fic: "The Paintball Execution" [PG-13]
Title: The Paintball Execution
Author: renisanz
Rating: PG-13
Words: 593
Warning: Implied violence, character death.
Notes: For Paradox-O-Rama" Fiction #1. Because of time I wasn't able to craft the full, cohesive mystery and research the forensics appropriately, but I would definitely like to continue this tale.
“Penny! Penny wait!”
Sheldon panted behind her. Penny dived over a large log, not expecting the hard and very person-like mass to be in her landing spot.
“Ow...” She rolled over onto her back and pressed her back against the log. She heard the faint thump of paintballs splattering the other side. A dark figure sailed over her head and a second later Sheldon's armor-clad shoulder was pressed against her own.
Penny ignored Sheldon as he whined about he not following his team strategy, blah blah. She was sitting across the lower half of what was most definitely a body, face down and laying parallel to the log she and Sheldon were using for cover.
“Oh my God. Are you ok?” Staying low, she crouched down onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the person's head. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this could be some sort of trap. This wasn't Raj, Howard or Leonard, but this person was wearing similar paintball armor.
Sheldon said something to that effect, but Penny shushed him. “Well, just cover me or whatever. I landed on him pretty hard so...” she poked at the guy's shoulder. “Hey.”
Nothing. Only the sound of shouts in the distance.
“This isn't right,” she mumbled. Penny pulled up the visor of her helmet and leaned down, resting her hand on one shoulder blade and shaking them more vigorously.
“Sheldon,” she turned around to see him crouched behind her, paintball gun aimed and ready to shoot at the slightest threat. “I don't think they're breathing. Help me,” she pulled her hand away to readjust it's position. She snatched her hand away at the feel of something slick against her palm.
“Penny, is that-?”
Penny nodded, her mouth open in horror. “Help me get him over,”
“What? I don't think that's a good idea-“
“We have to help Sheldon. Come on.”
Sheldon glared at her briefly, but then he was at her side, doing most of the lifting to flip this person onto their back.
It was only then, when Penny saw the pale face with eyes staring unseeing into the canopy above that she knew for a fact, this person was beyond their help. She gasped, stumbling backwards, away from the horror that lay just a few feet before her.
She jumped tried to jump away when she felt a long fingers wrap around her arm, just above the elbow. Sheldon was practically dragging her away, and she felt he was may has well have been carrying her, her legs numb from shock.
“We needn't disturb the scene.” She finally craned up to look up at him, but his face was a mask of calm. He had his cell phone out and on his ear, and he held her eye as he said, “Yes. I'd like to report a murder.”
. . . . . . .
The police were surprisingly efficient at corralling all of the players of the paintball teams that had been out in the park that afternoon.
The area was crime scene had been cordoned off with yellow caution tape, but Penny could still had a view of body, a white sheet draped over it now.
Penny had removed all of her paintball gear and was, wearing only a black tank top and pants now. She opened and closed her right hand. She wasn't sure a thousand showers could erase the feeling Kripke's blood smeared against her palm.
. . . . . . .
TBC.
Author: renisanz
Rating: PG-13
Words: 593
Warning: Implied violence, character death.
Notes: For Paradox-O-Rama" Fiction #1. Because of time I wasn't able to craft the full, cohesive mystery and research the forensics appropriately, but I would definitely like to continue this tale.
“Penny! Penny wait!”
Sheldon panted behind her. Penny dived over a large log, not expecting the hard and very person-like mass to be in her landing spot.
“Ow...” She rolled over onto her back and pressed her back against the log. She heard the faint thump of paintballs splattering the other side. A dark figure sailed over her head and a second later Sheldon's armor-clad shoulder was pressed against her own.
Penny ignored Sheldon as he whined about he not following his team strategy, blah blah. She was sitting across the lower half of what was most definitely a body, face down and laying parallel to the log she and Sheldon were using for cover.
“Oh my God. Are you ok?” Staying low, she crouched down onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the person's head. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this could be some sort of trap. This wasn't Raj, Howard or Leonard, but this person was wearing similar paintball armor.
Sheldon said something to that effect, but Penny shushed him. “Well, just cover me or whatever. I landed on him pretty hard so...” she poked at the guy's shoulder. “Hey.”
Nothing. Only the sound of shouts in the distance.
“This isn't right,” she mumbled. Penny pulled up the visor of her helmet and leaned down, resting her hand on one shoulder blade and shaking them more vigorously.
“Sheldon,” she turned around to see him crouched behind her, paintball gun aimed and ready to shoot at the slightest threat. “I don't think they're breathing. Help me,” she pulled her hand away to readjust it's position. She snatched her hand away at the feel of something slick against her palm.
“Penny, is that-?”
Penny nodded, her mouth open in horror. “Help me get him over,”
“What? I don't think that's a good idea-“
“We have to help Sheldon. Come on.”
Sheldon glared at her briefly, but then he was at her side, doing most of the lifting to flip this person onto their back.
It was only then, when Penny saw the pale face with eyes staring unseeing into the canopy above that she knew for a fact, this person was beyond their help. She gasped, stumbling backwards, away from the horror that lay just a few feet before her.
She jumped tried to jump away when she felt a long fingers wrap around her arm, just above the elbow. Sheldon was practically dragging her away, and she felt he was may has well have been carrying her, her legs numb from shock.
“We needn't disturb the scene.” She finally craned up to look up at him, but his face was a mask of calm. He had his cell phone out and on his ear, and he held her eye as he said, “Yes. I'd like to report a murder.”
. . . . . . .
The police were surprisingly efficient at corralling all of the players of the paintball teams that had been out in the park that afternoon.
The area was crime scene had been cordoned off with yellow caution tape, but Penny could still had a view of body, a white sheet draped over it now.
Penny had removed all of her paintball gear and was, wearing only a black tank top and pants now. She opened and closed her right hand. She wasn't sure a thousand showers could erase the feeling Kripke's blood smeared against her palm.
. . . . . . .
TBC.