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The Detective.
The last thing the detective would have thought is that the killer had caught him.
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"Sir, " Came the hesitant voice of the detective's assistant. Well, he wasn't so much of an assistant as he was a bringer of information. All he ever did was give Skyler the news of victims and what not. Still, he was helpful, so the detective enjoyed his presents, as much as he hated to hear the bad news that was usual told.
"There have been two more victims." He said briefly. There wasn't much else to say, really. He handed the detective, currently rubbing him temples in stress, a folder with all further information he'd need. Information on the victims, pictures of the scene, and some other police reports. "You think it's that killer that's been goin' around, sir?" The assistant asked.
Skyler said nothing at first, instead, he opened up to the pictures of the crime scene, only to regret it. He closed the folder and nodded. "Yeah, it's defiantly that guy." He said, being able to tell from the pointless gruesomeness of the scene. His assistant, Robert, nodded in agreement. He hadn't seen the pictures, but he had heard of this particular killer being extremely gruesome.
The detective was silent in re-opening the folder. Instead of opening up to the pictures, this time, he decided to read about the two victims, trying to repress the image in his mind.
27 year old Mary Williams and her 7 year old daughter Abby Williams. Mary was divorced from her husband, living alone with her daughter. Her neighbors claim that Mary was a good mother and that the mother and daughter had a very close relationship. Mary at a small restaurant outside of town, so she was in no way rich. The mother and daughter had the same blonde hair, her daughter's eyes were a lovely blue, while her mothers were a deep brown. Both girls were described as being "always happy, they could really light up a room just with their smiles."
He looked back at the pictures, because, after all, it was his job. He had to, know matter how disgusting.
The first picture was of the girl, Abby. She looked worse than her mother.
Her throat had been slit, which he assumed was the ultimate cause of her death. It seemed like everything after that was just the killer playing for shock factor- which he achieved. The girl's eyes had been ripped out. Right out of her tiny little head, and her body was covered in bruises, which he assumed where from struggling. Her shirt was raised up enough to see that her stomach had been cut open and her intestines where pulled out, placed in a pile next to her body. There was blood everywhere, as to be expected, the dark liquid covered her clothes and face, Other than that, she had small cuts and carvings all over her arms. Nothing that resembled anything more.
Mary didn't have it so bad, for what this killer does. She was covered in bruised and cuts too, which where also likely from struggling. There where cuts at the side of her mouth; a Glasgow smile, so that when she'd yell it'd rip wider. It had been ripped a lot. She too was killed by a slit throat.
The police determined that Abby died after her mother, so that she was forced to watch her mother be killed by this man. (Or woman.)
The two where found dead, laying on the carpet. Blood stained the brown carpet a dark red, everything else was left untouched. The police found no significant evidence.
The detective took a deep breath and sunk in his chair. "Robert, get me my coat, I'm going to the scene of the crime."
"Yes sir."
"There have been two more victims." He said briefly. There wasn't much else to say, really. He handed the detective, currently rubbing him temples in stress, a folder with all further information he'd need. Information on the victims, pictures of the scene, and some other police reports. "You think it's that killer that's been goin' around, sir?" The assistant asked.
Skyler said nothing at first, instead, he opened up to the pictures of the crime scene, only to regret it. He closed the folder and nodded. "Yeah, it's defiantly that guy." He said, being able to tell from the pointless gruesomeness of the scene. His assistant, Robert, nodded in agreement. He hadn't seen the pictures, but he had heard of this particular killer being extremely gruesome.
The detective was silent in re-opening the folder. Instead of opening up to the pictures, this time, he decided to read about the two victims, trying to repress the image in his mind.
27 year old Mary Williams and her 7 year old daughter Abby Williams. Mary was divorced from her husband, living alone with her daughter. Her neighbors claim that Mary was a good mother and that the mother and daughter had a very close relationship. Mary at a small restaurant outside of town, so she was in no way rich. The mother and daughter had the same blonde hair, her daughter's eyes were a lovely blue, while her mothers were a deep brown. Both girls were described as being "always happy, they could really light up a room just with their smiles."
He looked back at the pictures, because, after all, it was his job. He had to, know matter how disgusting.
The first picture was of the girl, Abby. She looked worse than her mother.
Her throat had been slit, which he assumed was the ultimate cause of her death. It seemed like everything after that was just the killer playing for shock factor- which he achieved. The girl's eyes had been ripped out. Right out of her tiny little head, and her body was covered in bruises, which he assumed where from struggling. Her shirt was raised up enough to see that her stomach had been cut open and her intestines where pulled out, placed in a pile next to her body. There was blood everywhere, as to be expected, the dark liquid covered her clothes and face, Other than that, she had small cuts and carvings all over her arms. Nothing that resembled anything more.
Mary didn't have it so bad, for what this killer does. She was covered in bruised and cuts too, which where also likely from struggling. There where cuts at the side of her mouth; a Glasgow smile, so that when she'd yell it'd rip wider. It had been ripped a lot. She too was killed by a slit throat.
The police determined that Abby died after her mother, so that she was forced to watch her mother be killed by this man. (Or woman.)
The two where found dead, laying on the carpet. Blood stained the brown carpet a dark red, everything else was left untouched. The police found no significant evidence.
The detective took a deep breath and sunk in his chair. "Robert, get me my coat, I'm going to the scene of the crime."
"Yes sir."
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