Fifteenth

[thelabking]

[The following is scrawled in Hodgins’ messy handIt was the perfect weapon, when you really sat down to think about it. It did the job, and then was completely bio-degradable. Hard to find evidence that no longer exists. As he put the final touches to his work, he thought about his victim. She would probably smile at the random gift, think she has

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[xy_venus]

[dictated, thoughtfully]
An abusive mother is a little cliche... how about an older sister?

[thelabking]

Now that might work. Give it a new twist. Thanks!

[xy_venus]

Anything I can do.

Writing to pass the time?

[thelabking]

No, I'm a crime novelist.

[waywithplants]

[why yes he is a little bitter]

They don't have to have a motive. They could just be bored.

[thelabking]

[Poor, poor Briar]

To kill a specific group of people with flowers?

[waywithplants]

Doesn't have to be flowers either. Thorny plants are better for that.

[thelabking]

Yeah, but someone would be a bit suspicious if you gave them a bouquet of thorny plants. Roses aside.

[probied]

It doesn't have to be his mother. Maybe he lost her and had to be taken in by an abusive guardian instead? The women he kills could resemble his mother, like he was saving them from the evil his guardian represented in his life. It wouldn't be too far-fetched, considering the whole Oedipus thing.

Also, forensics exist for a reason. They could probably find evidence of the contaminant even if the flowers rotted away, probably in the victim's lungs themselves, depending on how good the ME is.

[thelabking]

That Oedipus, huh? You're right though, that sort of thing can always mess up a guys head.

That's what my contacts in the FBI are for. Giving that sort of info.

[probied]

We've dealt with a few serial killers.

[a pause] I'm not FBI. [Trying not to be jealous. Really. ):]

[thelabking]

Really? You a cop?

I'm not, they go to the bar I frequent. It's called The Lab.

[hyper_thief]

Hodgins... What are you talking about?

[thelabking]

Hey, Rikku. It's the plot for my new book. Deadly flowers and a florist serial killer, what do you think?

[hyper_thief]

... I didn't know you wrote books... You never told me that. I thought you were some kind of like, scientist or something.

[thelabking]

Me a scientist? Nah, I've always wrote books. I'm sure I told you. Crime novelist? Best-sellers list? Anything ringing a bell?

[sneakingly]

No no no. Make it an evil step-mother. And he's not doing it because he hates her, but because he's the evil step-son following in her footsteps. And then he raises each corpse to be a part of his evil undead army. But by day they run his flower shop. The scent of the flowers covers up the stench of their DEATH.

[thelabking]

I was with you right up until the undead army, Parker. I think my readers might not take to that, they like the nitty real-life thing.

...Paradisa and any of it's zombie-experiences doesn't count as real life.

[sneakingly]

Fine, but when the book sales are low don't say I didn't try to tell you. [She means well. :\]

[thelabking]

When the public call for zombies, I'll put them in, how's that? A new edition, devoted to you. [It would be a book of epic proportions]