Sylvie

Elle noted the name just before her personality seemed to blend with the one of her Shadewraith and all the pain stopped. 

-Fate has made me fade away.  Sorry Angelie…my..-

Slipping completely into Elle’s body, the Shadewraith made her new body smile.  “That is so fun.  Yes, you keep struggling.”  It tapped its lip real fast. “There is a little more to do before The Cross-Killer is killed by the hero.”

Leaning over to pick up the rifle, the Shadewraith picked up the bandaged remains of the professor and grabbed a cross made of bone. “Anthropologist.”  It laughed and used the bandages to tie the body to the cross.  Hefting it over her shoulder, the imposter toted the large cross outside and to the designated place that had been dug out hours before. “Look at that.  Your kind is too stupid to see you placing the cross, Barbie.”  The Shadewraith laughed and affixed the crucifix according to its prior plan and headed back to the factory.

“Now your turn, Noah.”  The creature emulating Elle opened the door and walked to the captive and pulled the tape off his mouth. “Time for you to experience what I worked hard for you to remember last.”  The Shadewraith raised one of her thin eyebrows. “Yes, Thank you.”  She poked Noah’s belly. “You were instrumental in giving me a new body.  Your reward is coming.”

The shade picked up Noah and used the rings embedded in the man’s flesh and hung him on four hooks on the wooden crucifix and designed to pull on the rings.  She dragged the last of her sacrifices to its location and made it face where the rescue crews were still working diligently to clean up the mess from earlier.  When the cross was in place, Noah howled in pain alerting the folks close by. “Perfect timing, fresh meat.  You scream.  You’ll still be dead before they can free you.”  Elle-wraith made her way back to the rooftop of the processing plant and watched as paramedics attempted to save Noah.  Using The Cross-Killer’s sniper rifle, Elle planted a bullet between Noah’s eyes and laughed as the others ran for cover. “Goodbye Noah.”

Running downstairs to set up the scene, the pretend Agent Miller placed the sniper rifle on the wooden dock and wiped the weapon clean of fingerprints.  Noting that she heard a bunch of footsteps coming from the woodline behind her, The Shadewraith took the time to play out a verbal scene that they could all hear.

“Patricia Heartwell, I am Special Agent Miller and I am placing you under arrest for the murder of at least sixteen people.”

Throwing her voice like a ventriloquist, the emulated voice of Patricia came out perfectly. “I am not going anywhere with you agent.”  

-Bang! Crack!

Elle-wraith fired off a round from her assault rifle and tossed a big cinderblock into the water, making it sound like a body had fallen into the devilish water.  Moments later the police arrived on the scene and Elle held up her rifle and badge. “Agent Elle Miller, I just killed The Cross-Killer.  She was about to shoot me with that rifle.  I had no choice.”

“Perfect work Elle.”  Deputy Director Powell responded. “The Killer was wanted dead or alive.”  Sarah put away her service pistol and walked to Elle, and shook her hand. “Good work.  Now let’s get you home and let me talk to the press.”  Sarah shook her head with a smile on her face, “I knew I was right by taking a chance on you, Miller.”

-Now the real work begins.  I have a few days left in the month to finish what was started.  Get the others to assist and we will have our vengeance.-

The Shadewraith smiled and headed to her police cruiser. “Boss, if you don’t mind..”  the beast paused and plopped in the car seat. “I have no interest in the reporters, I would prefer to get this stench off of me.”

Sarah giggled a bit and nodded, “Very well.  I will see you in a few days.  Take some time off and rest.  Good work, Agent Miller.”

Drawing on Elle’s memory about the vehicle, the shade went through the motions of turning off the emergency lights and shutting down all of the FBI equipment, before driving back towards its new home.

-Don’t forget to take care of this shell.  It needs food, water and exercise.  Use Elle’s menus for takeout once back at her home.-

The Shadewraith drove silently back to Elle’s apartment, all the while watching the moon rise in the distance. “It seems you were obsessed with a girl named Casey Rivers.  This body needs rest, then we will follow up on that issue.”