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CHAPTER WARNINGS: GORE
Sam closed his laptop.
There had been several archives in London Kevin could have visited, and it was his duty to find out which. Sam had now narrowed down the number of possible archives to four. Maybe Bobby would recognise one of the archives' names and could help them out. It wasn't very likly, Sam didn't think Bobby would leave out such important information if he remembered, but it was worth a shot.
The door of the restaurant opened and Dean entered. The two brothers had split up after breakfast. Sam would stay near the motel and do his research and Dean would go and check other motels for a trace of Kevin.
Dean did a quick scan and saw Sam sitting somewhere in the back. Whilst walking towards his brother he nodded and smiled to two ladies who politely smiled back. Maybe he would talk to them on his way out, then he actually had some action this morning. Dean grabbed a chair and it loudly scraped across the floor. Earning him a few angry lookds from the employes. Before he even was properly seated Sam started to talk.
'Did you find something?'
'Yeah, Jack squat. Wherever Kevin stayed wasn't in a motel, in this area atleast. None of the men I talked too remembered a man with a snake tattoo on his neck. But if you want to know where a guy is with a skull on his chin, I know where to find him, and I know where to find a man with a shark on his hand, but nothing on snakes. Well, at least not snakes on necks, if you know what I mean. Please tell me you got something better?' Dean said.
Before Sam could answer a waitress walked up to their table asked.
'Can I get you two anything?'
Dean smiled.
'Well, Barbara,' he said as he quickly read her name on the name tag pinned on her chest. 'Normally I would ask for some sugar but it seems like you're already sweet enough.'
She blinked, and after a seconds she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. Ignoring Dean after she asked Sam of he wanted anything else. Sam lightly shook his head.
'No, thanks.'
She nodded shortly, politly smiled to Sam, ignored Dean and curtly turned around to help other customers.
Dean huffed.
'Barbara is a stupid name anyway.' he mutterd
Sam stared at his brother for a few seconds before he almost unnoticably shook his head and started to speak.
'Well, anyway, I actually did find something, but it isn't something we were looking for.' Sam then shoved a newspaper towards Dean. Dean immediately noticed the part that Sam had marked with highlighter.
'MAN FOUND DEAD ON ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL SITE, STILL NO SUSPECTS.'
Dean read out loud:
'An unidentified man has been found dead found in a closed down industrial site south of the Thames. The police said that the body had been laying there for at least a week before it was found. The body was so damaged that the person wasn't recognisable. They police doesn't want to disclose anymore information as the investigation is still running.'
When Dean looked to Sam again and was met with a face full ofanticipation.
'So?', Dean asked.
'Uhh, So? Dean, the guy was damaged beyond recognision. Further down the article even says that the guy who found the body wasn't even sure if it was a body!'
'Well, this is a pretty big city. It isn't rare some psycho thinks wasting somebody is a fun thing to do, you know?'
'Beyond recognision Dean, and thats not all of it!'
While talking Sam opened his laptop again and typed a few things.
'Look, this isn't the first violent death here in London.'
'Oh come on Sam! Of course it isn't! Altough it may look like it, not every body in this country is a deadbeat dweeb. And as I remember saying, this is a big city with too many people trying to ignore each other, that is just asking for trouble!'
'Dean, would you hear me out please? I wasn't finished. In the last five years there have been a total of 671 murders in London. Most of them are simple, killed by gun or stab wound or even poisoning, most of the motives were pretty simple too. Like, this guy killed his boss for firing him, or, a woman killed her husband for having an affair, or, just a robbery gone wrong. If you cross all of the murders where the murder weapon is know off, you are left with 42 murders. And look at this.'
Sam now turned his laptop towards his brother and Dean saw that it showed some articles of unsolved murders, most of them pretty violent too.
'At least five of those 42 murders with no identified murder weapon were very violent killings, it is reported that all of them died missing large chunks of their throat, leaving the victims unable to breath or making them bleed to death. Besides that, the murders are unconnected. One man died in the house of his mother, another girl died at a strip club, there even is a grandparent who was murdered in the changing room of a swimming pool. For some of the murders there are suspects arrested, but none are yet proven to be the murderer, for most of the suspects the trials are still running.'
'So what's your theory Batman? They all visited a haunted place and caught a nasty angry spirit?'
'I haven't figured it out yet, it could be a werewolf of sorts, or maybe a vampire, or even a ghost. But nothing actually springs to mind.'
'I have a theory', Dean said. 'Maybe it's just a sicko killing people off? I mean, the victims and murder scenes are highly irregular. And as you know when we find irregular murders they are mostly caused by humans.'
Sam shook his head in desparation and sighed in the process.
'Look, maybe you're right, but what can checking it out hurt? We could atleast take a look at the newest body. Just to make sure it wasn't a werewolf or something like that.'
Dean sat back and looked at his brother. Sam really wanted to check this thing out. Well, he couldn't say it would hurt. It was better than traveling from old motel to motel to search for a guy who clearly didn't want to be found. And maybe Sammy was right and had he actually stumbled across something supernatural.
'Okay okay, we'll take a look at the dead guy. But how did you want to do that? I think using our shiny FBI passes is a little risky this time.'
Sam started grinning, partly because he had just convinced his brother and partly because he already had a plan.
'I got us covered'
-~o0o~-
'Why do you want to look at the body again? Didn't you get a good enough look yesterday?'
John had some trouble catching up to Sherlock. He had just finished paying the cabbie to release Sherlock had already darted off. His impatient friend had decided that he would visit the morgue to take a second look at the body. But instead of waiting till John had finished his morning routine the consulting detective had practically dragged him from the bathroom and the next second John was outside with his shaver still in his hand. Luckily for him John had just finished, so he didn't have to go on the street with half of his face shaved clean and the other half still full of stubbles.
'I think I know what the murder weapon was. Yesterday I was already suspicious but it's real absurd, so I wanted to do some thinking and research before sharing it.'
Sherlock opened the door to St. Bart's and held it a little longer so that the door wouldn't slam directly in Johns face. He did it unconsciously, because his mind was making over hours thinking about the body. It was actually the first time he encountered a corpse with such gashes, and indeed it was one very absurd theory so before uttering it out loud he really wanted to double check if his theory actually had some base and if Molly would back him up.
Ignoring the secretaries of the hospital he walked straight past their desks, his feet taking him automatically to the morgue. He was sure Molly would let them in, like she always did, so he didn't need to identify himself. He noticed that the hospital was quiet, probably because it still was morning and nobody had the chance to hurt himself so badly they needed to go to the hospital. Realising that John had trouble keeping up he slowed his pace a little. When John was beside him Sherlock glanced at him, noticing that John hadn't completely finished shaving. He had missed a few spots. Sherlock decided he wouldn't tell his companion about said missed spots, he didn't think his friend would appreciate it, because he was the cause John couldn't shave properly this morning. But Sherlock was in a hurry, it wasn't often he encountered something he had never seen before. The last time most of his cases had been very standard, employee killed his boss, daughter killed distant father for the inheritance. All those cases were solved in less than a day, but this, this was something else. Sherlock wondered if John would believe him.
Sherlock opened the door to the morgue, startling a working Molly in the process. She was looking through a microscope when he entered and nearly knocked it over when she swiftly turned to face the intruder of her workspace.
'Sherlock!' she said with a little shock on her face, he hadn't expected him so soon.
'Hi Molly, lovely day isn't it? Can I see the body that was brought here yesterday at 18:47? And while you're at it, do you already have an autopsy?'
John entered when his friend was done speaking and greeted Molly with a softly spoken 'Hi' and a weak wave.
Still startled Molly had some difficulty trying to keep up with the fast spoken words.
'Uhmm, Sherlock I'm not sure if-'
Not having the patience to try and explain the situation he stepped forward so he was face to face with Molly and simply said;
'Please.'
Sherlock noticed that Molly's face turned slightly red before she turned her face away, still avoiding his eyes, she nodded.
'Follow me.'
A moment later the three of them stood around the remains of the presumed 'Kevin Thompson.' Sherlock was bowed over the body, John was watching Sherlock do his thing, and Molly was looking through the files in her hand, searching for her official report she had been working on the last evening. She started talking.
'I actually wrote the autopsy, but I didn't send it to Lestrade yet, I wanted to do a double check first before I sent it. Because if I'm right London might have a-'
'Big cat problem', Sherlock finished her sentence and locked eyes with her.
Hesitantly she nodded and after a few seconds of silence she said.
'But as you probably have seen that isn't the only thing.'
Now it was Sherlock's turn to slowly nod.
John was confused.
'What do you two mean with big cat problem? You mean that this guy was killed by a lion or something like that?' and that would be truly ridiculous, he thought, although he didn't say that out loud.
Sherlock switched his attention to John, waited a second and then pointed at the corpses abdomen.
'You see these gashes? They aren't made by a knife, the edges are too rough for a clean knife, so they were made by claws. Feline claws to be exact. So yes, a tiger or panther or another big cat. Because I haven't had to deal with big cat attacks before,so I don't exactly know which one it is. But as Molly and I both agree we can at least conclude that this man was attacked by a big feline. Before we can conclude which one we have to visit the London zoo first.'
John stared blankly at Sherlock. To be honest, he had expected some ridiculous answer, because when Sherlock didn't want to share something it often meant that he wasn't sure of his theory or that he didn't trust John to believe him.
'You sure?'
Sherlock blinked.
'Yes, these wounds', he pointed at the torn open stomach, 'are definitely made by the claws of a big cat.'
John frowned shortly, but then nodded at Sherlock, confirming that he believed him. Sherlock didn't show it but he was glad John would believe him, however with the next part Sherlock wasn't sure if John would agree to believe him so easily.
'However, these wounds...' He now pointed at the destroyed neck of the man.'...Aren't made by a feline... But by a human...'
Sherlock paused a little, looking at John and waiting for a reaction. He saw that his shorter friend waited expectantly for the rest of his sentence, altough John already looked a little suprised to learn that the man wasn't only attacked by a feline but by a man too.
'Too be exact, these wounds are made by human teeth.'
There was silence. Sherlock waited for John's reaction.
'Human. Teeth.'
'Yes', Sherlock answered patiently.
John frowned at Sherlock again and looked from Sherlock to the body, then to Sherlock again.
'You mean to tell me that some guy attacked, this man.' He vaguely motioned to the corpse. 'Ripped the guys throat out, with his own mouth... 'John paused shortly, so that he was sure that Sherlock listened to what he was asking. '... And then sent his pet lion, or tiger or whatever to finish the man off?'
'Well, the man probably was already dead by then.'
John just stared at Sherlock, not saying anything, so Sherlock guessed John needed more confirmation.
'I'm not saying that the man had a pet lion, or tiger or panther with him, I'm saying that the man was attacked by a man and feline.'
'Right.'
John and Sherlock stared at each other. Sherlock wondering if John believed him, and John wondering if he should.
Molly looked at the two, she could confirm that Sherlock's story was right, but somehow doubted that John would believe her anymore than he did Sherlock, so she just said nothing and waited for what would happen.
Just when John opened his mouth to say something the door opened.
Two men in suits entered.
TBC
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Note: I didn't mean to offend anyone named Barbara, hey, I don't hate the name, Dean does :P (If it makes you feel better, my name means 'Manly' and that would be fine, if I was actually a guy, which I'm not XD )
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