but they put their heads together to test the theory.
“Okay, Vin let’s try again, to your far left, tell me who you perceive.” Nathan asked.
Vin looked, seeing the dark hues of red and orange, swirling in different patterns, he smiled recognizing the sequence of the changes. “It’s Chris, then Josiah, next to him is JD then Ezra.” He looked behind him, “Buck’s over by the wall to the far right.
His smile widen at this new turn of events. He didn’t fully understand how this happen or how this could help the others as a team member, but he realized one thing he didn’t feel useless.
Then to his left near the door something walked in, Ezra also saw it. “Hey guys, who just came in, I don’t recognize him?” The Texan asked.
The others didn’t know what he was talking about, but Ezra knew.
“Well, Mr. Tanner it would seem not only can you see the human energy signatures, you can also see the signature of the living impair.” Ezra replied.
That startled the Texan, “what ya say?” He asked as he looked over at the southerner as the apparition spoke.
“I understand you help ghosts?” The specter said.
Ezra smiled as the young Texan groaned. He’d only just got use to the fact he could still see; now he would be able to see spirits too.
“Well looks, like we still have our tracker after all.” Josiah commented as the others smiled.
The End…
