Kill shot, baby.

Morgues are empty and cold. The remains of life that once was and now dissolved into nothing but files linger. The thought seeps into your soul, squeezing until your gasping for air.

Sirius never liked morgues. They remind him of home. Just as lifeless and just as depressing.

There's also something wrong with regulus and he can't crack it, it's bothering him. What's more bothering as that every time he asks if regulus is alright, the other boy just closes further in on himself.

It's infuriating, but in a way that sirius is more mad at himself for not knowing how to help in these situations. He's his older brother, for merlin's sake. He should know to comfort him.

Sirius felt guilt gnaw at him for most of last night, he should've been in a room with regulus but remus offered. Remus offered and asked sirius to share a room, that was an act of vulnerability that remus rarely ever shows. The guilt faded slightly through out the night, the hole in his chest not eating away at his thoughts when he saw remus in the morning. Sunlight bathed over his face and he had to actually hold his hand to not reach out and trace a scar that went across his nose and through his lip.

No one, minus lily (the mandatory therapist for the crew), actually knows the story of how remus got his scars. Anytime anyone asks they'd get a look that sirius believes could even make his mother's blood curdle.

That's unimportant at the moment though, because the guilt is back at full force as he stares at regulus staring down at the lifeless body that used to be Caroline Wilkinson.

Same MO as the rest, most recent. It's not a pretty sight, limbs twisted at awkward angles and lifeless eyes boring into his.

James went with marlene and barty (they honestly shouldn't be trusted together but for some reason remus has hope in them) to speak to potential witnesses.

Which is odd, james tends to stick with sirius when they do cases. Partners in crime.
He would've just put it to james wanting to be thoughtful and leaving sirius with regulus, but the eagerness he had to not have to work with sirius worried him.

Or perhaps it was reg- No that couldn't be, sirius understands that they didn't exactly get along on the right foot but regulus gets along with no one. They did seem a bit awkward this morning but who wouldn't be after spending night with someone who's practically a stranger.

He pushes those thoughts away, zoning back in on what the mortician is saying.
It's all the same as to what they deduced from the photos anyways, so it's not too important to listen to. Regulus must think the same because he's zoned out staring at a particular wound with his brows furrowed ever slightly.

That was the anomaly with this victim, she had a shallow wound in the faint outline of a wiggly line, or a snake? Strange, could just be coincidence.

Though in this line of work, nothing can be chalked up to a coincidence. He files it away in his head, regulus most likely doing the same, for later.

They regroup at the precinct, the others having more intel on what the victims were like. They're all similar before they die, young, attractive and drunk out of their mind.

Pity really, sirius bets they were having a wonderful night before they were slaughtered.

He can't take his mind off the mark, he's seen it elsewhere but..where? Perhaps the lack of answers was getting to him, maybe he needed to see lily after this case.

James is speaking with regulus, he looks rather pathetic to be honest because regulus looks like he'd rather be anywhere else, and sirius has to swallow down the bubble of laughter crawling up his throat.

That bubble is quickly popped as they get back to work, hunched over the table in the conference room and gallons of coffee being passed around.

Everyone's tired, annoyed and genuinely confused over the lack of personality there is to any of these victims. It's hollow, meaningless deaths. Which means the unsub isn't doing it for them, but for someone else.

They double back on the cut on the woman at the morgue, eyes boring into the curved lines as if it'd give them the answers.

It does, in a way. When it clicks and sirius can't breathe. He forces in a breath anyways, lungs screaming at him because of it.

"Death eaters" he breathes out, wide eyes looking upwards to the rest of the group.

"This mark is the signal of death eaters"
He notices as it clicks in regulus' head aswell, he notices as the familiar dread in his own stomach makes home in his brothers.

Along went the dread with remus, then barty, then evan and dorcas. Both james and marlene looking from one and other to everyone else for answers.

"Wait, death eaters? As in that cult?" Asks marlene, idly twirling a pen in her hand.

"Yes, the cult. They are also a terrorist cult who haven't risen in the last decade." Remus explains, swallowing down the rest of his coffee.

He types something frantically on his phone before shoving it away and looking at the group.

"They are a group of people who believe fear is freedom, choosing to resort to voilence to be heard. They are inspired by the mass killer Gellert Grindelwald. Founded and, as we know, ruled by a man named Tom Riddle"

Sirius has to sit down as remus lists off information he's heard long before. Information that came out of his mother's mouth in awe rather then disgust.

This case is so much deeper than a homocide, this is a terrorist attack. This means that the most feared and powerful terrorist group are back and, so it seems, able to commit to their beliefs once more.

It's terrifying, quite frankly.

Everyone's gone silent as they think it over, except for dorcas' hushed whispering to marlene about the cult. It's unsurprising she hasn't heard much of them, the fbi did all they could to cover up the dozens of murders caused by this act.

All the gruesome, horrific murders. And now they're back, they're back and no one knows how the fuck to stop them.

If death doesn't scare them, then what's on gods earth that will?