True Myth {Blair-o}

[Jake Navarro]

Case 9578436-2.

Another one.

With this were how many already? Five deaths, five seemingly unrelated people who were found dead in their homes, doors locked, no sign of entry of any kind. Autopsies showed nothing, the closest that the coroner could get to a cause of death were that they died out of fear. But of course it was outlandish, what would be so scary to kill people? Bad dreams?

But there was someone who didn’t see that possibility as so outlandish as the other cops believed. Jake Navarro was a cop of good reputation, smart, followed rules and caught the bad guys. Rarely fired his gun, but when he did, you didn’t want to be in the receiving end of it. One may say that from his psychological profile he wouldn’t even draw a gun, a man who believed every life was sacred, but when it was justified and saved lives, he was a lethal shot. So it was no surprise that detective Navarro had fast rise through the ranks.

Jake could feel the tangled web between the murders and knew they were connected. If one asked how he knew that, asked to explain, he wouldn’t be able to answer. He just knew. And that was enough for him to follow on this instinct. Gaagi had taught him well, about a lot of things most believed were only fairy tales, stories to scare children that didn’t behave. Jake was one of those childs, wouldn’t sit still and drive his parents insane, he would set the entire tribe into an upheaval, hell, the entire Navajo nation as well. But when Gaagi would tell him stories about the unnatural world, his young little eyes would glow and he would devour each word with undivided attention.

Those stories, tales, myths, fairy tales…whatever one would call it, had saved his life more than once. There were a lot of truths out there that people believed didn’t exist because their modern god, the science, couldn’t explain. But old Gaagi taught some things didn’t need an explanation, they were just there, all you needed to see them was faith.

It was this faith that had taken Jake to solve some cases that officially remained unsolved to this day, the skinwalker, ghost, witch…he didn’t file reports about those or how he had dispatched them. Killer dead and buried, innocent lives safe, it was a fair trade. He could live with knowing he had pulled the trigger on those. Jake was no hero, he had no illusions of heroism, it was doing the right thing, an innate obligation that he had learned everyone was responsible for and he was doing the best to keep up to his path.

Now five people dead and he had no lead at all but his instincts to guide him. But if there were no physical evidences, no one alive to say anything…why not asking the dead?

Jake had kept this idea from anyone on the force, they would have him discharged for their simple minded thinking. But if this Miss Winters was as good as he had heard, maybe she would be able to help him out. If she was fake, he would sense the minute he’d meet her, but otherwise if she was for real…maybe the dead would be talkative.

[Blair Winters]

"I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold.. All colors seem to fade away...I can't reach my soul."

Ever since Blair was little she had the ability of communicating with the dead in some form. Her Mother a long time once called it a gift but Blair always thought it was a curse. Everyone treated her like she belonged inside an insane asylum. Men kept quite a distance from her; she was 25 years old and held maybe a two month relationship on her belt. How pathetic was that? Yet she kept on advertising her gift, it was a good way to gain money because her gift always got in the way of any job she held.


Her days at her psychic shop were long and drawn out…Blair ended up cleaning and re ordering everything everyday just to kept busy. Sometimes she would even change up the shop a little bit and redecorate. The curtains added to the mystic of her powers like walking in to a tarot reading place.

She had been to a few and some were not what they put out to be and others were what they said they were. Blair hated when some was a fake and made lots of money out of lying. It was wrong to pretend to be something you aren’t. Especially in a business that can be tied to people’s emotions.

It reminded her of one fake she caught in Texas. A little girl had gone missing and her was this fake leading the Police and the family of the little girl in circles. Boy did she have words with that fake outside this shabby little bar. Let’s just say fake psychic never should up helping the Police again out of fear Blair would expose her little charade.

Eventually the Police did find the little girl with Blair’s help sadly the girl had been dead for quite some time. Sometimes Blair wished her power would give her visions about the living than of the dead. Over the years she has helped unofficially in Police Investigations until this one Police Department screwed her over and then she vowed never to work with them again. Blair did not need a four month headache of an investigation.

The clock three pm and she smiled on the inside, one more hour to go that’s when she went around the shop and blew out the various candles lit in the store. As she blew out the final candle Blair got a strange feeling in her stomach right as someone opened the door.

[Jake Navarro]

Jake had been up for an over 24 hours shift, working around the clock on this case. Thanks the holy ones for coffee. The last victim had died six hours ago. Another senseless waste of the gift that was life and deep down he knew it wouldn’t simply stop or that it wasn’t any case that putting some crazy killer behind bars would solve. No, there was something of the unnatural at work in this, he could feel it in his gut, but this time…this time he needed help. Unfortunately Gaagi was too old to leave the reservation to help. His grandfather would be able to see the design behind all of this. He had learned a lot of things from him, but still didn’t have his experience.

This Blair Winters, he had did some research about her, the woman had helped the police find a missing girl and worked with them on some other cases until someone messed with her, after that she hadn’t been too cooperative with cops and hadn’t worked for then ever since. He hoped that if she would listen to him, know that she would be helping him saving lives that she would open an exception for him. Jake didn’t feel like lying to the woman, say he was anything else than a cop. He was big on honesty and wouldn’t be an hypocrite lying himself.

Opening the door to the shop, his eyes quickly scanned around. The place was neat and organized, unlike some that seemed utter chaos littered with those looking for their new age fix…mostly of what was all sillyness, and when it wasn’t, that so called new age was the knowledge his people always knew from the start. It was good, witnessing people to open their eyes beyond the skeptical world of science and believing in the old myths.

His eyes stopped into a fair little form in the corner. A brunette woman that turned his heard as soon as the little bell on the shop’s door sounded, announcing his arrival and he could just feel it straight away, she was the real deal. Jake could feel the unnatural web stretching and touching her, and her connection to it was a strong one.

“Miss Winters?” he asked giving her a friendly smile. “I’m detective Jake Navarro with the New Orleans police department, homicides division. Could I ask for your assistance into an important matter?”

Reaching out his hand to her as he introduced himself, Jake hoped she would take it and hear him out. Time was a wasting and he didn’t want to fill another dead person’s form.