Post by Dylan Thomas on Jul 9, 2021 7:45:42 GMT -5
[smear:#a10413]Part 1[/smear:#a10413:0]
**Crash!!**
A cat somewhere in the darkness screeches causing the woman to look over her shoulder in fear. Nothing. She carries on walking down the darkened street towards her destination - wherever that may be. More noises from behind the woman now, as she quickens her pace still looking behind her. She begins to quicken in breaths as she feels that someone is following her. Those hairs on the back of your neck that rise when you feel that someone is watching you? For this woman… they are now fully erect and standing on end. Her heart is now going ten to the dozen and she is positive that she is being followed. In an attempt to lose her supposed pursuer she quickly turns into an alleyway. She begins to run down the alleyway before coming to a dead end.
Woman: Shit!
Trying to back out from the dead end she once again looks behind her. This time however a figure appears behind her, blocking her escape….she was right! She was being followed! The woman turns around and yet before she can let out a scream, her throat is slit, severing the vocal cords. Her body crumples to the floor and the figure as quick as it arrives is gone, into the darkness.
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This city is one giant cesspool of filth. Scumbags rule the night, the innocent are preyed on like bison being taken down by lions. The police? They are even worse than the scumbags! Not caring about the forgotten in this city. If you’re rich and affluent then they send out an army of law enforcement to cater to your every whim. The forgotten? The poor? The homeless? They are lucky if one police officer walks past their block - or wherever the homeless happen to stand. And then there’s me. Somewhere in the middle. A man with high moral values and a strong sense of justice.... But a man who doesn’t give a fuck about how he gets it. Justice in this city comes in many forms. Just as well...
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10am, the following morning. Two detectives are combing the crime scene from the night before while telling uniformed officers to keep back the ever growing crowd. News vans appear on scene with reporters and their cameramen hurtling out of their vans towards the scene. From a rooftop above, a hooded figure surveys the action with a surly look on his face. In the sunlight, his skin is almost porcelain white. Some could mistake the man as an albino at first but he is not. This man is Robert Morbidus, private detective and more importantly - at least according to him - Vampire. Pressing his finger to his ear, he talks into an earpiece.
Morbidus: This is the fourth one in as many weeks. We’ve definitely got a serial killer on our hands.
: So… what do you wanna do?Morbidus: Catch the bastard of course, and maybe even rip his throat out.
: N-no...I mean right now. How do you want to proceed?Morbidus: Well… I figure that we’ve still got a few moments before the CSIs show…. I - wait! I’ll call you back.
Morbidus ends his call when he hears a noise from below.
Man: Donuts! Get yer donuts here!
Detective #1: Hey! Buddy! This is an active crime scene! What do you think you’re doing?
Man: Got a call to deliver the City’s Finest a shedload of donuts to this location. Seemed a bit weird to me, but do you want ‘em or not? I’m on the clock here!
The detectives and uniform officers all shrug and head out to the donut van. The crowd of people surrounding the scene join in too as do the news crew. Leaving the body of the woman from last night, fully exposed. Morbidus muses to himself and quietly makes his way down the nearby ladder to examine the body.
Morbidus: If there’s one thing this city can count on with this police force, it’s that they will always give up doing their job for a sweet treat… Now… let’s see.
Morbidus puts on gloves and examines the body.
Morbidus: Lacerations to the throat - straight at the vocal cords. No sign of sexual activity. This one is quick...this one is efficient… and…
A drop of blood ends up on Morbidus’s finger as he examines the woman’s neck. A primal urge overtakes him to taste the blood on his finger and he does so.
Morbidus: This one is…. Ohh so sweet.
Morbidus quickly stands as he hears the crowd coming back. He quickly rushes back up the ladder, reaching the roof just as the crowd enters the alleyway. He takes a few moments for a breather and puts his finger to his ear.
Morbidus: I got what I need. I’m coming back.
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We next open to a huge Transylvania type castle, situated on the outskirts of the city. Opening the door to the main hall, we see a shorter man in a flamboyant orange suit standing there with long black hair and a beard.
Morbidus: Really Judas…. Do you really have to wear something so….outlandish?
Judas: It makes sure that I’m not forgettable.
Morbidus: Hmph.
Judas: So?
Morbidus: It’s definitely the same MO for certain. But this killer -whoever they are is EXCELLENT at covering their tracks. It’s unfortunate, but we need more data which means….
Judas: Which means more bodies.
Morbidus: Precisely. But rest assured that we will get our killer, Judas. And when we do…..DARKNESS RISES!
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