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Beauty Under The Blood	By : punkpassion Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Let me make clear that I do not personally know or own Linkin Park, and the fact that everytthing written is purely fictional. Linkin Park are real people, and I will consider their feelings.I do not make money and/or profit from this story

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Beauty under the Blood:

Second Chapter:
Not just a Coincidence.

"Damn, that must have been horrible." Chester commented after Mike finished his report about what had happened. "Maybe you should go home."

"No, I'm fine...really." He denied.

*****

The clock showed 10 pm. Mike had just arrived home and was sitting on the couch, feet up on the little coffee table. He was switching channels at the speed of light, boredom obviously sprawled over his face. After a couple more minutes of flashing channels, he abruptly turned the tv off. He changed his jeans to some knee length shorts and decided to go out for a run, a habit that Chester had passed on him, since that now he hadn’t much that kept him inside his house. The park near his house was calm, being only heard the soft wind breeze from time to time.
And suddenly everything changed. In the night he heard a deafening noise and the branches of the trees shook frantically, letting the birds fly. He knew exactly what that sound was. A gunshot.
He stood for a moment, not knowing if he should meet the noise or just leave pretending that nothing had happened. He sighed and started running to where the noise came. He knew that if anyone had been hurt he could not simply ignore. It was common sense. After a few minutes he found him. Once he had discovered him, horror spread across his face. Lying on the floor there was a man, in their 40s, with his eyes opened as his mouth, an expression of panic on his face. There was one single gunshot right in the middle of his head. Mike quickly turned back, it was awful to look at someone like that.

*****

"Thanks for calling me Mr. Shinoda." Candice shook his hand. He noticed that she wasn't smart dressed as earlier that day. She was wearing wasted tight jeans along with a navy t-shirt. Probably she was already at home, Mike thought.

"So how did you find him?" She asked still looking at the murder scene.

"I was jogging when I heard a gunshot." He answered looking at her. Her clothes embraced her body perfectly, like they were made only for her.

"Jogging? At this time of the night?" She suddenly turned her face to his.

"Yes...When else should I do it? I'm always out the entire day, except for some sundays."

She looked at her watch realizing that was almost midnight and looked down only for a second.

"Is tomorrow on of those sundays?" She suddenly asked.

"Yes..." He mumbled, confused.

"Good then. We'll talk tomorrow. Could you give me your address Mr. Shinoda?"

He smiled and pointed down the road. "It's the last house."

She nodded and shook his hand again, quickly leaving.

*****

Mike woke up the next day with the sun hitting his eyes. He sat and yawned, scratching his hair. Looking at his nightstand table he grabbed the photograph that was standing there and sighed. It was a photo of Anna, smiling happily. Sighing again, he opened the first drawer and placed it inside it. He slowly walked to his bedroom window, admiring the beautiful day outside. Today it was the day, 2nd of August, the day she had died. It had been a terrible accident. They had travelled from Frankfurt to Copenhagen by plane just as they usually did. The other Linkin Park wives were also with them and they were also having a great time after their show when, riding back to the hotel, the driver didn’t notice the ambulance almost flying across the crossroad. The car spun and capsized on the road and so did the ambulance, there were screams and blood everywhere. As the result, Rob broke an arm and Brad’s wife got seriously injured. The driver and Anna died, leaving the rest of them only with a few scratches and bruises. It took several months for him to stop having nightmares about that night.

He went downstairs and had his usual breakfast, waffles and a mug of coffee. He looked thru the kitchen window which had a view to the garden.

“Maybe I should clear up the garden. It looks a mess.” He thought while sipping his coffee.

*****
It was now almost midday and the day promised to be a really hot one. He had been for the last two hours picking the leaves, cutting the grass and was now watering the garden. His dark green t-shirt was completely glued to his body, making him wonder why he had to choose such a hot day to do this. The sweat ran down his neck and his legs causing itchy due to the sprinkles from the garden hose. He heard a car stopping in front of his house. He placed the hose on the grass and cleaned his hand to his shorts. Walking to the front of the house, he immediately walked backwards when he saw who was coming towards his house. Agent Atwin was there. He looked around nervously, not knowing what to do. He ran inside his house by the backdoor and looked at the mirror. God he was all red and sweaty and he couldn’t be seen like that, not by her. He ran to the closest bathroom where he almost showered himself at the sink. He heard her knocking at the door while he ran up the stair to his room. He took the first t-shirt he saw and ran downstairs.
“Hello!” He smiled, suddenly opening the door. He was breathing heavily and Candice looked at him, surprised by the way he had opened the door.

“Did I interrupt something?” She asked looking at his hair. It was wet and messy.

“No…no not really. Nothing. I was...having a shower. Please come on in.”

She entered his house and he closed the door behind her. She looked at his house, admiring it. It was huge and very lighted, what was normal since he was a famous guy.

“Please have a sit.” He smiled opening two big oak doors. They led to a large and warm living room, with leather couches and a huge fireplace.

“Well Mr. Shinoda first off all I would like you to know that you are a suspect/victim of these two murders.”

“Sorry?” He asked while sitting at the couch in front of her.

“Well it is logical that if you were the only witness in both murders you’re also the main suspect. I would like you to tell me everything about yesterday night.”

Mike sighed and began to tell everything he remembered. Candice looked at him carefully, studying his emotions and facial expressions. She knew he wasn’t lying, but she felt really upset because she didn’t have one single clue about the murderer, or murderers, if they were killed by different people. After that she asked for a sample of his DNA, just as a routine, and she came back to her office.

*****

“Damn, I hate these things.” She snorted, spreading the files all over her desk. No fingerprints, no hairs, no nothing. Not one single clue and she was getting angry. The phone rang causing her to jump a bit.

“Ryan?!” She cried out loud. “Hi Ryan, what do you want?” He asked in a boring tone while she started packing up some files.

“Hello Candy…Pleased to hear you too.”

Candice grunted. She hated being called Candy and ex-boyfriend, Ryan, insisted in calling her that just to annoy her.

“Don’t call me that Candy. What the fuck do you want?”

“Hey calm down…I wanted to talk to you.”

“Well you already are.” She puffed out.

“It about us sweetie…I am sorry about what I said.”

“It’s not what you said Ryan, it’s what you did. You know that, I forgave you for the first time but you knew that it wouldn’t be a second time.”

“But…you’re my favorite girlfriend.”

“No, I’m your favorite ex-girlfriend. Now go play with your other girlfriends.” She spitted and hanged up the cell phone.

A few seconds later the phone rang again. She grumbled, knowing that was Ryan again. But it didn’t stop and after a while it rang again. Her eyes widened once she looked at the id caller.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Ms. Atwin?” Mike’s voice came from the other side. “I guess you know why I’ve called you.”

*****

When she arrived it was already night. Harry, the agent in command of her department, was waiting for her.

“Atwin, I wanted to talk to you. It’s about these murders”

“Sure.”

“As you know Mike is a famous guy, from a band.” He started. Candice nodded. “And as a famous band they have tours.” She nodded again. “And Mike is the only witness of these murders.”

“Where are you trying to get?” She asked annoyed.

“Well I think, as your commander, that you should go on tour with them. Mike is the only witness and he might be the final target also.I mean...this can't be just a coincidence, right?”

Candice was astounded. “You’re kidding right?” He wanted her to go around the world with some strangers? What about her job?

“No I’m serious. I know you never did that, but consider it as an infiltration. You’ll have to find if there is someone really after him and keep him out of danger.”

“What about the other murders?”

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll continue to work on them. There’s nothing internet and videoconferences can’t do.” He smiled.
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