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The Mind Of The Joker: Crime Scene
The house was surrounded by Police cars, police officers flooded the crime scene like there was no tomorrow. Neighbors were gathered in front of the house, wondering what was going on. Thanks to the caution tape no civilian could enter the crime scene. The Detective was standing outside of the crime scene, obseving what was going on. He was a tall man in his mid twenties and wore a long black coat with a black suit under it. His blue tie was barley visible from it being very dark out. His short spikey blonde hair waved in the midnight breeze that made his spine shiver slightly. With only the street lights as light, the Detective looked at his watch that read '1:00'. He got a late night call at his house, his boss ordered him to investigate what happened. The Detective shook his head slowly before walking towards the caution tape.
"Excuse me sir, but you have to show me some ID." The female police officer asked the man in the black coat. He looked down and reached into his pocket, pulling out his ID and Badge and represented it to the female police officer. "Alright." She said, lifting up the caution tape and letting the Detective into the house. The Detective walked into the slightly small home and noticed everything was very neat. "Kinda neat for a psycho." The Detective said to himself, spectating the house as he slowly walked about. The house had very few things to it, no television, no radio, not even a couch.
The house had a tan colored theme to it, tan carpet, walls and ceiling. It was hard to tell the personality of the person who lived here. Nothing to go on at all. The Detective lifted an eyebrow after he saw a few rooms, wondering what was so wrong. He shrugged it off and headed back to where he came until something caught his eye. He saw many police officers flooding one certain room at the end of the narrow hall next to him. "Hm, suprised I didn't see this." He said to himself before walking down the slim hallway. Two people couldn't stand next to eachother in this hallway, it was too narrow. When the Detective reached the room his eyes widened.
The room was very small, could be a office but too small to be a good sized room. The walls and ceiling were all painted black along with black wooden floor. The only thing that was in this room that was normal was a blood soaked bed. There was blood everywhere, even on the ceiling. Most of the blood was fresh exept for the blood on the bed was a very dark color. Dried up blood stained the white sheets of the bed. The Detective stepped into the room and got closer to the walls of the room. He placed his hand on the walls and noticed something odd. He got a little closer to maybe see what it was, carvings. The walls were covered in carvings. It was hard to tell but they were there, the black paint made the carvings hardly visible. The Detective grabbed a crime scene investigator's arm,"Examine these walls, there are carvings upon them." He ordered, not taking his eyes off the wall. "Yes, Sir." The crime scene investigator replied, walking towards some more investigators.
The Detective slowly took his eyes off the walls and looked around the room some more. He spotted a black colored small shelf next to the bed,"Heh, couldn't see it with all this black around." He said to himself, looking at the shelf. There was nothing odd on the shelf, matter of fact nothing was on it at all. This bothered the Detector a bit so he took his hand and placed it upon the shelf drawer. He opened it slowly, not sure what to find in there. When the Detective finally opened the drawer there was nothing inside it. The Detective turned away but quickly stopped when a reflection hit his eyes. He looked back into the drawer but more carefully, a few momemts later he takes his hand and places it inside. As he dug into the drawer his tongue poked out slightly. Momemts later he lifts his hand out of the drawer and pulls out a small black book. "Hm.." The Detective mumbled, opening the book and looking at what was inside it.
"What's that?" A voice asked him from behind. The Detective turned around to see who spoke, it was his partner. His partner was a blonde haired female, around the same age as him, she wore a small blue jacket with a black dress suit under it. She was much shorter than her partner in crime, a foot and a half shorter to be exact. She had her hair up in a pony tail with two pens in her hair. "Oh, it's Holly's diary. I just found it in this drawer." The Detective replied, looking back at the diary. His partner smiled,"Wow, you already know her name. I'm impressed." She complimented her partner. "Of course I know her name, she's my niece. I never thought of her as an insane person." He said, not taking his eyes off the diary,"I'm gonna read this diary, I'm her only real family left. I'd like to know what happened to her at least." He added. His partner placed her hand on his shoulder,"I understand." She replied before walking out.
The Mind Of The Joker: Crime Scene
The house was surrounded by Police cars, police officers flooded the crime scene like there was no tomorrow. Neighbors were gathered in front of the house, wondering what was going on. Thanks to the caution tape no civilian could enter the crime scene. The Detective was standing outside of the crime scene, obseving what was going on. He was a tall man in his mid twenties and wore a long black coat with a black suit under it. His blue tie was barley visible from it being very dark out. His short spikey blonde hair waved in the midnight breeze that made his spine shiver slightly. With only the street lights as light, the Detective looked at his watch that read '1:00'. He got a late night call at his house, his boss ordered him to investigate what happened. The Detective shook his head slowly before walking towards the caution tape.
"Excuse me sir, but you have to show me some ID." The female police officer asked the man in the black coat. He looked down and reached into his pocket, pulling out his ID and Badge and represented it to the female police officer. "Alright." She said, lifting up the caution tape and letting the Detective into the house. The Detective walked into the slightly small home and noticed everything was very neat. "Kinda neat for a psycho." The Detective said to himself, spectating the house as he slowly walked about. The house had very few things to it, no television, no radio, not even a couch.
The house had a tan colored theme to it, tan carpet, walls and ceiling. It was hard to tell the personality of the person who lived here. Nothing to go on at all. The Detective lifted an eyebrow after he saw a few rooms, wondering what was so wrong. He shrugged it off and headed back to where he came until something caught his eye. He saw many police officers flooding one certain room at the end of the narrow hall next to him. "Hm, suprised I didn't see this." He said to himself before walking down the slim hallway. Two people couldn't stand next to eachother in this hallway, it was too narrow. When the Detective reached the room his eyes widened.
The room was very small, could be a office but too small to be a good sized room. The walls and ceiling were all painted black along with black wooden floor. The only thing that was in this room that was normal was a blood soaked bed. There was blood everywhere, even on the ceiling. Most of the blood was fresh exept for the blood on the bed was a very dark color. Dried up blood stained the white sheets of the bed. The Detective stepped into the room and got closer to the walls of the room. He placed his hand on the walls and noticed something odd. He got a little closer to maybe see what it was, carvings. The walls were covered in carvings. It was hard to tell but they were there, the black paint made the carvings hardly visible. The Detective grabbed a crime scene investigator's arm,"Examine these walls, there are carvings upon them." He ordered, not taking his eyes off the wall. "Yes, Sir." The crime scene investigator replied, walking towards some more investigators.
The Detective slowly took his eyes off the walls and looked around the room some more. He spotted a black colored small shelf next to the bed,"Heh, couldn't see it with all this black around." He said to himself, looking at the shelf. There was nothing odd on the shelf, matter of fact nothing was on it at all. This bothered the Detector a bit so he took his hand and placed it upon the shelf drawer. He opened it slowly, not sure what to find in there. When the Detective finally opened the drawer there was nothing inside it. The Detective turned away but quickly stopped when a reflection hit his eyes. He looked back into the drawer but more carefully, a few momemts later he takes his hand and places it inside. As he dug into the drawer his tongue poked out slightly. Momemts later he lifts his hand out of the drawer and pulls out a small black book. "Hm.." The Detective mumbled, opening the book and looking at what was inside it.
"What's that?" A voice asked him from behind. The Detective turned around to see who spoke, it was his partner. His partner was a blonde haired female, around the same age as him, she wore a small blue jacket with a black dress suit under it. She was much shorter than her partner in crime, a foot and a half shorter to be exact. She had her hair up in a pony tail with two pens in her hair. "Oh, it's Holly's diary. I just found it in this drawer." The Detective replied, looking back at the diary. His partner smiled,"Wow, you already know her name. I'm impressed." She complimented her partner. "Of course I know her name, she's my niece. I never thought of her as an insane person." He said, not taking his eyes off the diary,"I'm gonna read this diary, I'm her only real family left. I'd like to know what happened to her at least." He added. His partner placed her hand on his shoulder,"I understand." She replied before walking out.