Sasuke sighed lightly, seemingly amused, as he watched the scene in front of him. The abandoned container in which he had committed his crime was now surrounded by police cars. Blue lights flashing. Tonight was the night, and it was going to happen again and again. It had to happen. He held his breath in anticipation as the container was opened and his masterpiece exposed.
It was silent in the container, only their breathing was audible. Neither of the two police officers within the container knew what to say. None of them had ever laid their eyes on something like this.
A wooden table was placed in the middle of the room on which a naked body laid displayed. A large incision went from the chest to the abdomen. Two metal clamps held the skin aside, revealing the internal organs of the victim. Behind the table hung a large canvas where blood and other bodily fluids had been smeared onto, creating a picture of scale.
Kiba did his best to keep a straight face as he inspected the almost professional incision in the body. Whoever had done this was clearly experienced and had taken their time.
"This is messed up," the brunette police officer groaned as his blonde co-worker, Naruto, hurriedly pushed past him to empty his stomach for its contents somewhere outside. The brunette, also known as Kiba followed him. Sure, his stomach was not nearly as sensitive as the others but it was still a nauseating sight.
His mind was having a hard time comprehending how someone could be so gruesome. It was completely beyond him. Who in their right mind would paint with someone's organs? He'd have to invent a whole new classification of psychopath for them.
He placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "You don't look too hot," he commented. He couldn't help but feel somewhat worried. He couldn't help it. They had been best friends since diapers.
"Feel like shit," the blonde croaked in reply before his stomach turned on him. Kiba pressed his lips together and turned his head a bit away. Oh his poor nose⦠Having a sensitive nose could be a curse at times. This was definitely one of those times.
Once Naruto had recovered from his nausea he and Kiba headed back inside the container. He held his breath to avoid breathing in the sickly metallic scent. He put on a pair of plastic gloves to make sure he wouldn't contaminate the crime scene while Naruto snapped some pictures. Every once in a while the two of them would exchange looks and comments.
They both knew that they weren't just up against any kind of killer but a raging psychopathic one.
