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Archivist
Statement of madilyn fisher regarding a recurring dead body well in the police forces from the years of 2013 to 2017. Original statement taken 13th may 2017. Audio recording by jonathan sims, head archivist of the magnus institute, london. Statement begins
Archivist (statement)
I'm not a religious woman. I mean i used to be when i was a young gal but ever since i was 15 religion just sorta… made no sense and i saw it as something i would never understand. I was raised catholic, baptized even. Death has always been something important to my life so when I joined the police force and was told I would be in the special trauma unit I was tempted to demand a change. Special trauma means i would be dealing with homicides, suicides, murders, dead bodies and gore. It's not the gore i'm most disgusted with, i have heavy flows so i tend to see more then my fair share of blood and clumps and when i was 18 i had walked in after my brother had committed suicide. It's the dead bodies that I can't do.
On september the 5th 2013 i got my first call to a suicide. A girl no older then 23 had jumped off a building to commit suicide. I went to the site and saw the body. 22 year old women, black hair with gray streaks. She had jumped from a 5 story apartment complex to commit and so doing i always did, i checked for identification and got her name. Loraly Fairchild, age 22, height 5 '5, she had a twin sister and that's all that was in the system. I was the only one out, the ambulance was picking someone else up so I had to manually call for them. As I was calling I turned around and the body was just… gone.
There was no blood or guts, there was no nothing. I could see no sign of any death. I heard no one come and take the body from its spot. It was as if loraly fairchild had never been there. The identification I had taken and left on the hood of my vehicle was also gone. When I got back to the station I had told Daisy about it. Told her how the body just disappeared and was gone even though I have a photo of it as was standard procedure. As I flipped throught the photographs you could see the body, where she laid and how she was clearly dead. Yet as I looked closer I noticed you could see the stars in the sky. The time when the photos were taken was in mid day so stars should not have been visible.
I had told the chief and she brushed it off as if I had just misplaced the body. How on earth do you misplace a bloody body? After that i didn't have another suicide call for another few months. A 23 year old female found dead from drowning, all signs point to suicide but i was still there to confirm no fowl play. As I arrived on scene I saw the same black and gray hair. Checking or identification, I was correct. Loraly Fairchild, age 22, height 5’5. The same photos were taken of the body and as I turned there was no body when I looked again. This time there was another person with me, another police officer, he was also turned away and when I asked later he accused me of moving the body.
It went on like that for a few years, i would get called for a suicide or murder, loraly’s body would be there one moment and the next she would be gone. Everytime i had told someone no one would believe me that she disappeared, they would say it was a prank or I was stealing her body. Why on earth would I want a girl's dead body! And where would I store it? And how would her body keep ending up in different places! I'm not crazy and I'm not losing her body. Her body isn't just walking away. I don't even hear anything when the body disappears. Yes i've tried to record but it never works. Either I didn't click the record or I was somehow standing in the way of the camera.
A month ago I got the call again. a 22 year old woman with black and gray hair, the cause of death wasn't specified. I was the only one around so I was sent out to the scene. As I pulled up I didn't see a body or anything that would indicate someone had died anywhere near. I Was frustrated when I wanted to leave when loraly poked her head out from behind a wall. How did I know it was loraly? That damn hair that had been haunting me for years. As I looked at her she beckoned me closer. I didn't want to go but something forced me out of my car. My footsteps were slow and I couldn't recognise where I was.
As i walked over the sky turned dark despite it being mid day. The sky filled with stars and for a moment I thought I saw someone who had actually passed away. The reason I stopped believing in religion was because my mother died and I couldn't fathom that a kind god would take a wonderful woman so soon. I thought I saw my mother behind her, it had to be my mother even if I couldn't see her face. I remember everything told me it was her. She was smiling at me, I could feel her soft smile and her kind face. She was so sweet to me, I loved her and when she died I thought I would never care for someone like I cared for her.
As I walked towards her i'm not sure what I was thinking, everytime i to remember what I was thinking, nothing came back to me. Like a dense fog had wrapped itself over my mind. The closer I got the more death I saw, the people I had seen over my years as an officer, my father, my friends, and finally I saw loraly in front of me. Her smile was bright and she looked at me like I was fresh meat. I stood in front of her and she caressed my face, her hands were so cold and I hated it. Naturally I'm a cold person, I have a circulatory issue so I'm constantly cold. but her hands felt like a dead body's cold.
I've felt a body before and it is so cold. The coldness of death has always been my least favorite feeling and when she held me I felt so cold. Then she spoke and her voice was disgusting. “You have survived death, I'm so proud of you madie” her voice was so soft and so kind. There was an echo in her voice and i can't tell what the sound was bouncing off us but i know it was an echo. The name madie came from my mother, she has called me madie ever since i was a child yet no one had called me that name since i was a girl.
“Tell me, why must you not die?” After those words left her mouth I had no time to understand what she was saying before the building I was lured in collapsed on me. The building nearly crushed me, my legs were crushed and my right arm was pinned under the rubble. The fear I felt was more than I had ever felt and I couldn't call for anyone to get me out. It was an isolated part of the city and it would be hours before someone would notice I was gone. As I laid there for what felt like days I went in and out of consciousness until I heard sirens. My hope shot through the roof and I started screaming for help.
After that my memory got fuzzy. I couldn't remember anything until I got out of the hospital. When I got out I found out I was discharged from the police due to my injury and losing so many bodies. After that I had never seen loraly again. Her voice and hands still haunt me to this day. Some days I can still feel her hands on my face.
Archivist
Well, that was an unusual statement. Loraly fairchild, I swear I remember that name from somewhere. I think it was mentioned in another statement.
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Ah yes here it is. Statement of Alexander reed regarding a near death experience when he was 12 years old. It was said that loraly had told him ‘my plan didn't work’ which is what gets me. What was her plan? Was she trying to kill him and for what reason? it was said she wasn't seen again at least not by alexander. So after she tried to kill him she disappeared and now she is targeting a girl on the police force.
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Hm? Yes come in
Martin
Jon, i um i found a statement that um that might go along with the statement you asked for, the madilyn one
Archivist
Thank you martin, i will take that
[papers shifting and door closing]
Let's see.. Statement of loraly fairchild, regarding her alignment with the end and her need for fear. original statement take 17th june 2017
Archivist (statement)
Hello jonny, i understand you got a statement a while ago from a little police girl. And well, I don't want you to have the satisfaction of knowing me from her. So let's do this the proper way. My name is loraly Fairchild, I am 26 years old and have died more times than I can count. I serve the end, my want is for everyone to die, i want everyone to perishSo I target the police, healthcare workers, all of those. You most likely read that i committed suicide a lot, that is true. I crave death. All I want is to die and see the sweet nothingness of death.
I have spent hundreds of days working on killing myself to end everything and finally give myself fully to the end. After all, everything will end and I will sit on the throne of death. My name will be screamed into the emptiness of nothing and I will be known as the bringer of the end. My family has always been avatars of the vast, my father and sister are avatars of the vast and i'm unfortunately the black sheep being of the end.
At 12 someone I considered my father had died. He stepped into the ocean and then vanished, he died in front of me and sara. I was enamored with the end, the idea of death became mine to toy with. A few months later I had my first meal in fear. I nearly killed a boy who stupidly thought I was his friend. After that failed me and Sara changed schools.
For the next few years I scared people with near death experiences, fed on the fear of death. I was never afraid, not of heights or death or being watched. I was never afraid. It was amazing to walk around and not be afraid of being hurt or killed. At first i wouldn't deliberately try, if i died or got hurt then that would be perfect. Over time when i hadn't died i started to get impatient, i threw myself into the ocean and waited and i didnt die.
I waited, the water filled my lungs and I wanted to scream. The agonizing burn of salt water filling my eyes, my lungs, the cuts I had from running through the brush. The pain was beautiful and as i washed onto the shore i went to find other ways to kill myself. A gunshot would put me out for a day, jumping from a building would be an hour. The more painful the death, the longer I would be ‘dead’.
Now you see as my want for death grew my hunger also grew. I kept nearly killing others, I volunteered at an old person's home and fed on the fear of death on the fear of nothing after. As time went on and their fear wasn't enough I started to try and find others to feed on. I would push someone off a building, stab another, do everything to feed my insatiable appetite but it never worked.
No matter how many people I killed, how many I was scared, how many I fed off of, I was always hungry. My entire self was consumed with hunger wanting nothing more than to end everything. After single people alone stopped filling me I started targeting groups. Crashing a bus, failing a plane, anything to feed my hunger. After a particularly filling feeding I found a girl who was full of fear.
She was sickeningly sweet and so full of the fear of death. Might I say religion brings so much fear of death. Did I tell you I burned down a comune just to feel the terror of the end. But I had targeted her, a sweet girl fresh out of school who was terrified of death. For years I tormented her feeding on her fear.
When I told you she tasted delightful and her fear so fresh I couldn't believe that she wasn't already marked by another fear. So when she caught me after i had recovered from my attempt i was so excited to talk to her. Using a bit of end magic I had shown her her mother, a sweet girl who called madie and had passed away long ago.
With all of my tormenting and revealing of myself I finally got what I wanted. She was too deep in fear to realize that she was in a crumbling building. Once she realized it disappeared, watched from outside as she was crushed under rubble and slowly realized she was dying.
Of course i'm not evil so i called the police to get her out but by that time she was too injured to stay on the police. She spent time in the hospital where I fed on her constant fear. She doesn't remember it but it was delightful. Now I go back to her every few days and feed on her paranoia. It truly is the best.
Archivist
Well that was… interesting. Her statement gives me a lot of information in the end. I suspect if I can find her then I can find more information on the end and the vast. That being said loraly Fairchild is a dangerous individual and should not be interacted with under any circumstances. She will harm you physically and mentally. If you are listening to this then that means I have been compromised.
Loraly
Oh archivist, that's so mean, how could you be so rude to your most favorite of avatars
Archivist
What do you… who are you??
Loraly
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It's not obvious? Im the end! Here to let you know your time is coming! So I'm here to let you know that the end will get you eventually. Even if you know all the end will never be something you can escape jonathan.
[static ends]
Archivist
I.. shit… statement ends.
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