This is rated R/M for language, blood, gore, and... disturbing scenes. Read onward after this point... if you dare. And if you do not like this and it changes your life forever...I apologize.
Chapter One: The Body
It was a rainy night the Central Park in Station Square. There was a crowd gathered in a circle. A thick circle indeed. They were gathered 'round a police crime scene, complete with police officers in uniform of guard, the crime scene investigators, and, of course, the body. The body of a Mrs. Bat.
The body was gutted and all the organs that were once located in the chest and abdominal cavities were all layed out in a circle neatly placed and labeled with a tag saying the name of the organs, the conditon of the organ, and it's purpose, tied by a small string made of sterilized cotton and twine, now stained by the crimson-red liquid we all call blood, all placed there post-mortem by the killer. The mouth and the upper half of the throat was stained with blood, and was slashed not in the front of the neck at the jugular, but at where the REAL kill point, or in this case, kill POINTS, were: on the sides of the neck where the main arteries that supplied the brain with fresh blood and flushed out the used-up, carbon dioxide-intoxicated blood to the lungs to be replenished with fresh oxygen, or according to science, O2, from the outside.
Over the jugular was a Satanic Pentagram, with correct elongated upper corner and absolutely perfect circle, just barely grazing the edges of the Satanic Pentagram. The same was on both sides of the ankles and the palm-side of the wrists.
The leader of the Crime Scene Investigation Squad walked up to the Station Square Police Department Sheriff and shook his head sadly, facing the ground with grief and disgust and heaved a heavy sigh at the crime scene and the unbelievably gory scene that lay before them.
"What's the name of the victim?" "There seems to be no piece of identification on or anywhere near the body," Said the man, who was in his about mid-forties with graying hair. "So you're saying that-" "We're going to have to put her under a Jane Doe. That's right," He said, still in denial at the crime scene and the extent of the murder.
"Did you find any traces to whom the killer might be or where the killer might have gone?" "I'm sorry, Sheriff. There are, strangely, no traces of the killer or anything that may lead to where the killer might have gone. This has never happened before to me, or in the Squad's entire history."
A young woman, a pink hedgehog in a red dress with the skirt mushrooming out from under her, just covering her undergarments, came through the crowd and when she got to the yellow tape, she couldn't believe what she saw.
She, before she could say anything at all, simply wretched up all of her stomach contents, and fainted. When she fainted she fell through the yellow tape and fell just inches away from where the organs were placed. The liver to be exact.
