Goodbye Blue Sky 1

Preface

The names of places, organizations, and people are fictional. If anything/anyone shares the same name, it would be a coincidence.

The story is not completely filled with sex scenes. Only chapter 3 has particularly erotic content.

Being a male writer, I could not pretend to accurately depict the female characters' thoughts and emotions. I apologize for anything that appeared to be too much "how men write women".

The form is a combination of diaries, correspondence, and reports. I have tried my best to make the format understandable within the limit of plain text.

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Chapter 1: Away from the Blue Sky

[Diary of Madison Monroe, MD]

June 14, 2022

Today, I participated in two autopsies as an expert consultant. Both of them were determined to be police officers on duty. I do not care to repeat the technical details here as I exhausted that part of my mind today in the autopsy room.

In summary, victim one was shot, then stabbed fiercely through the heart; victim two was shot in the back of his head, execution style. Both victims had defensive wounds, indicating that they had fought the assailant.

It shocked me that life would pass away just like that. The officers weren't dead yet for 5 hours when we examined their bodies; there was zero sign of life. Even as an expert of human body, I could not pin point what make us recognizing life vs. lifeless. But the moment I saw the bodies, a scary chill sank my heart to the zero degree Kelvin. I could imagine them walking when they were alive; I could see the dead bodies lying on the tables; however, there was a particular gap between that imagination and that reality, which my brain refused to fill. In other words, despite knowing every detail of the killings, I still cannot picture

how

they dead.

But that was not yet the most thrilling part. My expertise was consulted due to an inexplicable phenomenon: the entire cerebellum was missing of victim one was missing. The same could not be determined for victim two as the bullet practically shredded every tissue in his skull.

Why? How? The cerebellum is absolute essential in regulating senses and movements. How can a person behave so normally that none of his colleague suspected an illness while missing the entire motor cortex? I don't understand.

There was no scar tissue anywhere to be found; the removal of the organ left no visible mark on the rest of the brain. It cannot be removed after his death; as a newly executed brain operation would surely leave some mark on the skull, the brain, and the skins. There seemed to be no explanation.

I'm going to sleep now. I hope they catch the bastard who did this, and I hope that I can be of use. But right now, I am so fully exhausted - both my body and my mind.

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[Email from Mayor Leonardo Johnson to Police Chief Mindy Fuller]

June 14, 2022

Dear Miss. Fuller,

I heard today's tragic of the two police officers, and I hope you are all well. Especially at times like now, we need to remain strong and calm. I wish you the best luck of catching the killer.

I also heard rumors that part of the brain - an essential part - was missing from the victim's skull. From my shallow understanding of the human anatomy, that would be devastating for a human being in every aspect. Was there truly no one noticing him behave strangely? Complaints of headache, dizziness? I would like you to keep me closely in the loop when the technicians figure this out.

Putting aside the tragedies, I'd like to confess that I had a fantastic time last night. You are the most intelligent and attractive woman that this world has ever seen. I desperately hope that our date on next Saturday will not be affected by your busy life right now.

Yours,

Lovingly,

Mayor Leonardo Johnson

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[Email from Chief Mindy Fuller to Mayor Leonardo Johnson]

June 15, 2022

Dear Leonardo,

I hope that I could write you good news. I cannot. The police department is in deep chaos, and to be honest so is my mind. We consulted a renowned neurosurgeon, Dr. Monroe, and even she could not offer even a conjecture on what had happened.

I like you, too Leonardo. But I really don't think it's good time for dates before the mystery is solved. I have a real bad feeling about this one.

Yours sincerely,

Mindy Fuller

Chief of Police Department

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[Diary of Chief Mindy Fuller]

June 17, 2022

My Dear Diary,

I don't know where to start. Now that I'm sitting here writing, I feel so silly. I just had sex with the Leonardo in the back of his car.

I tried to refuse him, but he insisted, and I went on the date anyway. He's so polite yet when I talk to him face to face, I simply could not refuse him. Oh god, what a terrible time for an affair.

I literally felt that I wasn't in control of myself. It was like when a kid is asked to do something by an imposing adult, scary yet convincing at the same time... I'm never like this. I have always believed in my self-control and self-esteem since high school.

He's getting out of the shower, now. Goodnight my diary.

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[Diary of Madison Monroe, MD]

June 20, 2022

A rainy day. God, I hate the weather.

Today is the second time that I join the consultant team. There were a few new faces in the room. Unfortunately, no one could offer any explanations.

Chief Fuller informed us that more cases with brains missing cerebellum had surfaced. The victim appeared to be randomly selected, therefore likely by convenience of time and effort. The profiler could not yet give a clear profile of the killers, but he was convinced that they were a group of at least three participants.

I don't really care about the psychology to be honest. It was too fuzzy to be a scientific deduction. However, I have no advancement in my field on this case. We have coined a few far-fetched theories:

1). A disease causes the cerebellum to shrink and eventually disappear. The shrinkage occurred so slowly, that the brain learned to perform the same tasks. When the cerebellum was fully consumed, the patient would appear to be behaving normally as the rest of the brain had finished re-learning the task.

2). The patient had genetic conditions that had prevented the cerebellum to grow in the first place. Similarly, other parts of the brain took the responsibilities.

However, there are two obvious problems with both theories: the frequency of this disease cannot be so high, or we would have known about it already. Second, how exactly did the killers target those patients if the latter behaved like a normal person?

On a more cheering note, I found that the number of female neurosurgeon and researchers exceeded my expectation. I'm so glad that girls are less barred from the scientific field. There are a good number of female officers, too.

It's a terrible time to gossip, but I do notice that Chief Fuller seems to be involved with the Mayor. I'd never thought of her as the "affair type". She seemed quite uptight. Well, I guess you don't really know people from the first impression.

(End of Chapter 1)

Chapter 2: Rainy Days

[Phone Call: Mayor Leonardo Johnson with Chief Fuller]

June 20, Night

Leonardo

: Chief Fuller, I hope that you are still up.

Fuller

: I-I am. What's up? It's almost midnight. You have something urgent?

Leonardo

: Everything is urgent my dear. Have you already gone to bed?

Fuller

: Yes. I-

Leonardo

: Are you naked right now?

Fuller

: What?! Leonardo, we -

Leonardo

: I'd like you to answer my question.

Fuller

: Y-Yes.

Leonardo

: Are you touching yourself right now, Mindy? Answer my question.

Fuller

: No. Why-

Leonardo

: Touch yourself, then.

Fuller

: Yes, my dear.

Leonardo

: Put your phone closer to your mouth. I'd like hear you.

Fuller

: Hmm...

(moaning)

Leonardo

: Such a sweet voice you have. Now, Mindy, you know that I own you. In an literal sense, I own you.

Fuller

: I understand. Huh!

(heavy exhale)

Leonardo

: Good, keep that up. Now, give me some info. What's up with the police department?

Fuller

: It's in chaos. I and most people - Oh! - most people are in panic. The sci-science team is doing well, though. They are close - Huh - close to a plausi-plau-Emm... Plausible explanation.

Leonardo

: That's a sexy report, my Mindy. Good job. Meanwhile, put on a dress or something and drive to my house. Keep one of your hands on your clitoris until you see me.

Fuller

: Yes, L-Leonardo.

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[Email from Mayor Leonardo Johnson to Lyle Finch]

June 21

Police department is now in chaos. The surfaced murders have incurred a panic. I don't think they could contain the panic within the department for any longer. In a short while, it will spread to the public. We must be ready for mass panic.

Reply at your earliest convenience.

Send from my iPhone.

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[Email from Lyle Finch to Mayor Leonardo Johnson]

June 21

Dear Mayor Johnson,

Thanks for the information; this is indeed critical. I will be back in three days. Please keep me updated on how the scientists thought about the murder.

Best Regards,

Lyle Finch

Wyatt and Finch Consulting Co.

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[Text Messages between Madison Monroe, MD to Lyn Gordon]

June 22

Madison

:

This place is awful. I don't know whether to quit right now. On the one hand, I'm incredibly intrigued. On the other hand, my gut is wretched all day. It's like my instinct is telling me to leave.

Lyn

:

Then leave, Madison. Remember our psychology lesson? You need to trust your gut when there is not much that you explicitly know. I heard that the city is coming to an emergency situation. Is that true? Will you be able to get out?

Madison

:

Where did you heard that? I haven't. I will check it out tomorrow. God, it's such a mess now. What should I tell the Chief? Both she and the Mayor had been nothing but polite to me, despite this quagmire that they are stuck in.

(End of Chapter 2)

Chapter 3: Rumbling of the Dark Clouds

[Email from Chief Mindy Fuller to Mayor Leonardo Johnson]

June 24, morning

Dr. Monroe came to me and asked about leaving. Despite their progress, she seemed to be particularly distressed. I wonder if I should just send her away. What do you think? The city should technically be on lock down, but she's not local, and we have got other doctors. Maybe it's okay to let her go anyway.

Yours sincerely,

Mindy Fuller

Chief of Police Department

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[Email from Mayor Leonardo Johnson to Chief Mindy Fuller]

June 24, morning

Arrange a meeting tonight. I'll talk to her. She knows too much now, and her mind is incredibly valuable to us. I'm doing business right now. Talk to you later.

PS: Wear something sexy to the meeting.

Send from my iPhone.

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[Text Message between Madison Monroe and Lyn Gordon]

June 24, noon

Madison

:

Lyn, I don't think they want me to leave. Chief Fuller told me to stay for a dinner with the Mayor. I just feel so nervous. Also I think they are...in an affair. So, she's unlikely to help my cause.

Lyn

:

Don't worry dear. I'll call Lance and we will pick you up if they don't let you leave.

Madison

:

Are you sure that's okay? I don't want to get him in trouble.

Lyn

:

Well he got into troubles more than enough for his job. It's time that he get into some for me. Don't worry, I don't think they will defy an [REDACTED] agent if he wants someone out.

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Phone call: Lyn Gordon and Special Agent Lance Jenkins

Lyn

: Lance, I need you back, right now.

Lance

: Hey honey, miss you too. You know I'm on a job.

Lyn

: I'm not joking, hon. Madison is in trouble. You remember she went for that classified job? It's getting on her nerves. She cannot tell me anything about the job, but I know this: she wants to get out but they are preventing her to escape the city.

Lance

: What are you talking about? She took the job, she should finish it. It's her responsibility - Wait?! Escape what city?

Lyn

: Have I not said? She's in Fiddlesville.

Lance

: Fiddlesville? God you should have told me earlier. Contact her right now, tell her to stay put; if they don't let her out, she should try to hide. I'll call my boss. Shit, this is way above me.

Lyn

: Is she in danger? What -

Lance

: Yes, she is. But don't panic. I will get her out. Now, go contact her.

Lyn

: Okay, you do your thing.

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[Letter by Henry Wang, restaurant manager]

June 24, Night

Cover

To

[REDACTED] HQ

!! URGENT; IMPORTANT; HIGHEST PRIORITY

Sender

Henry Wang Manager of East Village Restaurant [Address Redacted]

Content

Bizarre thing I just saw. The Mayor had taken two ladies - one of them I believe to be the Chief of Police Department - to our restaurant. The Chief in fact reserved this dinner. The Mayor sent someone - called Lyle Finch - to plan the dinner afterwards. The plan was actually pretty sketchy and would have alerted me if it was not the Mayor himself planning this dinner. But given what's happening at the table right now, I'm suspecting the Mayor and all participants of this dinner.

This is so bizarre that I have to write it down as detailed as possible.

The Chief was wearing a red dress, black stockings, and a heavy makeup, sexy in every possible way. However, today is her work day, and it is barely 6 pm when they came in. She must have bailed work.

The other woman - they called her Dr. Monroe - was wearing a white coat - possibly a lab coat.

The Chief and the Mayor was visibly flirting since they came in. She was all over him, very happy and very excited. On the other end, the doctor was exceedingly nervous and scared. I think she did not voluntarily came to the dinner. Note that at this point, she displayed absolutely no affection of any sorts towards the Mayor.

She was charming otherwise. She was visibly better-looking than the Chief; and I did not make this remark to just note her beauty. I think the Mayor decided to change his plan because of this.

When his minion - Lyle Finch - came in the afternoon, they planned to have just a table; however, the Mayor signaled the servant to instead lead them to a private room when they arrived. He also canceled all the wine, cocktails and desserts that were meticulously picked by Mr. Finch. They only had the appetizer and one course of entrée, then sent a note to keep the room absolutely not bothered until the restaurant closes.

I became suspicious at this point and quietly visited the room. There was a little lens hole through which I can inspect the inside - they don't know about it. Only I and the owner had the key to access it. We kept this setting to deal with emergency situations.

To my absolute surprise, I saw the doctor fully naked, dancing, showing off; if I hadn't seen her attitude earlier, I would judge her as a prostitute instantly. The Mayor and the Chief was having sex on the sofa, entertaining themselves by watching and teasing the poor naked doctor. I kept watching - I dared not to call the police as their Chief and the Mayor were both in there.

The doctor quickly grew tired after dancing for a few minutes. She was slender and not very strong - she's probably not a frequent dancer. Compared with the Chief - who had a muscular build and especially full thighs - who was riding the Chief vigorously, the doctor had a delicate figure. Her legs started to shake and drops of sweats formed on her forehead. I could see her intricate face twisted in agony. She was clearly exhausted, but the other two showed no sympathy at all. They laughed at her weakness and continued their intercourse.

The Chief came to her orgasm when the doctor almost fell down to the floor. I had such a strong urge to open the door and save the girl; I reminded myself that I would just be subdued at gunpoint instantly. Not only couldn't I save the doctor, but also being the only witness to this crime, I absolutely must preserve myself. I calmed myself and forced myself to keep watching.

The Mayor pushed the Chief off. I think her affection wasn't well-repaid, but she did not mind. She continued to lovingly follow and stroke the Mayor at every opportunity. He grabbed the trembling doctor and threw her onto the sofa. She was shaking like a scared rabbit. Yet, even when lying on the sofa, even when exhausted to the extreme, even when her muscles must have been in anguish, she was still trying to dance seductively. Her long legs clamped together and slowly rubbed each other; her lean waist was rotating and swiveling. She was obviously forcing herself to be seductive. It was at the same time arousing and scary.

The most thrilling thing happened when the Mayor spoke. He said to her, "crave for me." which was hardly a viable command. However, I saw the doctor's expression instantly changed. The contorted face disappeared. Her beautiful green eyes glistened with a horny urge. She was looking at the Mayor, her teeth biting down on her lip, her legs clamped harder and twisting together. Her movement, used to look like a coerced dance, suddenly appeared to be smooth, voluntary, and even earnest. Again, I would absolutely judge her as a prostitute if I had not seen her just a few seconds ago.

She hips rose and fell. Her moans was intentionally louder and aiming to seduce the Mayor into an intercourse with her. The Mayor did not haste, however. He sat down beside her and placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed. She groaned in satisfaction. He grabbed her breasts with the other hand and played with her nipples. She was inhaling, exhaling, wailing and moaning in ecstasy. Despite being a male, I don't think that was a natural reaction to such a tease. Something was wrong with her.

Come to think of it, I'm sure that something was wrong with the Chief as well. I don't know her in any personal manner, but she did visit this place regularly and never appeared so careless. I don't think she would have condone what the Mayor was doing to the doctor, certainly would not be enjoying the view along him.

The Mayor asked, "Doctor Madison, do you wish to leave town so hastily anymore?"

She did not answer.

The Mayor emphasized, "Answer my question, truthfully."

She answered, "No. No. I just, just want you."

"Have you enjoyed yourself tonight?"

"Not until you commanded me to crave for you. Huh. Em. Would you please - please do me now? Isn't this what you want? Isn't this what you pl-"

"No. I planned to just control you and ask you to stay in your hotel room indefinitely. That would require only an alpha virus. I would offer you a drink, and you would ingest my virus, taking over your control of motion. Cheap and quick. However, my dear - what is your name again?"

"Dr. Oh- Dr. Madison Monroe." (Her moaning could not stop)

"You must really like your title, Dr. Monroe. Well, my dear Madison, I was stunned by your beauty. You are even sexier than my Mindy. Now, I want you to experience the latest advancement of my project. It unfortunately had to be injected; I had to reserve this little room for it. I hope the restaurant isn't suspicious. But it had really fine control over you."