Another Body and His Neighbor

This story contains graphic details of death, adult language, sexual situations, sex in general, two men together, possible rape, and gore. You can continue to read if you accept these warnings and want to proceed. But remember, you have been warned. There will be no warnings in the future. So, enjoy.

The ringing of his cellphone awoke Sin from his slumber. He reached a hand out of the covers and felt around his nightstand for the contraption. He finally felt the cold metallic case of it. Not even bothering to look at who it was, he answered it. He had a feeling about who it was. "Hello? Do you know what time it is?" he growled into the phone. He was finally able to get some sleep only for it to be ruined. Great way to start his day off.

"Well, I have some news for you, asshole." Sin quickly sat up, forgetting about his disturbed sleep.

"Smoker, is there another body?" He hoped that that wasn't the case. He dreaded there being another one.

"Yep. You better get down here. There's a message for you again. We're near the old clinic downtown." Smoker hung up and left Sin wonder what kind of message was left this time.

Getting up from the bed, Sin changed his clothes and slipped on his shoes. Quickly, he grabbed his phone and keys before locking up his house and getting into his car. Downtown is in the bad part of town. This isn't good.

After thirty minutes of driving, Sin showed up at the crime scene. She flashed his badge as he walked over to Smoker. "Is it the same M.O.?"

"Uh-huh. Heart surgically removed and face mutilated." Smoker had latex gloves on instead of his normal leather ones. There was blood on the fingertips of the gloves.

"Be glad that I'm a coroner as well as a detective." He was handed a pair of the gloves. Sin bent down to get a closer look at the victim. "It seems that the man that has been killed has been dead for at least a couple of hours." He touched the skin that was left on the face. "The skin of the face has been cut into ribbons but still attached to the face if barely hanging on."

"Sin, do that shit on the table. Not here." Sin glared at Smoker. He knew that the man didn't like to see him touch dead bodies. It disturbed him a little.

"Sorry that I'm just doing my job," he retorted. "Anything new that has happened at this crime scene? You said a message was left." There was always something new at each crime scene. The last one had a rose where the heart should've been. A name tag with his name on it had been attached to the stem of the rose.

Smoker nodded. He changed his gloves before holding up a piece of paper. "It's addressed to you. Seems that the killer has singled you out again. This time, through a letter." Sin changed his gloves before taking the paper from him.

Slowly, he started to read.

My Dear Sin,

I hope you like what I am doing for you. It's so hard to get a reaction out of you since you are a detective. I saw what you did with the rose. That was kind of rude, don't you think? I hand-picked that rose just for you. The reason for this man's death, though, was because he knew my true identity. Where's the fun in being told by someone else who I am. I'm looking forward to seeing you in a less violent and watchful manner. See you soon, though. Maybe sooner than you think.

Yours Truly,

SOD

Sin sighed. "If he's trying to flirt with me, this is not how you do it." He almost crumpled the paper up. "I can't believe this. This man was going to reveal who it is before he was murdered."

Smoker blew out some smoke. "Well, no use getting upset over it now. Not like we can do anything about it now since he's dead." Sin could only agree with him.

"Was there any I.D. on him? Driver's license or something?" Smoker handed him a wallet.

"This was found on the ground next to him. It had a driver's license inside but there's no way to tell if it's him or not." Sin took it and flipped the wallet open.

"The license says that his name is Drake. He is twenty-six years old." Sin closed it before putting it in an evidence bag. "If we're lucky, it might have fingerprints on it." Smoker nodded. "Get the body transported. I'll meet you at the office."

"Alright." Sin walked back to his car after removing the gloves on his hands. He heard Smoker shout for the crew to get the body ready for transport.

Getting in, Sin gave off a deep sigh as he rested his head on the steering wheel. What the fuck is the person's problem?! Why must they single me out every time they kill?! It's like they know I'm the only coroner they have! Sin roared in frustration. "I want a real answer from that man or woman!" He cranked up the car and started his way to the station.

...

Sin trudged through the doors to the police station. He was exhausted and didn't want to do this. He figured out that it had been three in the morning when he was called to the crime scene. He was stopped by a hand on his arm. Looking up, he saw Hina. He rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Hina?" She gave him a small glare.

"Why do you look so tired?" Sin glared at her as he removed her hand from his arm.

"If you must know, I have been working for four weeks on this case, have had seven to eight deaths in that pan of time, and I haven't had enough sleep since I started working this particular case." Hina narrowed her eyes.

He ignored her as he walked to the room that held the body. "You need more sleep. You look horrible."

"Thanks. Didn't notice," he replied, sarcastically. She huffed.

"You need to take some time off. Hina wants you to take a few weeks off." Sin quickly whipped around to her with wide eyes.

"I can't do that! I'm the only coroner you have and I have a case to solve!" Hina crossed her arms.

"When you are done examining this body, you are taking three to five weeks off." He watched her think for a moment. "Actually, you're taking at least a month off."

"You can't do that!" he shouted. Some of the other officers turned to look at them.

"I can and I will. Hina is your boss and I will tell you what Hina wants you to do." She lifted her head to glare down at him more. "Keep arguing and Hina will make it two months."

"You can't be serious?!" He was getting frustrated with her.

"Want to make it three?" Sin grumbled before turning back to the door. "Good. When you're done, go home. Enjoy your two month vacation." She left him simmering as he entered the room.

He sighed the smiled as seeing the body already on his table. "Okay. Let's get this over with." Sin started his work. He removed the man's clothes and checked his body. "Gender: Male. Name: John Doe, as of right now. Age: Around twenty-six or twenty-seven. It seems that the cause of death is strangulation, if the handprints are anything to go by." He went to the chest of the man. "The chest was sliced open like he was being operated on. His heart was cut out like a heart surgeon would do to do a heart transplant. The would was made after death." He kept going. Lifting up his legs, Sin checked his gentiles. "There is no signs of rape but he has had sex recently." He moved back up to the face. "The face has been cut to ribbons and the skin left on is still hanging on but only by small threads."

A few hours later, Smoker came into the room. Sin was sitting in a chair with a cup of coffee in his right hand. The body was still on the table. "Anything worth remembering?" Smoker asked as he came to stand next to him.

"Well, whoever the killer is didn't want to give me an easy job." He took a gulp of his coffee. He was still so tired. "What time is it?" He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

"It's seven in the morning." He went quiet for a moment. "Hina told me about you taking time off."

Sin groaned. "That woman gave me two months off." He almost broke the cup in his hand from squeezing it.

"That's good. You haven't taken time off since you came here three years ago. You need time off." Sin glared at him.

"Great. You agree with her." Sin got up and set his coffee cup beside Drake's head. "By the way, I tested his DNA. He is Drake. Last thing I saw was that he was living with a boyfriend. You should go check it out." Smoker agreed. "He's ready to be seen by family and friends." With that, he left. He was too tired to care so he just headed home.

...

Getting out of his car, Sin sighed. He was just so tired and wanted to get in his house to sleep. As he walked up to his porch, his neighbor came to the hedge that separated their yards. "How are you today, Sin-ya?" He smiled before turning to him.

"Extremely exhausted. How about you, Law?" He liked his neighbor. The man was always polite to him and had interesting stories about the ER everyday.

"Hm. I'm getting along. You look like you haven't slept in days," Law commented. Sin gave off an exhausted laugh.

"That would be true. I've been running for five days straight." He scratched the back of his head. He didn't count the nap he had that morning. He was only asleep for about ten maybe twenty minutes.

Law looked concerned. "You should get some sleep. They shouldn't work you that long."

"It's just the case we're on." He remembered the note from the body. "My boss gave me two months off."

Law smiled. "That's good. A little time off is good for you." He looked to the side. "I learned that the hard way."

"What happened?" Sin was curious. He didn't know a lot about his neighbor other than his name, he was a surgeon that worked in the ER, did transplants, and liked black coffee.

"Well, I passed out from working too much. I pulled a few all-nighters and had to be carried home by a friend. I was given a few weeks off after that." Sin smiled.

"That's not good."

"It was better than nothing." He went quiet for a moment. "Hey, when you have some time, why don't we go get a coffee together?" Sin like that idea.

"Sure. I'll see you later." He huffed. "I need some sleep." Law waved his goodbye to him as he walked into his house. Going to his room, Sin toed off his shoes and crawled into his bed. He closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

This just came into my mind. I will be updating when I can so please, be patient with me. Hope you like it. You can tell me what you think about it if you want to. Have a great day. Tatty-bye!