Chapter 1
There's an air to your voice I just don't like, there is something to your demeanor that gives me the chills. Stop it; I don't like it, just get back three feet.
It is like this everyday. It always starts off with waking up to find there is no light to greet your still weary eyes and wake you fully. Sometimes I think I am asleep all day and I just don't know it. It sure seems to be the case, it surely could be if you thought about it and looked a little closer. But I don't suggest you coming any closer than you are. You may just get a nasty nip on the nose.
Of course, the shadow is rather welcome with my co-workers. As well as those I 'work for'. My job as coroner for the town is a messy, unwanted job, but someone's got to do it, so why not me?
Those who I work for so to speak are those who die or kill. Those who kill love the shadow so they may see and not be seen. Those who die love the shadow so they may welcome it as they take their life and let them die in peace. In reality I am supposed to work for the government. But then again to them I am just a money grabbing, oxygen sucking statistic.
My co-workers welcome the shadow because they are fools. Do they not know how idiotic it is to pretend to be morbid just to be funny? To wave around an arm of the deceased and dance with the anatomy sample? Perhaps this is why I was assigned to this group. Perhaps because fate enjoys twisting the reality just to make my life hell… works for me.
Sono glared at the co-workers she was forced to work with, their little games coming to an abrupt halt.
"Alright, I can't stand this anymore. Shut up or I am coming over there and I'll have to do your autopsies too." She snapped. The others quickly hushed themselves but little giggles escaped them every once and awhile.
As soon as Sono turned her back so she could continue with the autopsy, they imitated her as they always did. Sono then sighed and brought up a hand. The leader of the recent mocking couldn't speak as he had been in hushed tones. He clutched at his neck then looked to Sono with a murderous glare.
"What did you do to Ty, Sono?" One of the others demanded, standing off to one side of their leader.
"I silenced him. He isn't hurt, he just can't speak. Be more moronic and you will join him."
The people behind her shifted uneasily and quieted down to their paperwork.
Those fools know not of what they got themselves into when they pissed me off. She thought to herself. Sono finished with the autopsy and sighed, pulling off the gloves and zipping up the body bag around the poor soul.
Odd murder… consisting of bite marks made from a human… logged dental formations to follow. Sono marked down on the sheet her comments, then leaned back in the chair, resting her head against the painful plastic edge. It helped keep her awake on those early morning, into the wee-hours shifts she was forced to work.
Feeling her cellphone go off, she pulled it out and walked to where no one could hear her and still get good reception. Sono always had it in vibartion mode so she didn't wake anyone up and it made her feel more steady. She had no idea, what or who was on the other end.