Past the Forgotten Present

I don't own any of the characters besides Raven. And the entirety of other people you don't know. Muaha.

Prologue.

Oh God. That face.

Bloody, mangled, and, even postmortem, twisted in a scream. It haunted me as I drove home. But then, it was a rare day that something I saw at work DIDN'T haunt me. All I wanted at this point was some food and a bed.

But mentally, I pitied the other people on the clogged highway back to the complex. Ignorance truly is bliss, until it bites you in the ass. And judging from my day, it bit a lot of people.

For you see, I'm a medical examiner .The best in the state. Or so the Feds say. And being the best in the fine state of California means you see people who, only days before, was someone like you. But now, they were a pile of flesh, bones and blood. And god damn, you will find out who they are and how they got here if it was the last thing you do.

Once I raged my way to the complex ,flipping four people off and proudly spouting every curse in the book, I walked up to my apartment ,taking no chances with my below-zero patience.

Unlocking my door, I took my coat off and threw it on the one chair I had. I don't have company all that much (read: never). And so, I can sit in my comfy chair with a nice piece of chicken I zapped and have the eye candy of Advent Children wipe my memories away. An old movie, but it worked after seeing ugly things. I had gotten it way back in 2006, when I was 15. And the sad part was, whenever I saw Kadaj or Sephiroth, I still squeal like a fan girl on speed. I won't tell if you don't.

CRASH SHATTER THUMP

It jerked me back into reality really fast; I had my 9mm out before I knew that I even reached for it. That mayhem had come from the kitchen, dinner-room, thingy.

Slowly rising from the seat, inching my way across the floor in stealth not many people can humanly have.

One look inside and I nearly shit myself.