Bizarre: Teleportation

Microfiction: The Barbell Killer

The Case:

The first incident was easily overlooked. A dead body, head smashed in by a weighted barbell. No one asked any pertinent questions. It looked like any other murder.

Except no one could explain how anyone got ninety kilograms worth of metal into the building without being detected. And how that happened to land on the victim’s head from thin air. Or how there were no fingerprints on anything.

And the boot prints. Disembodied. One set of prints just next to the body. With no footprints leading to them, or from them.

The second body appeared across the country. The motif was the same. A bloodied barbell, disembodied fingerprints and a smashed-in head.

By the time the third and fourth appeared, the flags had been raised. A killer was on the loose. And from the evidence, he was smart, ruthless and dedicated. His modus-operandi didn’t change. But the profile of his victims was changing to high profile government officials. All of them tied to one department.

Intelligence.

That was when the case made it to his desk. And the name became formal. The Barbell killer was real.

The Blue Papers:

None of the theories made sense. And they were many.

From stalking his victims to holing up in their houses. From him being a forensic expert to being a psychotic gym instructor.

But all that changed when a pile of blue papers came through the mail. Somehow it had slipped through the checks and landed on his desk. Between the jumble of scientific noise that was littered all over those pages, It presented an impossibility.

A theory. One that nestled in his brain.

It was simple. Assume a person could switch positions instantly to any point in space. And assume that for this to happen, there has to be an equal exchange in mass between the two points.

Now, how about three?

And how do you find a person who could be anywhere?

Or even worse, a person who could find you anywhere?

#Crime #Fiction