Several weeks had gone by since the rave at Carnelian beach and Victor Savage , a police officer with the Obsidian Police Department, was on patrol in the early morning hours, looking into the disappearance Fawnie Dimple.
The beach had already been searched so he went to search around the young woman's home which she shared with her brother in Hematite. As he walked down the road, the smell from the sulfur swamps would cause his to close.
When he finally rounded the corner and arrived at the address her friend's had given, he'd sigh and roll his eyes as the landlord wasn't there yet. "Typical, these fucks are never on time."
He'd walk up to the front door and try the knob; it would jiggle but remain locked.
Victor would shrug, 'It was worth a try."
He'd decide to check the rest of the property out to get a feel for this place. The man would make his way around the house; peeking in the ground floor windows and trying the other doors. His 6'2 frame would make this fast and easy work.
Fawnie would drift through the waters until it reached the swamp in Hematite. She saw Noir Sirene wave goodbye and then Fawnie's nude body would slowly begin to rise from the murky waters, head first.
Her coarse raven hair as well as her curvy athletic physique would be covered in mud, seaweed, and moss as an unknown forced pushed her to the top.
The young woman had spent quite some time under the sea visiting the mermaid goddess. There, she learned more magic and was gifted the powers of water element and mind control. However, those gifts came with duties of protecting the swamp and all those who lived in or around it. She also must continue serving Noir Sirene as well.
Should Fawnie ignore any of the duties, she'd lose her powers and face severe punishment from the Goddess and the rest of her ancestors. Fawnie looked around as she stood naked and filthy on the top of water.
She couldn't help giggling at the fact that she could now do so without sinking. The dark skinned beauty sprinted to land and headed back to her home. It wouldn't be until she reached the front steps of the front door that she'd hear footsteps.
She froze in her steps. She then placed a hand over her breasts and the other over her pelvis in an attempt to cover herself while calling out, "Who is there? This is my home. If you leave now, there won't be any trouble."
Victor would be rather annoyed that the landlord still hadn't arrived and would make his way back to the front of the house. He'd hear a female voice and stop for a moment, listening.
He though it sounded like Fawnie, but wasn't sure from back there. He'd reach down and draw his firearm, a standard issue glock 22, just in case. He'd make his way to the front, his heart was racing, and he was praying it was her.
The officer saw the woman there and stopped dead in his tracks. It was a grim sight and not one he had even seen on a living body. Fawnie was covered from head to toe with mud from the swamp, and had moss or seaweed falling from her shoulders.
Though the voice was familiar, he'd raise and point the firearm in her direction, not exactly aiming it at her, as mistakes to happen, and it would be rather hard to explain how he shot the woman he was searching for.
"Fawnie, if that's you, get on the ground now! If it isn't identify yourself and why you're here."
His tone would be firm but friendly enough, and he hoped someone merely taken advantage of her at the rave, and tossed her body in the swamp after they were done, in an attempt to get rid of her, thinking that the creatures of bayou would do the dirty work for them as they so often did.
Fawnie recognized Victor's voice and lowered herself to the ground when she saw him aiming the gun. Victor watched as the woman obeyed his orders. He'd then take a couple of steps towards her before lowering his gun.
Once he was sure it was indeed the missing young woman, Victor held out a free hand and said, "Welcome home, Fawnie Dimple. Care to tell me what happened?"
Fawnie took Victor's hand and carefully stood from the ground while replying, "Thank you, Victor. I'd love to tell you what happened but I'd like to go inside and get cleaned up and clothed first, okay?"
Victor nodded and released her hand, allowing the young woman to rush to the door. He followed behind her of course. Fawnie would attempt to turn the knob and realize the door was locked.
She had left her backpack in Blue's truck that night at rave so she didn't have her keys. She'd have to use her new gift. Fawnie placed a hand on the knob and closed her eyes. All of her focus and energy would be used to imagine the door opening as she counted, "One. Two. Three." Upon opening her eyes, she'd hear the door click and would quickly enter.
Victor found it odd that the door had opened for her when he could've sworn it had been locked. He followed behind her and closed it behind him.
"I'll be just a minute" Fawnie whispered before rushing up stairs to the bathroom.
