A/N: So, I got the inspiration for this story and knew that I had to write it. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own APH and never will.
Warning: Rated M for a reason, this is your final warning.
He took a step back, his footsteps making sloshing sounds on the wet cement, to examine his handy work. He gave a triumphant smile, thoughts flying through his head. He would get his revenge on the wretched people of this city and he would laugh as they fell into a whirlwind of hopelessness and confusion when he took over this hell hole.
He felt a small bit of pity for the poor souls who had become his prey; but it passes quickly with the reminded that it was because of people like them that she was dead. She, his beloved Joan, for her he would paint this entire city red, but for now these four would do. He turned to leave before remembering one final touch; killers always left a calling card. He walked to each of his victims and left a single red rose pinned through their skin.
Detective Kirkland arrived at the scene quickly, driving past the caution tape that surrounded the area for about five blocks around. The people living in the area had been evacuated. This was supposed to be the most morbid scene ever seen in the city. He parked his car and exited the vehicle.
An officer he didn't recognize approached him but he brushed him off by showing his badge. He didn't have time to waste verifying his identity when there was a murder to solve. Four murders, to be exact.
"Ah, Detective Kirkland." a familiar voice said.
The detective turned around to greet Officer Honda. "Hello."
"It is a shame that we meet again under such circumstances." the young man said. They had met briefly at the station a week before and didn't know each other very well because he was knew to his job. He would be observing this case.
"Yes, a real pity. But our job isn't always a clean one, you know."
"Yes. Though you might want to prepare yourself before entering the actually crime scene. Everything is still in place while forensics takes pictures and it is a bit shocking."
"I've been doing this for 12 years, officer, I don't think that there is anything I haven't seen." the younger officer just nodded at the man and allowed him to continue walking.
The first thing he noticed was the blood. It lay on the ground in random spots, as if the bodies had been dragged around. The hard metallic smell might have once made him nauseous of he hadn't grown desensitized to it. Then he saw the bodies.
They were set carefully against the brick wall that marked the dead end, still wearing pants but shirtless. Two men and two women. On each body, a large letter was carved onto their skin, spelling out the word 'STOP' in human blood. He shivered at the mere thought of the amount of insanity a person would have to possess in order to allow themselves to commit such an act and wondered if the people had still been alive while the words were carved into their skin.
On each of their chests was pinned a single red rose, vibrant like their blood. Detective Kirkland looked down suddenly.
He moved a few feet to the right and gasped. The splotches of blood weren't random, they were in the shape of a rose.
This would be an interesting case.
A/N: Is the killer to obvious? Good, that's the point.
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