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Elysium - chapter 3
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A/N: Just wanted to say thanks again for the wonderful reviews. Usually, I try to reply to them with a private message but, sadly, I can’t if you don’t have an account/return address. In any case, you’re praise is much appreciated. I do read what you send me.

Title: Elysium
Character POV: Norman Jayden, (Carter Blake), as well as inserts by the killer (Вбивця)
Rating: T (for the moment) for language and violence
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heavy Rain or any of its characters
*****Spoilers: This story takes place after the completion of the game if you’ve managed to keep everyone alive until the bitter end, but accidentally pulled the trigger in the enthused Nathaniel Williams’ apartment during his interrogation.
Summary: A letter from the dead drags Norman Jayden back to Philadelphia, PA, but between Triptocaine withdrawal and Blake’s witticism, he’ll be surprised if he comes out of this with his sanity intact.

He eyed the box warily for a moment, worried at what horrors he might find inside, before nodding at the door to his old, moth infested office and reaching for the sunglasses in the left breast pocket of his beaten coat. Acrimoniously, Blake leaned over to close it.

Norman whipped out the ARI.

The overhead lights dimmed, the colour of the room lost its lustre and Blake now stood perched on the very edge of his vision, a phantom in this synthetic plane of reality. As Norman slipped on the glove, the terrene came to life at his finger tips and he began the slow process of recording this session for future reference in his virtual, sublunary world.

He lifted the lid, set it aside and grabbed the first evidence bag off the top of the pile. The ARI immediately identified it as ‘costae fluitantes, vertebral rib XII’—the lowest rib, left side, male, broken in half so that all he held was the anterior end—decorated with a bright, yellow ribbon. The ARI identified no prints. No match for the victim’s DNA either, presenting Norman with what he feared to be the first of many John Does. Staring down at the twenty other bags stacked in the box, the ARI commending each rib to memory—some female, some from the right side of the body—Norman was faced with a sea of strangers, identifiable only by the colour of their bows. Not one of the victims was on file.

Norman supposed he didn’t have to ask Blake whether or not he already checked the Missing Persons reports lately. Already having inspected the precinct’s database, the ARI told him the first bone was delivered anonymously to the police a little over five years ago. Seeing as no bodies had obviously been picked up by the police department yet and that no story on this serial killer had been made public in the last couple of years, Norman wondered briefly if these victims were what the media liked to think of as “nobodies”, the homeless and the voiceless, people who slipped between the cracks without ever being noticed.

He hoped this wasn’t a House Cleaner, a serial killer with the self-appointed duty of pecking off the less desirable members of society in the belief that he was doing everyone else a favour. Then again, House Cleaner’s didn’t necessarily send the police evidence detailing every murder. Their victims meant nothing to them...

Through the plastic bag, Norman stared at the yellow bow.

“He expects us to find the bodies.”

“Then why the hell send us the souvenirs?”

Norman placed the rib back on the top of the pile and closed the lid. His mouth felt dry. “It’s an identification system. Both letters mentioned a ribbon tied to the victim’s wrist—each victim has a corresponding ribbon here on their rib. It’s how he’s helping us keep track of his victims.”

Blake muttered something under his breath. Norman thought it sounded a hell of a lot like ‘sick son of a bitch’ but he could’ve been mistaken.

“What does our list of suspects look like?”

“Longer than the goddamn bible. He frequented several Catholic churches over the course of the week and belonged to a therapy group run by his psychiatrist, Dr. Leroy Jones. Williams would rant at anybody with the time to listen.”

“Any family in Philadelphia?” He inquired.

“No, but his neighbours tell me he has a nephew in Trenton that’s gonna to drop by his apartment sometime this week to clear out the place. He’ll have a hell of a time getting all those crosses off the wall.”

Norman could remember the crosses—the alters, the pills, the writing on the walls—and Nathaniel Williams, tall and fidgety, duly alarmed to find a federal agent and the so-called ‘Antichrist’ mucking around in what should’ve been his sanctuary. Nathaniel Williams didn’t deserve to die, even if his death brought to light the agenda of another serial killer. Norman wasn’t too keen on this ‘For the Greater Good’ business.

Slipping off the ARI glasses, Norman tucked them away in his coat pocket and rubbed the bridge of his nose tenderly. He had to start cutting back on his virtual time.

It’s was giving him a hell of a migraine.

“Where do you want to start?” he asked, ignoring the look Blake gave him when he glanced at the lieutenant. The older man was quietly peeling back Norman’s layers with his eyes. “Neighbours, parishioners or this Dr. Leroy Jones?”

“I have Detective Ash nosing around the apartment in case anyone decides to drop by. I say we start with Dr. Jones.”

The psychiatrist, of course. To be honest, that would’ve his first choice too. Norman wanted to know if the man had really prescribed Nathaniel all those pills or if Williams had alternative methods of getting his hands on a few drugs. More than a just few, actually. Nathaniel had a swarm of bottles scattered everywhere in apartment but the living room.

“Jones it is then,” he murmured in accession, following the lieutenant out into the hall. As they beelined through the fray, pausing briefly so Blake could snatch the car keys off the top of his desk, Norman caught sight of Captain Perry watching him from across the room. The man didn’t say anything, didn’t move either, but he really didn’t have to. The look said it all.

‘Don’t screw with us.’

Norman averted his eyes, pretending he didn’t see anything at all.

Everyone knew he had a thing for stepping on toes.

---------------- [~*~Carter Blake~*~] -----------------

He couldn’t say that he enjoyed having the FBI back in Philadelphia but it was something of a relief when Captain Perry informed him Norman Jayden had received a letter similar to his own only a day ago and was currently en route to sort things out. Carter had no patience for all this Antichrist crap. Even less so if he was the only one that had to deal with it.

Since Boston was a far cry for Jayden to drive, the kid left his vehicle back home and Carter took uncontested reign over the car. Jayden bitched when he almost ran a red light but kept mostly to himself until they reached Leroy’s quaint, little clinic by the river valley, a brick, two-storey building the doctor apparently shared with two of his fellow specialists.

When Carter killed the engine, Jayden’s hand absently edged toward the sunglasses in his coat pocket before he seemingly realized what he was doing and lifted his hand a little further to fix his collar instead. The little scene didn’t go unnoticed by Carter.

The kid was odd.

Carter honestly didn’t have a clue what was wrong with Jayden and his specs. The kid used them once for his presentation in the Origami debriefing and Carter had seen the ethereal, blue glow behind the lenses on more than one occasion, almost as though the FBI had managed to squeeze a computer into the tiny glasses and told their agents to have a go at it. He’d walked in on Jayden moving invisible files with his hands before, murmuring ‘ARI Comment’ every now and again before going into great detail about their assignment. It obviously worked well as an aid and Jayden never left his office without it.

Obviously something was wrong with it now.

Or Jayden.

Carter preferred the latter.

The sun took a moment to shine as they marched through the front entrance and into the reception area. The secretary, a petite woman with a severe bun and a doleful look, stared at them over the rim of her spectacles before asking, meekly, who they were and if they had made an appointment. When Carter asked to see Nathaniel’s psychiatrist, she looked down at her keyboard and shook her head. This did not bode well.

“If you tell me he’s skipped town, we’re going to have a problem, Miss.”

“No officer,” she replied quietly.

“Then what’s the problem?”

Her glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose and she paused to push them back into place. Pleadingly, she glanced at Jayden, obviously drawn in by his youth and calm demeanour, hoping he would take a gentler approach with their little interrogation.

Jayden opened his mouth to speak—

Hey—look at me, lady.”

—and shot Carter a dirty look out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s really quite unfortunate that you came today,” the woman explained.

He was getting tired of beating around the bush, so he shifted the weight between his feet and leaned against the secretary’s counter, blocking her view of Jayden. “And why’s that?”


“—He’s dead.”

Both he and Jayden turned simultaneously to look at the young fellow that poked his head out into the hallway. The plate by his office door read ‘Dr. Jonathon Kord’ and he looked tired. “You’re talking about Leroy Jones, right?”

Jayden nodded.

“Then yeah—he’s dead.”

“Since when?”

“Since yesterday. The guy had a heart attack.”

Dr. Kord disappeared back into his office and Carter stood there quietly for a second or two. He glanced at Jayden, who glanced at him, and then there was a moment where he was almost certain they were on the same page.

Leroy’s death seemed awfully convenient.

Needless to say, neither of them was pleased with the development.


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Hey, I just read the first three chapters of this and really enjoyed them... so I thought I'd check if this has really been discontinued?

Eep, no, not discontinued. Just forgotten, heh. I hope to continue it again soon.

Thanks for the review. ;)

Wow, 18month later reply, lol! :)

Glad to hear that it's not discontinued!

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