Quantico, Virginia
Kristopher Wilde's Point Of View
Damn. How I hate mornings.
It was regular Tuesday morning when I got to the office building. I recently got myself a cup of black coffee when I got inside. When I got to my office, I've noticed there's some paperwork on my desk that needs to be done. Oh the joy of being a special agent. Here I am, sitting at my desk to go through. I was in the middle of doing paperwork when someone knocked on my door. I looked up to see who it is; it was Agent Downs.
"Wilde, We've got a case," she announced.
"I'll be right there," I replied.
As soon as she leaves the room, I immediately got up and head to the conference room to join the others. My name is Kristopher Wilde, Special Agent Kristopher Wilde. I've been in the Behavioral Analysis Unit for three years. My specialty is criminal profiling where I profile unknown criminal subjects based on their behaviors. I started out as a trainee when I was only 22 years old; I've just been promoted to special agent last month. Throughout the month after my promotion I've been doing both but paperwork until today where I got my very first case as a special agent. I sure do hope this one would be more exciting.
I entered the conference room and found that everyone else had already been there. There's fellow Agents Kourtney Downs, Bradley Ross, Morgan Mitchell, Oliver Wallace, Isabelle Cooper, our tech analyst Rene Thompson and of course Supervisory Hugh Lawrence. On each seats were files, I assume it's about the case. All, except Rene, were all seated. As soon as I took my seat, we got started; we all opened our files. Thompson pulled up two images of a girl onscreen. One was her school photo to show what she looked like before she died while the other was of her after.
"Just a few days ago, a female body was discovered in a park by walker while out walking his dog that morning," he informed.
"Her body was torn apart as if she was attacked by a pack of dogs," commented Wallace.
"The local police thought it was some sort of animal attack but there were no wild animals nearby the town nor where there any sort of animal that's capable of making such a mess," Thompson explained.
"What do we know about the victim?" Asked Lawrence.
"The victim was high school student Kayleigh George," Thompson continued, "She was last seen by her parents on a Friday night, when she told them she was going out with her friends but next morning, they've found she never came home after that night. Her body hasn't been found until three days later."
"There's no sexual assault on anywhere," Cooper pointed out, "He was more interested in carnage rather than sex. That just rules out possible rapists."
"Do you think it's the work of a cannibal?" Mitchell suggested.
"I doubt it," I disagreed, "He would have used some sort of tools to hack her to pieces. This one, it looked like he just used his teeth and nails to rip her apart."
"Look at the dirt that's smeared all over her body," Ross pointed out. I took a closer look at the photograph of the corpse; there was indeed dirt smeared onto the flesh.
"Do you think it's some kind of remorse?" Suggested Downs.
"Either that or he's saving her for later if it turns out there is a cannibal after all," I suggested.
"I trust she's not the only victim?" Inquired Lawrence.
"As a matter of fact, she isn't," Thompson answered, pressing a button on the remote. Appearing on the screen is are two pictures, before and after, of a young girl of African American descent. Meet Ammber Carr, high school student but not from River Valley but she's from Mill Spring which is close. She was murdered two weeks ago. Like Kayleigh she was last seen by her family, never been heard of since until her body was found near the Black River." He pressed another button and another pair of photographs appeared but this time is a boy. "And a few weeks before Ammber was Anthony Marshall. Same thing with him, he goes out, never came home and turns up dead all butchered up also from River Valley."
"Seems like he doesn't have race preferences nor with gender," Lawrence observed.
"Basically anyone will do as long as they're of opportunity," Ross added in.
"Not to mention the fact that there's a pattern, the time seems to vary," Mitchell added, "Every few weeks he hunts them and kills them."
"Do we have any ideas how?" Wallace Inquired.
"Not yet." Thompson answered.
"Why is it that Ammber is the only one who's not from River Valley?" I asked.
"Well, River Valley is notorious for its strange disappearances," Thompson answered.
"Why are they just now contacting us?" I asked another question.
"As I've said, a handful of teenagers has been disappearing and hardly any corpses were found until now," Thompson explained.
"Meaning there could be more victims from the past," Lawrence deduced, "It's imperative that we leave immediately. Wheels up in thirty." As soon as Lawrence ended the meeting, we all got up and started to prepare for departure for Mississippi.
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At my apartment, I was almost done packing my suitcase for departure. I did said I was hoping something exciting would happen, I just never thought it would be in my home town after all these years. I was eighteen when I left to enroll in the FBI Academy. I haven't been back to River Valley for four years. Now because of Fate itself, I'm going back. I finished packing up and started making my journey towards home.