Rant: This is my first DA fic, so I need all the help I can get. Please
R&R. constructive criticism both needed and appreciated. There is more to
come, so any help you give will only be to the advantage of the reading
public :-)
The body was disgusting. Alec didn't let it get to him. He had seen countless bodies, he had been responsible for more than a few, and he was trained to stay unaffected. Unaffected enough to keep killing regardless, he thought wryly. All the same, he did recognise disgusting when he saw it. He glanced at Max and was surprised to see her looking totally expressionless.
The body was rank, it smelled as if it had been sitting in the trunk of a black car for a couple of nice warm days, which, in fact, it had. It was badly mutilated as well, a couple of pointblank shots had decimated the head and wounds from some kind of serrated blade striated the torso. The hands had been removed, posthumously, and the limbs were bloated. Decomp was advanced, he suspected the heat, along with a couple of bugs that had made the corpse their edible villa. He was standing, although he didn't know it, in his 'at ease' position
Max didn't face him when she said 'How did she I.D him?'
Alec looked at her profile and tried (successfully) to keep the anger from his voice when he replied 'Birthmark on his upper thigh'
Max looked down carefully at what had once been Logan Cale and, sure enough, a dark brown birthmark no bigger than the top of a milk bottle stained the skin on his upper thigh. It was very upper thigh. 'Hmmm' she said, noncommittally.
Alec waited for tears. Alec waited for guilt and recriminations. None came. He contemplated Logan Cale, a man who had not deserved the superhuman loyalty he had received from Max while he was fucking somebody else.
'Ready to go?' asked Max as she slid the morgue drawer closed.
Alec could have sworn he heard a faint sloshing sound as it clicked shut. 'Sure'
She left, the morgue door swinging in her wake, and he looked at the closed drawer. 'Asshole' he muttered quietly, and was glad to have finally told Logan exactly how he felt.
The body was disgusting. Alec didn't let it get to him. He had seen countless bodies, he had been responsible for more than a few, and he was trained to stay unaffected. Unaffected enough to keep killing regardless, he thought wryly. All the same, he did recognise disgusting when he saw it. He glanced at Max and was surprised to see her looking totally expressionless.
The body was rank, it smelled as if it had been sitting in the trunk of a black car for a couple of nice warm days, which, in fact, it had. It was badly mutilated as well, a couple of pointblank shots had decimated the head and wounds from some kind of serrated blade striated the torso. The hands had been removed, posthumously, and the limbs were bloated. Decomp was advanced, he suspected the heat, along with a couple of bugs that had made the corpse their edible villa. He was standing, although he didn't know it, in his 'at ease' position
Max didn't face him when she said 'How did she I.D him?'
Alec looked at her profile and tried (successfully) to keep the anger from his voice when he replied 'Birthmark on his upper thigh'
Max looked down carefully at what had once been Logan Cale and, sure enough, a dark brown birthmark no bigger than the top of a milk bottle stained the skin on his upper thigh. It was very upper thigh. 'Hmmm' she said, noncommittally.
Alec waited for tears. Alec waited for guilt and recriminations. None came. He contemplated Logan Cale, a man who had not deserved the superhuman loyalty he had received from Max while he was fucking somebody else.
'Ready to go?' asked Max as she slid the morgue drawer closed.
Alec could have sworn he heard a faint sloshing sound as it clicked shut. 'Sure'
She left, the morgue door swinging in her wake, and he looked at the closed drawer. 'Asshole' he muttered quietly, and was glad to have finally told Logan exactly how he felt.