-Present-
Pithos woke up with a very annoying alarm practically blaring into her ears a quite iconic song, "Who lives under a pineapple under the se-" well, there goes the alarm clock.
"María, stop throwing your alarm clocks!"
Pithos throws on her long black coat and her red pyrope jewel pendant in a teardrop shape. The only thing she knew came from her mother; through her sister, the pendant was passed down to her, her heritage once her sister's body had been found. Pithos always tells herself daily that one day she'd find the world's most perplexing horrific cutthroat serial killer—a murderer who viewed life as a literal game. The serial killer indeed shows where he gets his name, Feargain. Pithos reflecting on her sister caused her to turn to her large board of "horrors," as Tommy liked to call it, but the deaths that followed from Feargain were pasted onto a large board that covered most of her entire room, red threads everywhere from the ceiling to the other walls of her room. Red lines back to the board; nothing able to connect to who Feargain could be; after all, Pithos was the only one out of 100 young adults to survive decades from this monster.
The law enforcement would get small riddles and letters, among other items belonging to those he had killed, that led nowhere. He had once sent a letter of anger, anger directed to Pithos, he knew where Pithos is now, he learned about her disorder, so he laid off...not death for many years yet, he would send letters talking about people he murdered, yet the enforcement never found the bodies although, he would gruesomely describe how, where he took their life, slowly. Feargain consistently throughout the years, Feargain practically laughed at the law enforcement's attempts to save those whose lives were lost.
Pithos was always asked to join as a consultant, a detective like Sherlock Holmes or Shawn Spencer, and her friend, Thomas David.
Ah, Thomas David, Tommy; Pithos best friend, in denial to be anything more, although she knows she's in denial, fear; fears always there.
Tommy was always there for Píthos María Pandora. Píthos met Thomas when he wanted to find out what truly happened to his mother. Thomas never knew who killed his mother; besides finding clues, those would lead nowhere until he met Píthos at the police enforcement.
-Rewind-
An eighteen-year-old yelling at Captain Jack could be heard coming from the Captain's office; pithos peaked her head in the office, interested at who could be yelling at the Captain...also to see if the person gets knocked out like a light. A boy about a year older than Pithos with fluffy black hair messed as if he hadn't touched a brush for a week, yelling.
"I told you already that my mother didn't drink; she was never drunk, she never took drugs. My mother had always lived a clean, pure life. I don't care what my father said or that he has an alibi. My mother never took taxis or cabs; she had germaphobia. It's proven through her doctor's records. My mom never killed herself! she held her own, and she held our whole family together-"
"Mr. David! It's been ruled an accident, and she was found dead in an ally way. She overdosed on cameras shown on the streets, and the stores she had been through caught nothing but her and her alone walking into the ally and never walking out!"
"But there were no cameras in the alleyway, so how do you know whether she overdosed or someone shoved them down her throat!! you people don't know how to do your job! the girl "you" policeman found wasn't even because of your so-called law enforcement, but because the girl herself made it out, she survived the world's most horrdenous serial killer, a bus driver found her, that bus driver adopted her she found the assistants, she was fourteen, yet you can't even figure out how-"
"Listen to here, you little bloody sh-"
"reopen the case," Pithos decided to walk in, let her presence known, scaring both Captain Jackson and Thomas, "Ria, the bloody he-"
"You heard me, reopen the case...I want to help; he's right. But, unfortunately, it doesn't add up."
"First off, no, Otto will kill me if I let you-"
"He said I am allowed to interfere as long as I don't get my hands on a gun. I could be of use to you in his exact words, 'help the old man,' specifically why you're 'watching me' while he's at work. Fluffy innit?"
"Fluffy? wait, are you-"
"Ok, yep, so if no cameras caught her overdosing and she never had a drug in her life, and she never drank that night, why would she start randomly, especially with a son she needed to show an example to. So I'm also guessing no alcohol was found in her blood system; why such randomity to go to an alleyway, sixteen miles away from her house at 10:30 PM. Don't even ask how I know about the details of this case. I remember all the details because first off, I was bored, and second off, you were yelling about it for days."
"Fluffy? wait, are you-"
"The unnamed 'girl' who survived Feargain? Yes, I am, don't bring that up again; it's stupid. After all, even I don't know how I made it out because I lost all my memories during my abduction, and I want to help you. During all the information for your mom, Mrs. David's case, I agree; it's not right, isn't it."
"Fine, Mr. Davi-"
"Don't even try to push me away from this. I'm helping Captain Jackson."
"Fine, Watstree, keep your eye on these two 'juveniles,'" asked Captain Jackson to a close friend of Píthos, deputy George Wattstree. "If I die, George, it's your fault- "You're not going to die unless you get a hand on a gun and accidentally shoot yourself," replied deputy George. "I will show you the ropes, Fluffy; oh wait, what's your name?" "Um, oh, the name's Thomas David, you could call me-" "Tommy, Tom, most important, Fluffy," "why fluff-" "Hair," "Ok then, nice to meet you, Píthos and I truly am thankful."
They never knew, that the event they'd never forget would lead to a blossoming friendship, who knows maybe more.