AN: Hello, this is my first FanFic. It's USUK, and the plot does have a dark nature; so expect things like killings, blood, language, character death and possible OOC due to the nature of the fic. Although I did try to stay true to the canon as much as possible. Constructive criticism, suggestions and just about anything else are welcome. I am not a writer by nature, so if I can improve even a bit that would be great. I did do some research for this fic but still there might be slight inaccuracy is something really stands out please let me know and I'll try to correct i. tAlso this is rated M for the endless possibilities in the future; you've been warned. Enjoy~
Shattered Lies
It was late into the night and not a soul was out in this chilly December. The wind picked up blowing the snow down the road covering and erasing the small red dots which created a trail from an old red truck. The figure smirked, admiring his work from earlier, memorizing every gash, tear, and that far way look in the hazel eyes. Damn, he over did it again, oh well nothing he could do about that now. He did a look over, making sure no one was around, and plunged the body into the ice cold water. The rocks he tied to the corps would submerge it for a while and by morning the hole he made in the water's surface would be frozen over again and covered by snow. It would definitely be awhile before anyone finds the body. He turned around walking briskly to his truck, made sure all his equipment from earlier exercise where put away in the back, before getting in and driving towards the residential area on the town. He needed to get home to wash the blood out of his blond hair and make himself presentable or, he supposed, at least to look like a normal human being. Tomorrow he has work; he needed at least a couple of hours of sleep in order to pull through the day. He smirked, already imagining the look on their faces when they'll discover his other present.
Alfred F. Jones was a happy person; he always had a smile even when called in for work at the most ridiculous hours of the day. Always made happy small talk with the lady at the front desk or brought in donuts and coffee to share with his fellow coworkers, but today was not one of his normal days.
Alfred grimaced, he hated the cold. Not wanting to get out just yet he fiddled around the car glancing every now and then at the scene before him. Finally he saw a white haired man waving him over to the house.
'Damn it' he thought, 'well I guess there no avoiding the inevitable.' Opening the door he stepped out from his cruiser car. Huddling into his bomber jacket, trying to savor the warmth he still had, he jogged towards the albino.
"Damn, you look like shit," grinned Gilbert.
"Good morning to you too," mumbled Alfred, weariness dropping with each word.
They were standing on the porch of an old house. Old brown paint was chipping off the walls, and the window shutters were practically falling off the hinges.
"Well I wouldn't say it's good, got another one on our hands. That's the third one in two weeks" said Gilbert, as he made his way through the front door and into the living room. Alfred following closely behind with a sign, 'This was definitely going to be a long day.'
Already the house was packed with officers taking pictures of the crime scene and looking for any evidence which could shed some light as to what happened here last night.
"So who's the victim?" asked Alfred, his eyes scanning the house.
Wallpaper covered the walls, dirty red carpet with outdated furniture sitting on it, and a strong stale smell mixed with dust, alcohol, and smoke was in the air.
"Mathias Kohler, age 30, worked as a fireman in a town over till he got fired about a month ago. Kesese talk about irony!" Gilbert snickered. Alfred just blankly stared at him.
"What? No sense of humor? Right, anyways, he apparently inherited this house from this grandparents when they died and he just moved here from god knows where, two and a half years ago. He has no children and never married, was always out drinking or working. We send Antonio over to the fire station hopefully he'll have something." Gilbert resided the information from his memory.
"So, does he have any relatives?" asked Alfred as he carefully inspected a book shelf. His eyes briefly rested on the only photograph in the room, and then quickly averted them form the photo.
"Nope, none that we know of. Well, let's go up to see the body before they take it away for autopsy," said Gilbert as he started to climb the stairs to the second floor.
Alfred followed him, taking in the old wallpaper which covered every wall; it was an ugly yellow with floral design.
"Who reported the murder?" asked Alfred as they came to the upper floor.
Three doors were in the small hallway, two adjacent to one another the third one at the very end of the hall. More officers were here snapping pictures and putting various items in zip log bags deeming it as evidence.
'I wonder if he's as thorough as last time,' wondered Alfred.
"Apparently the neighbors noticed that he didn't come to get his mail for awhile and went to check on him. When he didn't answer they noticed the front door was open and found him in the bedroom and called the police immediately. West is questioning them now, since apparently my methods of asking questions are considered as police brutality," spat the albino. "Can you imagine that, the awesome me can't ask people a few simple questions! It's not my fault they can't fucking answer truthfully, those bastards always hide something! They always do!" yelled Gilbert narrowing his glare at Alfred as if daring him to contradict him. Alfred just signed he really had no energy today.
"Oh please you're full of yourself!" exclaimed a feminine voice. Elizabeta came out from one of the adjacent rooms carrying zip log bags, followed by Kiku who gave them a small greeting nod before venturing across the hallway to take more pictures.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Gilbert rounded on the brunet but took a weary step back, red eyes reflecting a bit of nervousness. Alfred allowed a smile; it was always comical to watch the exchanges between these two.
"It means that you need to take those feathers out of your head and use you brain! You can't just go and keep accusing potential witnesses of murder every time! We could get sued, again, and you will lose your job for good this time" exclaimed Elizabeta.
She was flexing her right hand, Alfred noted, 'I wonder if she's considering punching Gil, or maybe she wishes she had something to hit him with like that frying pan she was using last time.'
"Hey that was one time! And that guy was a total pussy!"
Alfred signed, forcing his mouth into a big smile, "Alright break it up you two we are on the job, remember? So let's take a look at what we're working with so we can leave and I can finally get my coffee."
They agreed and moved towards the bedroom. The room was bright, covered in the ugly wallpaper and the dirty rug. Two large windows with blinds where facing the main street where Alfred could barely see the flashing lights and hear the faint voices of people outside. There was a dresser on the left with a mirror over it and a bookcase with a chair and a small side table on the right. The bed was in the middle pressed against the wall between the two windows. On the bed, a puddle of blood formed from the centre which spread over the neatly made sheets and soaked through the mattress dripping onto the floor. The victim was hanging naked upside down from the ceiling supposed by rope. Alfred looked at the body, blue eyes expertly searching for the same patterns which were found on the previous two victims.
"He really did a number on this one," whistled Gilbert "what with the elaborate display?"
"I think he's mocking us," said the Hungarian "or maybe he's just experimenting." Her eyes flickered with sadness but she stiffened her expression. Walking to the right side of the room she looked though the bookcase, "Kiku already took pictures in this room so we are free to look around before they take the body down."
Alfred moved closer starring straight into the man's eyes, his frown deepened 'Lightest shade of blue, almost gray.'
Gilbert was on the other side, noting the damages done to the body. "I'm surprised the neighbors didn't hear him screaming in the night, this guy is chopped up like sushi." Gilbert said offhandedly. In the other room Kiku's cough could be heard.
"Was he drugged?" asked Alfred.
"We don't know yet, but it's a possibility," replied Elizabeta.
Gilbert was not exaggerating, not only was the victim hung upside down but he had multiple cuts all over his body, starting from the face all the way to the feet. Adding to the cuts his right hand was missing and on the left hand all the fingers were gone. His stomach was cut open and the intestines were hanging on the outside. Also the man's genitals where missing, and further up the left foot was gone as well.
Alfred studied the corps with a neutral expression, 'So you're changing your style…or do you just want a challenge?'
"So he just bled right out," Alfred noted.
"Yep. He is the first one to die this way, but some of the missing body parts are consistent with the previous two. I think it's safe to assume this was done by the same guy." Gilbert said as he circled the bed. "That fucker got away again."
"Yea... well, nothing we can do here now except let the forensics do their job" signed Alfred as he walked to the window and stuck his two fingers between the blinds to look outside. Ludwig was coming out from the neighbors' home walking to his cruiser, no doubt calling Antonio to find out how he managed at the fire station.
"Wow, talk about a somber statement, what no hero stuff out of you today?" Gilbert snickered behind Alfred.
Elizabeta came close to him "are you okay Al? You look a little pale." She looked worriedly over him. Alfred smiled as at her motherly concern.
"Yea don't worry I'm fine. I just had a late night, nothing a little coffee wont fix." He answered as he turned back to look outside.
Just then the forensic team pulled up to pick up the body. Four people came out from the back of the truck pulling out the necessary equipment they will need to safely transport the body to the lab.
"Heh, I don't think six cups of coffee is considered a little, Alfred" laughed Elizabeta as she mover towards Gilbert, who was inspecting the dresser.
Alfred only hummed in response too busy observing the people below him. Matthew was getting the body bag ready on the stretcher with Yao, both of whom were looking distressed and slightly annoyed with the two blonds next to them who were in the middle of another fight it seemed. Alfred could hear faint yelling through the thick windows. He tried to focus on the words of the messy haired blond, "You bloody wanker…! ….I don't care about….! ….keep your…off me…toser…!...and…bloody….! ...shove your l'amour up…arse!"
Alfred smirked and he narrowed his blue eyes on the messy blond. 'So Francis is putting his dirty paws on what's mine again, is he. I guess I'm gonna have to teach him a lesson if he gets too touchy with the Brit.'
Suddenly the Brit shivered and looked up. Ice blue clashed with emerald green locked in an intense stare with knowledge and understanding passing between the two. Arthur narrowed his eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips before breaking the connection.
Alfred smirked and licked his lips, watching as the small group went to the front door. He turned from the window, Gilbert looking thorough the man's clothing arguing with Elizabeta about something. The victim still hung from the sealing, lightly swaying from the motions of the figures in the room.
Alfred looked into his pale blue eyes again; they stared back at him unwilling to share the secrets of the previous night. 'Well,' Alfred thought 'doesn't matter. I'll find out soon enough.' He grinned, turned around, stuffing his hands into his bomber jacket and headed out of the room. Below he heard more yelling and arguing between the Brit and the French man with occasional snarl from Yao and Matthew's failed attempts to stop the conflict.
Alfred's grin stretched further, 'perhaps today wouldn't be completely horrible after all.'
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