Lauren neared the scene and saw something out of the corner of her eye. Walking in the distance, Lauren saw a slender, dark haired woman. She could see the woman had been badly beaten and she nodded to acknowledge the spirit’s presence.
As Lauren walked she fought off the spirits own experience. She wanted to see the scene first.
The coffin held the quiet body of the young woman. Just as Lauren observed, Madeline had been beaten, but her face showed no signs of damage; clean and spotless just like the others.
Lauren knelt reverently looking at Madeline’s body. Then she stood. Casually, she walked away from the others and listened, looking around waiting for the woman to reappear. Suddenly, she felt as if she were running through the forest and then felt her hair ripping out from the roots. A necklace was snatched off of her neck. Lauren felt fear and suffering and agony. She saw the darkness of the forest and felt the trees scraping against her bare skin. She saw the moon shining brightly through the trees.
She heard Nick’s voice. “Doc, you alright?”
“Nick, I’m fine. I’m just trying to digest all of this. And for God’s sake, please don’t call me ‘Doc.’” Turning to him, she saw the confusion in his eyes. She knew her methods were strange to him.
She wondered how many times she needed to tell him to call her by her name, instead of the stupid nickname he concocted, but obviously he wasn’t listening. So, she gave up on the request altogether. “Have them take her to the ME.”
Lauren’s body and mind felt tired after the intense vision. Each time the victims allowed her to feel things, it took nearly all of her energy.