What Happens When I Don't Get enough Sleep
Well I have been writing again. Here the first chapter of my newest story. Be warned…It’s a rough draft.
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This Town
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*~Chapter One~*
“To know death's face, is to embrace life.”
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Washington State
July 24, 2043
Upon entering the room, I could see a table and a few chairs had been thrown askew, paper and other objects littered the floor. A small blue vase that was on the kitchen counter had fallen over; and the water spilled over the edge in a small stream next to the fallen yellow flowers. It was a clear indication of the struggle that had taken place, and one hell of a struggle it must have been.
I walked towards the small brick fire place, and picked up a picture frame that was on the mantle piece. There was a man that looked to be in his late 30’s early 40’s with dusty blond hair and green eyes and a narrow face, obviously the father. His arm was around a woman that must have been the mother who looked no older then 32 with long braided red hair and emerald eyes, and a smile that revealed dimples. Next to them stood a boy about 17 or 18 with strawberry blond hair and eyes like the older man, the son.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and counted to 10 and placed the picture back on the mantle. I turned towards the man standing in the doorway a few feet in front of me. As if sensing my eyes on him he turned his head in my direction, with a small smile he strutted over to me. He was about 5’9 to my height of 5’5, and was wearing a red dress shirt and a pair of black polyester slacks. Where he was dark I was light. His skin was a chocolate brown, not milk chocolate, but dark chocolate, almost pitch black. His hair hung in long cornrows to his waist. All in which made his eyes of a purple, with blue and green rings, and jagged red bolts stand out even more. Just by looking at him you could tell he wasn’t human, he seemed to glow under his dark skin, and his eyes spoke clearly of what he was. Sidhe.
Willie Henderson and I met a few years back when I lived in Manhattan. I had been investigating a crime scene, which involved a rouge voodoo priestess who was raising the dead and sending them to attack leaders of popular political parties. Willie was called in because he was a practiced necromancer, and when dealing with the dead, he was your key to success.
He had saved my ass more then I could count during that case, without asking for anything in return. Then when I was kicked out of my apartment complex for all the trouble I brought. Willie offered me a place to stay for awhile, stating that it wasn’t my fault that practically every hit man alive was after my hide. When I arrived in Washington, I moved in with him till I was able to get my own place, which happens to be an apartment complex about a block away from his home. He is my closest friend, I may be able to trust him with my life, but with my true self…no.
“I didn’t think you were going to make it. It’s not like you to be late, it’s hard enough to keep the deputies from messing with the bodies, but now we have the news crews here to.” Willie fussed with the collar of his shirt nervously as he eyed me with those eyes of his.
“I was stuck in traffic, an accident on I5,” I reached up and stilled his hands that were beginning to pull franticly. “Jesus Willie, get a hold of your self. I’ve never seen you this nervous before.”
“I’ve seen some messed up stuff in my life Aubrey, but this is some bad shit. I don’t have the slightest clue what could have caused this, if it’s a zombie or some sort of undead, it sure as hell is not one I’ve heard of. It’s even worse then the murders in Manhattan.”
Just the mentioning of the Murders in Manhattan made my stomach cramped up and do flip flops. I remember I had vomited on the evidence and almost got kicked out of the crime scene. I could not let that happen again.
“I’m seriously going to need coffee after this.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to stomach much after this.”
“That bad?”
“Hell ya.” The look on his face was so raw, so hurt. I knew I couldn’t make him go in there again.
I took a few deep breaths and headed towards the doorway. “Willie, you don’t have to go in again. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“Thanks, Aubrey; I can’t tell you how relieved I am to hear that.” He relaxed a little and gave me one of his silly grins, showing off his perfectly white teeth, a great contras to all that darkness.
“It’s the least I could do after all you’ve done for me.” With that said I walked threw doorway into the the hall.
About halfway down the hall blood was splattered on the ground, and looked like the body the blood had come from was dragged into the room on the far end of the hall. I walked up to the armed uniform that was blocking the door and flashed my pre-natural license. He took the badge, looked it over then looked at me non to happily. I have learned from the past that the feds don’t like civilian treading on there turf, and I was no exception, so I am use to having people angered with me. He stared at me coldly and handed my license back. I stared up at him, eyes cold and emotionless, to show I wasn’t intimidated. “Move aside.” I said in my don’t-mess-with-me voice. He hesitated a few minuets then moved aside and opened the door for me and motioned me in.
Once in the room I could see the wall on the left side by the bed was splattered with blood and something thicker, there was a smudged as if a hand had pressed against it then slowly slid down scratch marks included and even a fingernail was wedged in the wall. A white sheet covered a large mound on the bed, and a few sheets covered smaller mounds that were scattered around the room.
Walking further into the room, I was glad I wore black sneakers as the blood in the carpet squished when I walked. A few officers looked up, and one walked over to a small man with black hair and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and walked over to me.
“You Aubrey Latrell?”
“Yes, and you must be Detective Xanders”
“Your late, I don’t have all day, this is a murder scene not a dinner party.” Detective Xanders said gruffly while folding his arms across his chest. He was dressed in standard black slacks and shirt. He was only about 2 inches taller then me, but what he lacked in height he had in bronze.
“I was stuck in traffic. I’m really not in the mood for chit chat, so show me the body, and then let me move onto the next two so I can get the hell out of here.”
Detective Xanders glared at me and led me over towards the bed. When he was about half a foot away he paused and stared down at the sheet. He shuffled threw his pockets and handed me a pair of rubber gloves to put on over the sleeves of my plastic coveralls. “Put them on, you’ll need them.”
I put the gloves on then walked over to the blood stained sheet and gripped the end. I counted to three in my head and ripped the cover back. I took an involuntary step back and wrapped my arms around myself as I shuddered. ‘Not going to get sick… Not going to get sick…I can do this…’
I looked down at remains of a female torso and chest, one breast was literally ripped off and there was gaping hole in the middle of the torso, showing inside. I could tell that the stomach must have been ripped by the smell that overwhelmed the blood. Deep scratches were visible on the sides, but the most peculiar thing was that the intestine and others inners were missing. I stuck my hands in the hole up to my elbows and found that the rib cage had been crushed and the heart also missing. I pulled my hands out and had to try and settle my stomach.
“Detective…What’s under the other mounds?”
“The arms, legs and head.”
“Did you find the heart or the inners anywhere?”
“No.”
“Take me to the other two bodies.”
Detective Xanders put a hand on my arm in a comforting gesture letting some warmth come into his eyes. He smiled sadly and said. “You don’t have to. I wouldn’t force anybody to look at what you just saw and are going to see.”
“All I want to do is look at the evidence, give my opinion and get the hell out of here.”
“You sure you really want to do this?”
“No I don’t want to do this, what I really want to do is take a long shower and clean the blood off of me, but I can’t do that till I see the bodies. So not to be rude, take me to the bodies so I can go home.”
“As you wish,” He turned and headed out the door. We passed threw the kitchen/dining room where Willie sat in his chair, looking a little green, I knew I must have been mirroring his complexion. We passed threw an open arch on the other side of the doorway that we just came out of, and entered what appeared to be the living room.
To the right of where we entered a glass sliding door that led to the back yard was shattered, and blood hung on the jagged pieces still attached to the door. In the middle of the room a white sheet covered a figure that looked whole. I looked around the room and took note of the surrounding before I turned towards Detective Xanders. “Is the other body outside?”
“The father is outside, this is the son. He is not as painful to look at as the others.”
“Wow…That’s fantastic, can I get a sucker and a sticker when it’s all over doctor?” I said sarcastically, I find it’s helpful to not be serious and joke around a little on the job, because it keeps me from thinking about the carnage of what I see was once alive.
“Don’t screw around Latrell; you have a job to do.” He spoke curtly and groggily.
“Yeah, yeah I know, look at the bodies, give you my opinion, have nightmares for about a week, and then oh! Goodie! Another crime scene to go to, and start the process all over again.”
“Just get this over with Latrell.”
“Fine.”
I kneeled down, pulled the sheet back and looked at the body. There were deep scratches on the chest and legs, and the right arm was bent at a sickening angel. His head was hanging by only a few strands of flash and his mouth was open in a scream. One eye was gouged out and hanging from the socket. One ear was missing, and his upper lip was torn off. I looked to his middle and saw that there was also a large whole gouged threw him. I reached down into him and felt around. Nothing. The inners and heart was also missing “Shit, Xanders. He was still alive when his innards where being taken.”
“How the hell do you know that? He looks just as dead as the female.”
“I just know this. Look at his face and then the gouges. The injuries on the face
are not as deep, and are older. He was still alive when the thing shoved into him.”
“Shit. That’s just not right.” Detective Xanders mouth formed a tight line, as sweat formed on his brow. “I won’t force you to look at the last body. Just tell me what the hell you think this is, and you can leave.”
“As nice as it would be not to look at the body, I would never be able to rest if I didn’t. I would be nagged with the feeling that I missed something, so let’s just get this mess over with.” We walked out into the back yard, and I walked over to the largest mound and pulled the sheet off.
One leg was still attached to the body, but out of the socket, the other leg, and both the arms and head were missing. Strips of flesh moved in the warm summer breeze. I looked to the whole in its middle, and I once again reached inside.
Like the first two, the inners and heart was missing, as I pulled my hands out I could feel a sharp pointed object impelled to the tissue. I yanked it out and looked it over. It looked to be a very large fang, almost like that of a snake. It had to be about 8 inches in the least.
Detective Xanders looked over my shoulder. “What is that thing? It’s big enough to be a small knife.”
“ It’s a tooth.”
“A tooth? What kind?”
“A big tooth…”
Detective Xanders groaned out loud and glared at me.
“Danmit Latrell! Don’t be a smart ass, you know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure what it belongs to, but I do have an Idea-”
“Well?”
“Impatience doesn’t become you Detective. Now if you let me finish, I was about to say it looks like it could belong to a really large snake, or a lesser demon.”
He shook his head and gave a shaky laugh. “Are you trying to say, a giant snake or a lesser demon killed these people? That’s insane!”
“If it’s so insane why the hell was I called out here for? I deal in issues like these where the killer is not human. I think I know a human kill from a non human kill when I see one, Detective,” I stretched the word detective making it sounds mocking. “Now let me do my job so I can get off of your damn crime scene.”
Detective Xanders visibly shook with anger and clenched his fist at his side. He turned a cold stare to me, that if I had been any normal person, I would have coward away, and asked for forgiveness…but not me, I’m not smart enough to do that. “So, what happened here then?” He growled out.
“Okay, back to business. By looking at the way the scenes are executed, the father and son must have been in the back yard doing something when the creature showed up. The father had probably told the son to run and tell his mother, as he tried to fend the beast off. The creature most likely killed the father quickly, and then went after the son, which it threw into the glass door, knocking him unconscious. The mother who had to have been in the kitchen/dining room heard the commotion and went to see what was going on. This led to the creature chasing her into the kitchen/dining room, then into the hall where it wounded her, and finally killed her in the bedroom. After all the victims were dead, it went back and took it’s time devouring and tearing apart the bodies.”
“I’m impressed, all this just by looking at the bodies and the surroundings?”
“It’s all deduction my dear Watson.” I grinned at him and wagged my figure.
“That does sound like a reasonable conclusion, compared to others I’ve heard
today.” He gave a small grin, and waved off my poor attempt at trying to lighten the mood.
“Others? Like what?” Yup, I always have to question things.
“One of the other investigators told me the killer was human, and cut the bodies up, taking the inner organs as a prize.”
“If only that was the case, this would be so much easier. Yet, clearly you can see, the body parts were not cut of, they were ripped off, and with finding the tooth in the last victim, we know that the creature either ate the innards or horded them.”
He gave me a smile as he led me back to the kitchen dinning room where Willie was sitting. “Sgt. Michaels was right. You really are a tough chick; you handled looking at the scene better then a lot of my men.”
I smiled a quick flash of teeth. “I try to be. Yet it’s hard to be tough looking when your only 5’5.” Sgt. Michaels worked for the FBI and was one of the only feds that didn’t mind me on scene. In fact he made sure that I was at them.
“I know you must be anxious to get home, so I’ll keep in contact and call when anything new comes up. Now go home and take that shower you wanted, honestly you look horrible.” He then walked back threw the doorway.
When he was gone I let my tough chick façade drop and I ran over to the sink and vomited. Willie had gotten up and held my hair back till I finished losing my guts, then held a damp towel out to me. I carefully peeled the blooded rubber gloves of my hands, tossed them into the black trash bag and rolled the coverall sleeves up and grabbed the towel and wiped my face. “Thanks Willie.”
“Told you it was bad.”
“Yeah you said it was bad. You should Have Said horrifying…”
“What do you think did it?”
I told him what I had told Detective Xanders about it being a lesser demon or a large snake. “If you want to see the tooth it’s in the back with the father’s body.”
“That’s fine with me. I don’t even want to go near those bodies at the moment.” He gave me a one armed hug and led me to the door. “Aubrey go home and wash up, you look like shit.”
I grinned up at him smugly. “I may look like shit, but you don’t want to know what you look like Willie.” He laughed warmly and stated that he believed me on that one as I walked out the door and got into my car.
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This Town
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*~Chapter One~*
“To know death's face, is to embrace life.”
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Washington State
July 24, 2043
Upon entering the room, I could see a table and a few chairs had been thrown askew, paper and other objects littered the floor. A small blue vase that was on the kitchen counter had fallen over; and the water spilled over the edge in a small stream next to the fallen yellow flowers. It was a clear indication of the struggle that had taken place, and one hell of a struggle it must have been.
I walked towards the small brick fire place, and picked up a picture frame that was on the mantle piece. There was a man that looked to be in his late 30’s early 40’s with dusty blond hair and green eyes and a narrow face, obviously the father. His arm was around a woman that must have been the mother who looked no older then 32 with long braided red hair and emerald eyes, and a smile that revealed dimples. Next to them stood a boy about 17 or 18 with strawberry blond hair and eyes like the older man, the son.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and counted to 10 and placed the picture back on the mantle. I turned towards the man standing in the doorway a few feet in front of me. As if sensing my eyes on him he turned his head in my direction, with a small smile he strutted over to me. He was about 5’9 to my height of 5’5, and was wearing a red dress shirt and a pair of black polyester slacks. Where he was dark I was light. His skin was a chocolate brown, not milk chocolate, but dark chocolate, almost pitch black. His hair hung in long cornrows to his waist. All in which made his eyes of a purple, with blue and green rings, and jagged red bolts stand out even more. Just by looking at him you could tell he wasn’t human, he seemed to glow under his dark skin, and his eyes spoke clearly of what he was. Sidhe.
Willie Henderson and I met a few years back when I lived in Manhattan. I had been investigating a crime scene, which involved a rouge voodoo priestess who was raising the dead and sending them to attack leaders of popular political parties. Willie was called in because he was a practiced necromancer, and when dealing with the dead, he was your key to success.
He had saved my ass more then I could count during that case, without asking for anything in return. Then when I was kicked out of my apartment complex for all the trouble I brought. Willie offered me a place to stay for awhile, stating that it wasn’t my fault that practically every hit man alive was after my hide. When I arrived in Washington, I moved in with him till I was able to get my own place, which happens to be an apartment complex about a block away from his home. He is my closest friend, I may be able to trust him with my life, but with my true self…no.
“I didn’t think you were going to make it. It’s not like you to be late, it’s hard enough to keep the deputies from messing with the bodies, but now we have the news crews here to.” Willie fussed with the collar of his shirt nervously as he eyed me with those eyes of his.
“I was stuck in traffic, an accident on I5,” I reached up and stilled his hands that were beginning to pull franticly. “Jesus Willie, get a hold of your self. I’ve never seen you this nervous before.”
“I’ve seen some messed up stuff in my life Aubrey, but this is some bad shit. I don’t have the slightest clue what could have caused this, if it’s a zombie or some sort of undead, it sure as hell is not one I’ve heard of. It’s even worse then the murders in Manhattan.”
Just the mentioning of the Murders in Manhattan made my stomach cramped up and do flip flops. I remember I had vomited on the evidence and almost got kicked out of the crime scene. I could not let that happen again.
“I’m seriously going to need coffee after this.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to stomach much after this.”
“That bad?”
“Hell ya.” The look on his face was so raw, so hurt. I knew I couldn’t make him go in there again.
I took a few deep breaths and headed towards the doorway. “Willie, you don’t have to go in again. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“Thanks, Aubrey; I can’t tell you how relieved I am to hear that.” He relaxed a little and gave me one of his silly grins, showing off his perfectly white teeth, a great contras to all that darkness.
“It’s the least I could do after all you’ve done for me.” With that said I walked threw doorway into the the hall.
About halfway down the hall blood was splattered on the ground, and looked like the body the blood had come from was dragged into the room on the far end of the hall. I walked up to the armed uniform that was blocking the door and flashed my pre-natural license. He took the badge, looked it over then looked at me non to happily. I have learned from the past that the feds don’t like civilian treading on there turf, and I was no exception, so I am use to having people angered with me. He stared at me coldly and handed my license back. I stared up at him, eyes cold and emotionless, to show I wasn’t intimidated. “Move aside.” I said in my don’t-mess-with-me voice. He hesitated a few minuets then moved aside and opened the door for me and motioned me in.
Once in the room I could see the wall on the left side by the bed was splattered with blood and something thicker, there was a smudged as if a hand had pressed against it then slowly slid down scratch marks included and even a fingernail was wedged in the wall. A white sheet covered a large mound on the bed, and a few sheets covered smaller mounds that were scattered around the room.
Walking further into the room, I was glad I wore black sneakers as the blood in the carpet squished when I walked. A few officers looked up, and one walked over to a small man with black hair and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and walked over to me.
“You Aubrey Latrell?”
“Yes, and you must be Detective Xanders”
“Your late, I don’t have all day, this is a murder scene not a dinner party.” Detective Xanders said gruffly while folding his arms across his chest. He was dressed in standard black slacks and shirt. He was only about 2 inches taller then me, but what he lacked in height he had in bronze.
“I was stuck in traffic. I’m really not in the mood for chit chat, so show me the body, and then let me move onto the next two so I can get the hell out of here.”
Detective Xanders glared at me and led me over towards the bed. When he was about half a foot away he paused and stared down at the sheet. He shuffled threw his pockets and handed me a pair of rubber gloves to put on over the sleeves of my plastic coveralls. “Put them on, you’ll need them.”
I put the gloves on then walked over to the blood stained sheet and gripped the end. I counted to three in my head and ripped the cover back. I took an involuntary step back and wrapped my arms around myself as I shuddered. ‘Not going to get sick… Not going to get sick…I can do this…’
I looked down at remains of a female torso and chest, one breast was literally ripped off and there was gaping hole in the middle of the torso, showing inside. I could tell that the stomach must have been ripped by the smell that overwhelmed the blood. Deep scratches were visible on the sides, but the most peculiar thing was that the intestine and others inners were missing. I stuck my hands in the hole up to my elbows and found that the rib cage had been crushed and the heart also missing. I pulled my hands out and had to try and settle my stomach.
“Detective…What’s under the other mounds?”
“The arms, legs and head.”
“Did you find the heart or the inners anywhere?”
“No.”
“Take me to the other two bodies.”
Detective Xanders put a hand on my arm in a comforting gesture letting some warmth come into his eyes. He smiled sadly and said. “You don’t have to. I wouldn’t force anybody to look at what you just saw and are going to see.”
“All I want to do is look at the evidence, give my opinion and get the hell out of here.”
“You sure you really want to do this?”
“No I don’t want to do this, what I really want to do is take a long shower and clean the blood off of me, but I can’t do that till I see the bodies. So not to be rude, take me to the bodies so I can go home.”
“As you wish,” He turned and headed out the door. We passed threw the kitchen/dining room where Willie sat in his chair, looking a little green, I knew I must have been mirroring his complexion. We passed threw an open arch on the other side of the doorway that we just came out of, and entered what appeared to be the living room.
To the right of where we entered a glass sliding door that led to the back yard was shattered, and blood hung on the jagged pieces still attached to the door. In the middle of the room a white sheet covered a figure that looked whole. I looked around the room and took note of the surrounding before I turned towards Detective Xanders. “Is the other body outside?”
“The father is outside, this is the son. He is not as painful to look at as the others.”
“Wow…That’s fantastic, can I get a sucker and a sticker when it’s all over doctor?” I said sarcastically, I find it’s helpful to not be serious and joke around a little on the job, because it keeps me from thinking about the carnage of what I see was once alive.
“Don’t screw around Latrell; you have a job to do.” He spoke curtly and groggily.
“Yeah, yeah I know, look at the bodies, give you my opinion, have nightmares for about a week, and then oh! Goodie! Another crime scene to go to, and start the process all over again.”
“Just get this over with Latrell.”
“Fine.”
I kneeled down, pulled the sheet back and looked at the body. There were deep scratches on the chest and legs, and the right arm was bent at a sickening angel. His head was hanging by only a few strands of flash and his mouth was open in a scream. One eye was gouged out and hanging from the socket. One ear was missing, and his upper lip was torn off. I looked to his middle and saw that there was also a large whole gouged threw him. I reached down into him and felt around. Nothing. The inners and heart was also missing “Shit, Xanders. He was still alive when his innards where being taken.”
“How the hell do you know that? He looks just as dead as the female.”
“I just know this. Look at his face and then the gouges. The injuries on the face
are not as deep, and are older. He was still alive when the thing shoved into him.”
“Shit. That’s just not right.” Detective Xanders mouth formed a tight line, as sweat formed on his brow. “I won’t force you to look at the last body. Just tell me what the hell you think this is, and you can leave.”
“As nice as it would be not to look at the body, I would never be able to rest if I didn’t. I would be nagged with the feeling that I missed something, so let’s just get this mess over with.” We walked out into the back yard, and I walked over to the largest mound and pulled the sheet off.
One leg was still attached to the body, but out of the socket, the other leg, and both the arms and head were missing. Strips of flesh moved in the warm summer breeze. I looked to the whole in its middle, and I once again reached inside.
Like the first two, the inners and heart was missing, as I pulled my hands out I could feel a sharp pointed object impelled to the tissue. I yanked it out and looked it over. It looked to be a very large fang, almost like that of a snake. It had to be about 8 inches in the least.
Detective Xanders looked over my shoulder. “What is that thing? It’s big enough to be a small knife.”
“ It’s a tooth.”
“A tooth? What kind?”
“A big tooth…”
Detective Xanders groaned out loud and glared at me.
“Danmit Latrell! Don’t be a smart ass, you know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure what it belongs to, but I do have an Idea-”
“Well?”
“Impatience doesn’t become you Detective. Now if you let me finish, I was about to say it looks like it could belong to a really large snake, or a lesser demon.”
He shook his head and gave a shaky laugh. “Are you trying to say, a giant snake or a lesser demon killed these people? That’s insane!”
“If it’s so insane why the hell was I called out here for? I deal in issues like these where the killer is not human. I think I know a human kill from a non human kill when I see one, Detective,” I stretched the word detective making it sounds mocking. “Now let me do my job so I can get off of your damn crime scene.”
Detective Xanders visibly shook with anger and clenched his fist at his side. He turned a cold stare to me, that if I had been any normal person, I would have coward away, and asked for forgiveness…but not me, I’m not smart enough to do that. “So, what happened here then?” He growled out.
“Okay, back to business. By looking at the way the scenes are executed, the father and son must have been in the back yard doing something when the creature showed up. The father had probably told the son to run and tell his mother, as he tried to fend the beast off. The creature most likely killed the father quickly, and then went after the son, which it threw into the glass door, knocking him unconscious. The mother who had to have been in the kitchen/dining room heard the commotion and went to see what was going on. This led to the creature chasing her into the kitchen/dining room, then into the hall where it wounded her, and finally killed her in the bedroom. After all the victims were dead, it went back and took it’s time devouring and tearing apart the bodies.”
“I’m impressed, all this just by looking at the bodies and the surroundings?”
“It’s all deduction my dear Watson.” I grinned at him and wagged my figure.
“That does sound like a reasonable conclusion, compared to others I’ve heard
today.” He gave a small grin, and waved off my poor attempt at trying to lighten the mood.
“Others? Like what?” Yup, I always have to question things.
“One of the other investigators told me the killer was human, and cut the bodies up, taking the inner organs as a prize.”
“If only that was the case, this would be so much easier. Yet, clearly you can see, the body parts were not cut of, they were ripped off, and with finding the tooth in the last victim, we know that the creature either ate the innards or horded them.”
He gave me a smile as he led me back to the kitchen dinning room where Willie was sitting. “Sgt. Michaels was right. You really are a tough chick; you handled looking at the scene better then a lot of my men.”
I smiled a quick flash of teeth. “I try to be. Yet it’s hard to be tough looking when your only 5’5.” Sgt. Michaels worked for the FBI and was one of the only feds that didn’t mind me on scene. In fact he made sure that I was at them.
“I know you must be anxious to get home, so I’ll keep in contact and call when anything new comes up. Now go home and take that shower you wanted, honestly you look horrible.” He then walked back threw the doorway.
When he was gone I let my tough chick façade drop and I ran over to the sink and vomited. Willie had gotten up and held my hair back till I finished losing my guts, then held a damp towel out to me. I carefully peeled the blooded rubber gloves of my hands, tossed them into the black trash bag and rolled the coverall sleeves up and grabbed the towel and wiped my face. “Thanks Willie.”
“Told you it was bad.”
“Yeah you said it was bad. You should Have Said horrifying…”
“What do you think did it?”
I told him what I had told Detective Xanders about it being a lesser demon or a large snake. “If you want to see the tooth it’s in the back with the father’s body.”
“That’s fine with me. I don’t even want to go near those bodies at the moment.” He gave me a one armed hug and led me to the door. “Aubrey go home and wash up, you look like shit.”
I grinned up at him smugly. “I may look like shit, but you don’t want to know what you look like Willie.” He laughed warmly and stated that he believed me on that one as I walked out the door and got into my car.