A fragile hand tipped the barricade line slightly upward, granting the female who went over the line access to witness the crime scene first hand. Gently bouncing between her breasts stood the identification card, with the initials CSI. Her name placed under, along with a non photogenic passport of her.
Millie Roderic a woman no less than thirty, at most twenty seven strutted carefully around the crime scene, her eyes zeroing on her colleges who were already at work.
Millie had a knack for always being the last one there.
And as a CSI photographer, she was certain to lose her job in the near or distant future.
"Perfect time as always Roderic." The crime scene leader called out to her, halting her steps. They both stood above the others who carefully examined the crime scene in the club.
Leaving the upper room untouched.
"Traffic was a bust, and I got lost somehow, this place is hard to find." Millie responded, keeping her cool. She was on probation, and this was her second strike.
"Come late one more time and you're fired, there are more than one incompetent photographers around." Her tacky boss said, glaring openly at her.
Millie passed him an affirmative, and gripped her camera, hinting that she was intending to take pictures for the investigation. He gave her the go ahead, shooing her away from him, while he went to have a word with forensics.
Millie took out two gloves that she bought on her way, and slipped them on carefully, avoiding coming in contact with any implicating evidence.
She took quite a number of photos, making sure not to leave any bit of the room idle, every photo was essentially for the secondary walk through process.
"It's safe to assume that the stripper in here probably threw a vase through this window, broken vase pieces were found at the foot of the building..." An evaluative voice gripped Millie's attention.
"Precisely, we can sum the damage here as a possible case of struggle and self defense. Maybe one of the VIPs got handsy, and the stripper was provoked." The arrogant voice of Milo said.
He was a CSI technician whose main job was to gather evidence to be sent over to the forensics lab for analysing and processing.
But he was nothing more than an airhead, and coincidentally, Millie's twin brother.
{Bullshit, that's just a bullshit deduction, there are barely traces of struggle here, and their hypothesise is flawed.}
Her idiot twin loved to feed off on other's intelligence and pass it off as his own. He had the crime scene leader eating out of the palm of his hand.
"Once again you've proven just how negligent you are towards substantial evidence." Millie divulged, with an unmistakable glint of cockiness spread across her face, stemming from her high cheekbones to the look in her eyes.
"It's common knowledge that the position of glass fractures play a vital role in crime assessing. When the projectile that comes in contact with the glass shatters it, the radial and concentric fractures tend to gather and land on the inside of the room, if the force is from the outside, that is. Then the direct opposite happens if the force is from the inside." Millie explained.
"And it seems as though there was one than one kind of projectile, seeing as the pattern of the glass fractures aren't similar to each other." Millie deduced, her thumb half way in her mouth.
"The real mystery here is the kind of projectile used here, obviously it can't be a bullet, and the damage caused doesn't resemble any regular old weapon. It's horrifying and exhilarating to imagine the kind of technology our perpretrator must have employed here." Were Millie's ending conclusion.
Leaving her audience sour, of course they expected this from Millie, she was very... problematic. If she wanted to be.
Millie was gloating, she wasn't trying to, but she just couldn't stand to watch how Milo gathered so much praise from being an absolute ignoramus.
"Someone might think that you had a hand in the crime little sis. Just stick to taking those pictures and butt your nose out of our job." Milo distinctly enuciated.
Mille opened her mouth to defend herself, but her buzzing phone stole her attention, tearing her away from the conversation.
"Yeah?." She casually said into the phone, her eyes all over the room, noticing the splashes of splatted blood dried to the wall in a clean swipe.
{No bullet could have caused the blood to land in that way, my best bet is a blade...a sword?!.}
"She's awake?!." Millie yelled into the phone carelessly, her sudden outburst costed the evidence collectors a clean sample of swabbed blood.
Millie nervously ended the call, taking the camera off her neck, walking away from the upstairs crime scene.
"Headed off so early?." The voice of the leader asked, he wasn't being harsh, neither was he sounding receptive either.
"Witness investigation." Millie slyly retorted, changing into her heels which she took off to change into a new off white canvas.
*********
"You're all checked out, there's no damage done, you just have to take the painkillers for the side effects of the antibiotics. There was a trace of bacterium in your right palm." The doctor explained, wearing a professional smile on her face.
Karla knew all that already, her hand must have been exposed to all sorts of shit, the cut was horrific.
{How am I going to handle the bills? Shit!. If I've been out for three nights, that leaves a measly three days to get the life tax.} Karla analysed.
"There's someone here to see you." A nurse said walking in with a bag of Karla's pain killers, her soothing voice pulling Karla out of her thoughts.
"A Roderic..."
The door swung open, and a brown haired woman stormed inside the room, holding a small sports bag.
"Look who decided to finally resurrect from the dead..." Millie deadpanned, her deep brown eyes taking a full sweep of the hospital room.
"Mills!. Am so lucky you're the first one to grace me from my slumber." Karla said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"Sarcastic bastard!." Millie murmured, walking closer to her best friend who sat bedridden, listening to the babbles from her companions.
The doctor gave them their privacy, dragging the nurse with her, leaving both friends to converse freely.
"I missed your cockiness." Millie voiced out, taking out the burger she snuggled for Karla in the sports bag. Karla found it humourous, how unaffectionate Millie acted towards her, but how her actions proved otherwise.
"You miss my brain, how were you holding up at work without me giving you pointers?." Karla asked, taking a bite out of her smuggled breakfast.
"Am doing good. Still in Milo's shadow, but overall am giving him an ass whopping anytime I get the chance." Millie replied, the work cocky radiating from her.
"Did you speak to Addie? He hasn't been here yet." Karla issued, sitting up to properly eat her food.
"No, he's been off the grid too, haven't heard a word from him for the past two days." Millie said. Her eyes assessing Karla, right from her eyebrows to her neck, down to both her arms.
"If you're going to ask me then just go ahead, and no, I don't remember a swig of what happened." Karla said, reading her friend's mind.
"The twins are fine, and your mom's stopped worrying, I had to lie and tell her you were conscious. Change into these and let's get out of here and find you a job." Millie explained, pulling out a dress from the sports bag.
"I hate it when you dress me up!." Karla complained, pouting and whining like a child who was deprived of candy.
Millie cocked her a grin, shoving the remains of the unhealthy breakfast into the sports bag before anyone with any medical expertise walked inside.
"Am outside." Mille informed her, strutting out of the room, clutching tightly unto the sports bag.
{Something definitely is not right in this situation, and something tells me that Karla knows exactly what.} Millie reasoned on her way out.
Karla stared intently at the dress on her laps, as though she was reading something important off it.
Next, her eyes trailed to her palm, something about the injury just seemed so primal to her. She used her left index finger to caress the wound, the sensuality of familiarity overwhelming her.
*********
*Spark?!.*
(Flashes of light and fast moving images splattered over the film roll of her mind.)
"Aaagh!." Her parched voice screeched loudly, startling her, causing her to flinch in her seat.
*Slip*
Drops of blood above her vision and the conscious feeling of falling was what jolted Karla out of her thoughts immediately.
*********
"What the hell was that? A memory?." Karla asked out loud, staring incredulously at her palm, which was just bloody moments ago.