A/N; I guess it's good I don't have a TV at the moment... .

Anywho I'm working on two pictures from this and the previous chapter... And I did a crappy time skip just to let you know. It's now Thursday, one way away from Chloe's birthday, and Carter's out of the hospital. Sorry if it seems like he was in the hospital for such a short time... He actually was now that I think about it... Buuuut I couldn't come up with jack shit to write about... So... yeah... But Carter on pain meds turns him into an open book... Because I've noticed from people I personally know who have been on them, they get laughy/sleepy/talk about everything. So... yeah... Enjoy. :D

Disclaimer: blahblah

Warning;; Blood, death.

Pairing;; Norman X Carter, mention/implying of Jen x Johnny.

Chapter XI

Norman traced the scars on Carter's torso in boredom, enjoying the smooth surface of Carter's scars under his finger tips. The tissue shined sickly back at him, he pursed his lips together; tracing one that was on his stomach, sort of off to the side, and a few inches above the waistband of his pants. He inched closer to get a better look at the awkward scar, the wound itself had to have been deep from how hard the scar tissue was under his fingers. "How'd you get this one?" He asked the man, his eyes slowly moving from the wound up to Carter's face. Arching a brow the older man looked down towards the scar in question, watching Norman's pale fingers run across the scar he gave an annoyed sigh and laid back against the couch.

"That's actually the first scar I got on the job. First time I've been stabbed too." he said with a soft chuckle. He'd taken one hell of a beating from his dad as a kid, even from kids in middle school before he bulked up and got them back for it. Only person he could ever imagine stabbing him at the time was Abby, he still wouldn't put it past her now, given how much she loves to cut people open. He guessed if anything a surgeon really was a good job for her.

"What happened?" Norman mused from his spot between the older man's legs his hands resting on Carter's stomach just above waistband of his pants and his chin comfortably resting on top of his hands.

"Scott and I were investigating an SVU case, I've always tried to avoid SVU cases after the Thompson Case. Really awful case, some bastard murdered his wife then killed himself, I had to try and calm the kid down..." He gave a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples thinking back to that horribly long night. "Anyway, one of Scott's old war buddies was the closest to the scene of the crime so we started there." The image of the mutilated ten year old on the street came to mind, out of disgust and pity for the child he thought it best to leave the scene out of the story. "At the time Scott was a detective and I was back on the streets because of... well... I pissed the wrong person off, if not for Scott I'd probably have lost my job." Norman bit his tongue when he noticed Carter's look of amusement turn into one of hurt. Clearing his throat Carter continued his story, "Scott dealt with talking to him as I snooped around. I personally couldn't see this guy raping and murdering some poor girl, but I continued to look around anyway. What Manfred failed to mention was he had his nephew over. He was just a kid only eighteen... Shortly after I started looking I got a bad feeling. My brain screamed to grab my gun but for some stupid reason I didn't listen. I turned around and found myself pinned between the wall and a man I didn't recognize, who I later discovered was the nephew. He saw me in uniform and panicked and I guess thought the only rational thing to do was kill me." Carter rolled his eyes looking back down to Norman who was once more looking to the scar.

"Everything was fuzzy after it, I could hear the kid talking but I was more focused on the fact I had a knife in my stomach. When my brain finally caught onto what was happening I reached for my gun, course he saw this and twisted the knife and pushed it in further. Next thing I know I'm on the floor, Manfred's putting pressure on my wound and Scott's arresting the nephew. Must of blacked out after that cause I woke up to Abby punching me in the hospital..." A smile tugged at the corners of Norman's mouth from the image of the woman he'd seen in pictures storming up to the bed and punching Blake, in anger and worry.

"She really punched you?"

"Yeah, she's a fucking psycho sometimes." Carter said using his hands as emphasis, Norman couldn't help but chuckle as he sat up and yawned.

"Wonder where she gets it from." He muttered, Carter smirked as he sat up and used his uninjured arm to push the man off the couch. Norman laughed from his now seated position on the ground, knowing that the action could just prove his point, he looked back over to Carter and noticed the genuine smile on the man's face. It just reminded him of the pictures he saw of Carter with Scott, the story once more replaying in his head as he looked towards the other scars on the man's torso. "When'd you meet Scott?" Norman asked shyly looking up towards Carter, while getting up and rejoining him on the couch. He figured now that they were talking about his personal life he can learn more about their relationship.

"I met him in the academy. He'd just left the marines, and being an officer was really the only thing he had going for him at the time. To be honest the first time I met him I hated the bastard." He said with a chuckle, "he still had the military demeanor about him, reminded me of my Old Man at the time. Anyway one day I caught him hitting on Chloe who was coming to visit me for lunch I think. We got in a fight, beat the shit out of each other, and the rest is history... I kind of wish the fight never happened. Maybe things could have been different."

"Carter... it still would have happened. It's not your fault. You couldn't have possibly known that he'd do any of what he did." Carter stared at the floor with a guilty look on his face. After a few moments silence Norman hesitantly continued his questioning, determined to get inside Carter's mind, desperate to unlock the man's past. "So... whatever happened to Chloe?" Norman asked knowing he was crossing a boundary, but the suspense of the calendars countdown was killing him. Carter had never mentioned her, aside from now, yet he still had pictures of her around his house. The two of them appeared to have been engaged but she seemed to have just fallen off the face of the earth. 'Hopefully the painkillers Carter's on would help him to open up more?' Norman looked away from the floor and up to his face, his previous look of guilt was replaced by one of dread.

Carter knew this question would come up, it always had. Like when Ash first came over to his house and picked up a photo in his drunken stooper and blurted out that he 'Demanded to hear about this, Hottie.' He could still remember running as fast as he could from the parking lot into the hospital shoving passed a doctor into the ER door; the one that was usually locked and only accessible when they buzzed you in. His heart had been hammering so fast he was waiting for it to jump out of his chest, but he couldn't stop he had to make sure she was okay. It was his fault, it was all his fault, if he didn't make it such a big deal she would have never left. The hospital would never have called him about an accident by their local gas station. He could smell her perfume (the one he just bought her), as he passed the curtain containing Chloe's bed. He'd found himself standing in front of the blood soaked white, now crimson, mattress she laid on. The Doctors yelled at him that he couldn't be back there as they called for security, the men and women about ready to declare her time of death. In horror he shoved passed them and moved to Chloe begging, pleading, demanding her to wake up. Telling her how sorry he was, and that he didn't mean anything he said, he apologized till his voice became hoarse and the security guards dragged him away. He remembered how his outbursts made the doctors look away, some of them crying from the raw emotion pouring out of him as he yelled at Chloe's corpse, how he screamed that he didn't care that she was pregnant! That he didn't mean anything he said, he wanted to be a father... but none of it mattered, she was dead, even if she did survive she'd be a quadriplegic, she'd be hooked up to an oxygen tank... they'd have still lost the baby...

Carter cleared his burning throat as the memory caused tears to fill his eyes, in embarrassment he turned away not willing to look at the man. Not willing to allow Norman to see him in such a state, he knew he'd eventually have to tell him the truth. He wanted and trusted the man enough to tell him everything, but he hated the helplessness he felt. The helplessness he always felt when he was too late to save someone. "She... She died. Twenty three years ago..." He ran a hand through his hair, 'Had it really been that long?'

"Carter, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to-" Carter shook his head silencing the man, a forced smile came on Carter's face as he looked back to the wall.

"It's fine, I was going to tell you eventually..." There was a few moments of silence before Norman continued.

"How long had you guys been together?" Norman asked moving a hand and resting it on Carter's uninjured shoulder in a way of comfort.

"Six years. I met her by the end of my Sophomore year of High school." He could still remember seeing her lean against a fence with a cigarette between her lips as she watched people come and go from her brother's party (the man dying from a cocaine overdose shortly after graduation). "The day she turned eighteen she moved in with me and Abby, course at the time Abby was taking college classes along with her high school classes, also working part time to help me pay the bills... So it was basically just Chloe and I in the house, I think Abby only ever stepped foot inside the house to go sleep."

"That's a lot of work." Norman muttered, remembering only thing he focused on was school work and making his dad happy so he'd help pay for his college. He couldn't imagine throwing everything together, he really only worked holidays as a teenager until he moved into a dorm room at his university. Which he just did school work and regular work because his dad finally cut him off; the man being tired of his sons 'Faggot behavior.'

"Abby was determined to get out of this shit hole. Course I think she comes over more now than she did back in high school." A small smile crossed Norman's face as the two of them shifted back against the couch, Norman resting his head on Carter's uninjured shoulder while inching closer to him and pulling his feet up on the couch; Carter in return put his arm around Norman, allowing the younger man to cuddle with him.

"How'd Chloe..." He trailed off as he thought to Carter's bachelor behavior, it made more sense now why he had constant flings but never seemed to be with the same girl more than once. Why when Norman found himself getting close to the man Carter immediately tried to push him away. Carter was terrified to get close to someone just to lose them. After all his obvious first love, his "soul mate," met some tragic end. It must've shattered Carter's life making him even more miserable. He couldn't finish the question, he wanted to know what happened but he didn't want to dig to far, he didn't want to make Carter lock up again.

"We had a fight." Norman looked up at Carter who was once again avoiding eye contact, looking at everything but Norman. "I said things I shouldn't have and she was pissed and left... sometime later the news was going off about a story on the gas station we always go to, about a robbery gone wrong and how someone was shot... then my phone rang." he paused for a second, Norman already knowing where the story was heading. "I rushed to the hospital as fast as I could but it was too late, they weren't able to drain the blood from her lungs... Only reason she didn't choke to death on scene was because there was a doctor there who gave her a trach." Another pause and Carter tightened his grip on Norman's shoulder in self comfort. "I... have been meaning to say something for a while now." Norman hesitated as he looked over to Carter who sat up straight, causing Norman to join him. Moving closer Carter kissed him; giving a small noise of surprise as the injured man pushed him backwards onto the couch and slipped between his legs. He began kissing the Norman's neck while putting all of his weight on his good arm, allowing his injured one to be cradled close to his body by the sling. "I'm sorry, for everything I've done to you." He muttered while inching lower down Norman's body, causing him to give a gasp when Carter reached the waistline of his jeans.

"D-don't worry about it." He said in a hushed voice, feeling the man tug at is belt Norman sat up on his elbows and watched the man work one-handed to unbutton and unzip his jeans. "Carter, we shouldn't do this while you're healing." Hesitantly he stopped his actions and watched Norman as he sat up. They sat in a slightly awkward silence and a thought slowly crossed Norman's mind, "In the Thompson Case... You said a man killed his wife then himself... What exactly happened." Carter arched a brow at the question while wondering if that's why the man wasn't currently in the mood. Hoping that was the case to lessen his feeling of rejection he gave a heavy sigh and turned around. Norman was about to inquire about what the man was doing till Carter leaned back and rested against him. Norman smiled from his spot against the arm of the couch and moved his hands carefully on the man's shoulders; being extremely careful to avoid touching his bullet wound. Carter relaxed and leaned his head back, smirking as Norman moved his hand from his injured shoulder and boredly ran his hand through Carter's hair.

"We got a call from a girl reporting gunfire in the area. Because of how common gunshots were there the captain at the time didn't really care, so he sent me in to check it out. This was actually the first call I took without anyone else. The neighbor told me she heard shots coming from her neighbors house, so I go over to check it out. No one answered the door so I peeked through the window next to it. A boy was standing there covered in blood, and he had to be just a kid... I quickly took out my gun and called for backup while kicking the door down. The poor kid stood in front of his parent's corpses, from the blood on his face and clothes I knew this happened in front of him. After making sure no one else was in the house I went back to the kid and tried to get him to look at me and talk to me. The kid was so lost it took him about fifteen minutes before something registered in his brain and he wound up throwing up before balling his eyes out... Kid was only five..." Carter shook his head and closed his eyes while relaxing more into Norman's arms. It was oddly comforting to be in this position, his mind trailed to Chloe when he remembered how they'd sit like this while he was reading his law books.

"What happened to the boy?" Carter shrugged as he started to doze off; thanks to the comfortable position and the pain killers.

"You're a nice pillow." He murmered causing Norman to smile as he continued to play with his hair.

"Mhmm, perhaps you should go to bed?"

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"It's broken again! When will you ever get this damn thing fixed! How long has it been, Henry!" Johnny laid in his bed in silence, slowly pulling the covers tighter to his body with one hand, another hugged a teddy tightly, one he'd gotten yesterday for his fifth birthday.

"Who cares about the dishwasher! We have a sink with running water use it! This is the third time this month I've had to pay for that goddamned thing to be fixed!" They'd been fighting a lot recently, so much so he found himself scared to be here, in this house. His dad had been scaring him more and more recently, with the way he looked around the house, the way he searched around in fear. And the way he bought a gun and tried to hide it from his mom. How Johnny had to convince him that his mom was good and that she'd never hurt him. He held his teddy tighter as he rolled on his side and faced his door, picking at the stuffed bears eyes in a nervous fashion.

"Then why don't you fix it! Oh right you can't! You're too goddamn incompetent! I don't know why I married you! You were a piece of shit back then too, I don't know why I thought you'd ever change." He could hear footsteps as his father stomped up the stairs heading to the bedroom, the closet, the place Johnny knew his dad kept the gun. "Where are you going!"

"To get something to fix our problem."

"Oh well look at this, Mr. Useless is finally doing something useful!" Her voice rang through his bedroom and he couldn't stay still anymore, he slowly got up and peeked out his door. Opening it just a crack, letting a little light in his dark room he watched his father storm passed the door and head back downstairs towards the kitchen where his mother stood. "What are you doing with a gun?"

"Something I should have done a long time!" Johnny shoved open the door in fear and headed down stairs watching the two as his father got closer.

"Henry, put the gun down! What if Johnny hears us, what if he sees you like this!" She pleaded, putting her hands up in a way to calm him down.

"Oh! Oh so now you care for him! I know you never wanted him you just saw him as a weight to keep us together! Well you know what? I love you! I have always loved you and to prove it I'm going to save us! I'm going to get us out of this place!"

"Mom, dad?" Johnny asked from the stairs, holding the railing with one hand and his teddy with the other. His mom looked at him with sympathy, too scared to look back to the gun at her face.

"Everything's fine Sweetie, go to bed." The strain in her voice didn't reassure him, he stepped down off the stairs and moved a little closer looking to his father as the man started to laugh.

"Nothing's fine! Nothing's ever fine! Look at us! Look at me Loraine! Do it!" With tears in her eyes she fearfully looked to the mad man in her kitchen, the man she at one time had fallen in love with. "We don't deserve this... We don't deserve this bullshit! So I'm finally doing it, I'm 'Manning up' I'm taking you and me out of this shithole and leaving our problems behind. Where we're going we won't ever feel hardships again! Don't you get that!" Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head, moving from her spot closer to Johnny.

"Please! Put the gun away!" She quickly turned to Johnny about to run for him to escape with him, after two steps the gun went off. Johnny stood there horrified as his mother fell to her knees before collapsing in front of him, a large chunk of her face appeared to be missing from her forehead. Tears and bits of blood and brain matter dripped off his face as he held his teddy to his chest. His eyes wide with fear, he was unaware that in his terror he was crying, and unaware of the fact he'd pissed himself. His eyes then shifted to his father who aimed the gun at his own head.

"I can't take you with us... I'm sorry." He ended his sentence by pulling the trigger, falling to join his wife on the floor. He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there, a firm hand on his shoulder slowly got his attention, turning his head he looked to a man with dark hair and kind blue eyes. They looked at each other for a second and his mouth opened, but Johnny couldn't hear anything. There was just silence.

"Johnny?"

The hand on his shoulder snapped him awake, he shot up and grabbed the arm of the person that disturbed him, gripping it firmly only to find himself staring into Jen's face. Her expression was a mix of shock and slight pain. He looked at her then to his hand, quickly releasing her arm he rubbed his face and muttered an apology; freezing when he realized he'd actually been crying. Nervously he looked down and gave a sigh of relief when he saw that the only thing from the memory that happened in real life was the crying. It would have been abnormally embarrassing if he wet the bed, though one thing he did find irritating was the fact he still had a hard on from waking up in the morning. Never a nice thing to wake up to after having a dream about your parents dying.

"You okay?" He nodded and rubbed his eyes before looking around.

"Yeah, just... bad dream." He said meekly, he'd never told Jen about what happened to his parents. Never wanted to, that wasn't really something he could bring up into a conversation, as far as she knew Harry and Michelle were his parents. "What time is it?"

"One. Sorry I didn't wake you sooner, I had some things to do around the house, and at first you looked really relaxed. I know you've been stressed a lot recently and you could use the rest." She said with a shrug as she sat down, he noted that she was already dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a blue shirt.

"That's fine... when do you want me outta here?" He asked with a smirk, she just laughed as she stood up and stretched with a yawn.

"Doesn't matter to me, stay as long as you want." He looked around before standing up and stretching as well, rubbing the back of his neck he began looking for where they threw his clothes last night. He paused mid-step and looked towards Jen who was leaning against the table shifting through some mail. He couldn't help but look at her nice firm ass that she basically had waving in front of him. Flashes of last night popped through his head, he was amazed how eager she was when he made the first move to kiss her. How instead of a small kiss and sending him on his way she wrapped her arms around him and dragged him into her apartment. How she moved quick to strip herself before teasing him and slowly taking off his pants, his shirt long since abandoned. He remembered kissing and licking the scar on her stomach, the one he gave her ages ago. The way she curled her finger through his hair and the sheets of the bed as he went down on her. He smirked as he once more found himself being turned on, she was irresistible, he didn't want to stop.

'She's just using you.' He flinched and looked around, he'd almost forgotten about that nagging voice, the entity that followed him around and desperately tried to ruin him at every turn. How long had it been since his last dose? These new pills definitely worked way better than the old ones, they were stronger and lasted longer, they made him feel invincible. They helped him focus to actually get work done, which reminded him he had a very important meeting with a beautiful woman, Marissa. Locating his pants he slipped them on and reached in his pocket to get the pill bottle, not bothering to put on a shirt he picked it up and threw it over his shoulder while popping two of the pills.

"Shit, I totally forgot I have a meeting today." Jen stood up straight and looked to the clock on the wall.

"Are you late?" She asked, feeling guilty for not waking him earlier.

"Nah, but I should head down there... I'll see you later?" He asked unsure really what to say, were they dating now? Were they just friends with benefits? Too nervous to ask incase this was a onetime thing he made his way for the door.

"Yeah, see ya." She said awkwardly as the man disappeared, she gave a heavy sigh and sat down at the table, running a hand through her hair she picked up the newspaper and started reading.

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Knocking on the door Johnny leaned casually against the red door frame, he waited patiently for his target to appear. He looked to the side walk with boredom as he waited. Beginning to feel impatient he once more knocked on the door; he could hear someone on the other side before it opened. Johnny quickly kicked the door open knocking her down to the ground as he entered the house and closed the door. He would have just casually talked his way inside the house if Erica was like Brianna, Alice, and Jen, Erica however had been trying to avoid her. She slowly seemed to not trust him anymore and that made him paranoid. He didn't even need Loraine to feel uneasy about the whole thing, so he figured he'd do what needed to be done by force. The brunette stared up at him from the floor before scrambling to her feet and heading for her alarm system. Johnny grabbed her quickly by the back of the shirt, already wearing his white latex gloves to avoid leaving his DNA everywhere, pulling her close and covering her mouth he smiled while brushing his lips against her ear.

"Shhh, shhhh. It's okay Erica. You won't feel a thing." the woman cried and thrashed in his grip when she saw him reach for something. She stomped on his foot and used the time to quickly run. "Fuck! you goddamn bitch!" He ran over and slammed her into the wall as she pushed the panic button, allowing her to collapse to the floor he leaned against the wall and put in the code. "Nineteen Ninety Four." He chuckled out the number as the alarm stopped, he looked down to the woman who was slowly pulling away from him. "You insult my intelligence, Erica, I've been watching you for a while now. I know all about your little security code. And if someone calls all I have to say is Dennis. They'll call off the police."

"J-Jonathan, please don't do this!" She yelled putting a hand on her chest and gasping, assuming from how hard it was to breath and how hard he slammed her against the wall that she had a broken rib, maybe two. He looked down at her with a smile as he looked to the knife in his hand, she sobbed while trying to get away, he kicked her down by the shoulder and kept his foot there. "Why?" She asked crying as he straddled her, she desperately tried to shove him away, cursing herself for cutting her nails as she tried to claw at his arm when he grabbed her by the hair.

"I want everyone to see how beautiful you are." He answered before slashing the knife across her skin, he watched the blood flow out of her throat. She obstructed his view with her hand as she tried to stop her own bleeding. She gagged and shocked on her own blood, coughing she tried to pull away and cried harder when she heard his camera as he took pictures of the scene before him. A blank expression was on his face as he watched her reach out a bloody hand, desperate to live.

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Something about silence was peaceful, perhaps it was the fact he knew Loraine wouldn't ruin it. his new pills did wonders, he wondered why he didn't get them in the first place. Perhaps they weren't made? He found himself full of so much clarity, so full of hope. His thoughts slipped back to Erica as he looked into her terrified dead eyes. This was perfect, the innocents of the pose as she laid on her side holding her hands to her face her knees bent up to her chest and her hair sprawled out like dying leaves under a tree. He took a few shots of her from different angles until he ran out of film in the camera. He stood there a moment longer before he grabbed his duffle bag of collected artwork, moving back over to her he cut off her nails, peeling them off her stiff dead hands like a peel off an orange. He then cut off the skin on the end of her fingers as a sense of caution. Slipping her hair behind her ear he then cut that off too, whistling he threw the parts in the garbage disposal before running the water and turning it on. Waiting till he just heard the spinning blades and the running water he shut off the disposal and sink before walking back over to her and pulling the hair back over her ear-hole. It was a decent attempt to cover the mutilation he forced upon her body, but he couldn't have his DNA anywhere on her.

He picked up his duffle bag and walked out the door, locking it behind him and throwing her bloody key into the bush. With a satisfied smile he pulled off his tainted gloves, slipped them in a small compartment on his duffel bag and continued on his way towards his storage unit to deposit all the pictures with the others. The only thought running through his head was how he could kill someone in broad daylight and no one was the wiser, on the other note it made him sick how oblivious everyone was. There really had been something fucked up in the world.

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Norman walked into the station and looked over to Ash who was reading over some files. He didn't even give Norman a second glance before he motioned for him to follow, they two of them headed out to the garage; Norman couldn't help but notice Gary was following.

"I've been going over statements we've gotten, and there was a student at Brianna's school that was hesitant about the whole thing. Gary, you said she seemed to react to the description of Johnny?" Gary nodded as he finally stood next to the two men, both of which towered over him.

"Yeah that's right, she kind of locked up." Norman looked from Gary to Ash, doubt that she didn't know him running through his system, the same thought must have been going through Ash.

"Alright, let's head to her house then. We need to know what she knows, hopefully I didn't catch this too late." Ash said heading to his car, hesitantly Norman followed the older male. To be honest he'd always found himself embarrassed to get into the car because of what had happened in the elevator that one day. He still wasn't sure if it was a hallucination or if it had actually happened, and he didn't feel like asking. "I'll never understand why people won't open their mouths when they know something that could help us." Ash muttered in irritation as he started the car and drove out of the garage, Gary trailing behind them.

"Some people are too scared." Ash chuckled, at Norman's comment shaking his head as looked to the address on the paper then back ahead to make sure he was going to same way.

"No... Some people are fucking retarded." Norman couldn't help but smile, only wondering what sort of degrading conversations must have happened between Ash and Blake when they were on the job.

"So who are we seeing?" Norman asked as Ash turned down a residential street, he watched boredly as a man with a duffel bag climbed in the back of a taxi. He watched them leave before looking back to Ash who just tossed a paper in his lap.

"Erica Myers." Ash said, while pulling into a parking space, he slowly climbed out of the car and watched Gary park on the street. Norman looked at the paper for a second before he set it on the cup holders and climbed out to join the other two men. Ash walked over to the door and knocked on it, completely unaware of the fact the very place he now leaned was where Johnny had been a few hours ago. He waited for a second and then knocked a second time, Norman looked around the porch and froze when he saw something red shimmer in the sun. He knelt down and moved the bush a bit pausing as he saw the bloody key.

"Ash, is the door locked?" Norman asked feeling in his pocket for a glove, finding one he slipped it on and reached for the key as Ash tried the door.

"What'd ya find?" Ash asked curiously watching as Norman stood up and looked from the key to the door. He looked to Ash for reassurance and watched the man pull out his gun, Gary copied him, and Norman unlocked and opened the door, reaching for his own gun. Ash walked in first, he looked at the blood on the floor with a sneer as he walked into the house. Locating Erica's body the three branched off and searched for the one who could have done this. Not finding anyone they all gathered back into the room and looked down at Erica. Ash cursed as he turned and kicked the coffee table next to the body. Gary knelt down and felt for vitals, knowing he wouldn't find anything he gave a sigh in defeat before standing up.

"I'll call for back up." He said before turning away from the sight and heading towards the door. Norman looked around the house before kneeling down to the body. He looked to her fear filled face before looking to the deep gash across her neck. There was blood dripping from her mouth and she appeared to have coagulated blood dripping down her face. Arching a brow he looked closer, moving his gloved hand he brushed her hair back and looked to the missing ear. Shaking his head he noticed she was also missing her fingernails and some of the skin from her fingers.

"Jesus..." He muttered in both disgust and amazement, the killer really did appear to know what he was doing. Standing up Norman patted his pockets looking for his ARI. He paused as the memory of giving it up hit him, that was right, he was alone in this.