That's right! I'm baaaaaaack! And I'm still torturing Ryan! Bwa ha ha ha! This story should go a little faster than my last, Douleur, if you want to check that one out, I'm done with that one, but this one is shorter...a LOT shorter. It's completely movie-set, so it shouldn't go too much into emotions and sanity like I usually do. I hope you like this!
"Hacked"
By: Aweena May Mylard
The case was taking its toll. The case...the greedy fucking case, it took its toll and it took more. It took lives, it took sleep, it took happiness. And then when it was done with its torturing, that was when it took its toll.
Blood covered half the floor and most of the two far walls. This was his first horror case. He knew that every case was a horror case, but this was the Texas Chainsaw Massacre redone. But this time, it was the Florida Axe Massacre.
Ryan gave Calleigh a solemn look as she snapped two more photos of the mutilated bodies. He knelt down beside the woman and took a picture of her blouse before he pulled a bloody, crinkled paper from the pocket. Thirteen deaths in one week. Six that day, all in one spot. Ryan let the camera hang from his neck as he unfolded the paper.
"What do you got?" Calleigh asked.
"I don't know. Hopefully, something that will help us find out who's doing this," Ryan replied. It was hard to believe that the man had left next to no evidence at the crime scenes. But the team was determined to find something that would lead them to a suspect. Meanwhile, over a dozen people had been killed, and they all knew that more would come. Ryan tried to ignore that fact as he stared at a blank piece of paper. "Well...this is really going to help us," he said sarcastically.
"Bag it anyways," Calleigh told him. "Something has to come up, and when it does, we'll piece all of this together."
Ryan gave her a quick, hesitant - yet agreeable - glance, and forced a smile. He hoped to God she was right. He slid the paper into a baggie and tossed it into an envelope with the rest of the evidence.
"I need to get some air," Ryan announced. He could not breathe with decomposition and such a strong smell of blood in the air. He stood and looked apologetically towards Calleigh.
"It's okay; I'll handle the pictures and evidence. You wanna talk to the witnesses?" Calleigh said.
"Yeah. Cal, I'm sorry-"
"I've already said its okay. You never get used to it, and I know how hard it can be. It this your first?" she asked him.
"Yeah," he told her, trying to focus on the clean side of the room.
"Go ahead," she said sympathetically.
Ryan nodded and snapped his gloves off as he exited the room. Once he was outside, he located Frank and his group of witnesses. Three. Two teens who had found the bodies and an old woman who had heard noises throughout the night. None of the leads sounded promising. He sighed heavily and approached Frank, knowing that this was going to be a hell of a case.
That's it for now, I'm sorry. More will be up soon, though, I promise. Please stay with me. If you read my last story, you'll know that things pick up. Actually, my last story picked up in the first ten words, but I'm going at this one from a different position.