

THE ASH PROTOCOL
Popoola Omogbolahan · Ongoing · 39.0k Words
Introduction
The victims share no clear connection—except the symbolism left at each scene and the lingering sense of something ancient lurking beneath the surface. But when a frightened survivor named Eliza Quinn whispers of a forbidden manuscript called The Ash Protocol, Celia's investigation veers into dangerous territory—where reality begins to fracture, and obsession takes root.
As she uncovers the dark history behind the Protocol and the man who carries it like scripture, Celia must confront not only a killer who believes he’s enacting divine will—but a secret so buried it rewrites everything she thought she knew about the city, the victims, and herself.
Some books don’t want to be found.
This one refuses to be forgotten.
Chapter 1
Rain licked the streets of Crescent Heights like a warning. Shards of moonlight sliced through the stormclouds, casting long, broken shadows across alleyways that hadn’t known sunlight in weeks. Detective Celia Hart stood under the flickering streetlamp, her gloved hands buried in the pockets of her long wool coat, watching the coroner’s team zip the body into a black plastic bag. Another dead girl. Another Jane Doe.
She barely flinched anymore.
"Second one this month,” Officer Langley said beside her, his notebook untouched. “Same setup. Same message.”
Celia nodded once. Her eyes didn’t leave the bloodied pavement or the red roses carefully placed next to the girl’s head — a bouquet tied with black ribbon and a single matchstick tucked into the knot. Symbolism. Always symbolism. Whoever the killer was, he had a taste for theatrics.
She crouched low, ignoring the water soaking into her boots, and examined the victim’s fingers. Callused. Worn. Maybe a musician, maybe a waitress.
“Send the photos to Dr. Shaw. Get prints lifted. I want an ID by morning,” she said, her voice low, firm. She didn’t ask for things. She expected them.
Langley gave a clipped nod. “Already on it.”
Celia stood again, scanning the nearby buildings. Brick structures layered with graffiti and grime, windows either barred or shattered. The kind of neighborhood that swallowed screams and spit out silence.
The killer didn’t just leave bodies — he staged them. Each one wrapped in ritual and riddle, and always in a place that whispered something specific. The last girl had been found near the old train yard, hands folded over a Bible. Before that, a body on the steps of the Crescent Theater, holding a broken violin string.
Roses. Matches. Messages. And no fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just dead eyes and silence.
Celia turned back toward her car. “I want everything we can get from street cams. Six-hour radius. Pull it all. Even if it’s grainy.”
Langley nodded again. He was good at not talking too much, a rare gift in junior officers. Celia appreciated that. Words had weight, and too many would bury the truth.
---
Her apartment was barely warmer than the street. Fourth floor, no elevator, and a radiator that had given up trying to fight the cold months ago. She tossed her coat over the armchair and peeled off her soaked gloves, then stood in the dark for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of old paper, metal polish, and lingering coffee.
She lived alone. She liked it that way.
The file on the Roses Killer — that’s what the press had started calling him — sat open on her kitchen table. Polaroids spread out in a grid. Names, when they had them. Not always. A few missing persons reports matched up. Others didn’t. There was no consistency in age, race, profession. The only common thread: they were women. And they were all left with roses, the matchstick, and a message.
This latest one hadn’t had a note.
That unsettled her more than she let on.
She picked up her pen, started scribbling notes in the margins.
No note. First time.
Location: 12th and Baker. Proximity to St. Jude Shelter.
Matchstick ribbon — handmade?
Possible break in pattern = escalation?
The silence in the room grew heavy. Celia tapped the pen once, twice, then again.
Her phone buzzed.
Langley: Surveillance footage pulled. One match. Grainy. Sending now.
The file popped up. Celia opened it. A low-res clip from a traffic cam, time-stamped two hours before the body was discovered. A tall figure in a trench coat. Face obscured. Walking east with purpose. One hand in his pocket. The other holding… something. Could’ve been a bouquet.
Zoom. Enhance. Nothing helpful.
Still, something about the gait. The posture. The lean of the head. Familiar.
She froze.
It couldn’t be.
Her heart thudded. Not in fear. In recognition.
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The next morning, she stood outside St. Jude’s Shelter as dawn broke over the city like a bruise. The director, an elderly man named Father Marlowe, greeted her with tired eyes and coffee-stained fingers.
“We haven’t had trouble, Detective,” he said as they walked through the cluttered halls. “But we did have a new girl check in two nights ago. Said she was running from something.”
Celia’s spine straightened. “Running from what?”
“Didn’t say. Just… scared.”
They found her in the back, folding blankets with the precision of someone who’d never been allowed to make mistakes. Late twenties. Pale. Hair tucked into a scarf. Hands trembling.
Her name was Eliza Quinn.
And she recognized the matchstick.
---
Eliza sat across from Celia in the interrogation room, a cup of untouched tea between them.
“I know what he does with the roses,” she whispered. Her eyes flicked toward the corners of the room, as if expecting someone to materialize from the shadows.
“Do you know him?” Celia asked calmly.
“I knew him. Years ago.” Eliza’s voice cracked. “He wasn’t like that back then.”
Celia leaned forward. “What changed?”
Eliza’s hands curled into fists. “He found the book.”
Celia blinked. “What book?”
The silence stretched.
Then, finally, Eliza whispered, “The Ash Protocol.”
Celia stared. “That’s not a real thing.”
“It is,” Eliza said. “And once you start reading it, it starts reading you back.”
---
Back at the precinct, Celia pulled every database she had access to. There were no official documents, no scholarly references, no library records under the name “The Ash Protocol.”
But in the deep web — the shadows under the internet’s floorboards — she found whispers. Mentions in conspiracy forums. Chatroom threads about ancient codes, psychological warfare, urban legends, and books that weren’t supposed to exist.
Always the same warning: Once you find the Protocol, you’ll never unsee the truth.
Celia leaned back in her chair, eyes dry and burning.
Something in this city was shifting.
This wasn’t just a serial killer.
This was something older. Deeper.
And someone wanted it silenced.
---
At midnight, she sat by her window, the rain returning with sharp insistence. Across the street, a man in a dark coat stood under the lamplight.
He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
A bouquet of roses at his feet.
And a single matchstick burning between his fingers.
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