Chapter Five: A Visit to the Morgue
Why were we going to the morgue? I wondered, but I didn't question Terry, for she seemed to know what was going on with this case. I followed her to the car and let her drive, see was more into the world than I was. I told her what I saw on that site, as best as possible, trying not to bring up repressed memories. Terry told me she saw the same thing and even took a little visit to the mad doctor's laboratory. She told me Jeannie had tormented her too. I told Jeannie not to harm Terry, but she would've never listened anyway.
We got to the morgue and I stepped out into the cold breeze. My head was hurting so bad, that a wave of nausea swept over me and I felt like I was going to throw up. I stopped walking, closed my eyes and put my head down. Terry rushed over to me and supported me on her shoulder. "I'm okay," I said and fixed myself, "lead the way."
Terry held onto me the whole time as we made our way to that one particular room. Inside, the coroner waited for us there. Terry and her greeted each other, seeming to have met one another. The coroner pulls down the sheet, which hid the body before us. I could barley recognize her. It was Jeannie's mutilated body. Her rotting skin and disgusting corpse made me even sicker.
"I found her in the sewer," Terry whispered to me.
No wonder why her skin had a wet, soggy look to it, peeling off ever so often. Who knows how long she had been underwater, but she couldn't have been there for that long, because even if we had found her by the time Alistair killed her, there would be no flesh left. Jeannie's skin and organs would have been dissolved from the water.
Terry actually went into that mucky water? That girl has guts.
I'm amazed she actually dared to go into the sewers. Someone like her should be in the modeling industry. Okay, so maybe I'm fantasizing, but Terry is a beautiful person. Terry was never one of those stuck up bitches, she was different. Strange, but that's why I liked her. The coroner looked at the both of us, knowing there was something unhealthy to our look.
She glanced at me, then Terry, then me again. She knew I was the most damaged out of the two of us. "Are you two okay? You don't look so good?" She says finally.
"You should see it from our side," I say to her.
The coroner starts to examine the corpse of Jeanie. "None of it matters, but someone performed an autopsy on this body a long time ago," she tells us. I didn't even notice. Jeannie's body had been cut up so badly, I didn't know what Alistair had done to her. "Look at the incisions," she continues, noticing for us to lean in closer.
"Alistair. He cut her open while she was still alive," I say, looking at Jeannie's poor, rotting corpse. That fucking sick bastard! Alistair had no soul left. He didn't care what woman he murdered, he was a dysfunctional, perverted fuck. The coroner opens up Jeannie's body. My nausea returned to me, followed by an overwhelming sickness. She digs her hands down into Jeannie's chest, squishing sounds of body parts touching the examiner's hands. she then recoils her hands, taking out a plastic bag, with Jeannie's insides in the bag. Terry and I gag at the site. "Textbook procedure," the coroner says.
I wanted to leave, wanted to get out of here. I couldn't stand this anymore, but I needed to know what was in Alistair's mind. "He cut her viscera, then when he was finished, bagged and sewed her up." Thanks for the details. The coroner continues to search through Jeannie's body. She pulls out a long, small cylinder object. It is covered with her own blood. The coroner cleans it with water.
"What is it?" I ask.
"She must've swallowed it before he killed her." she hands it to Terry.
I can see now that it is a lipstick container, Jeannie's symbol of her beauty. Terry opens it and inside is a paper, she unfolds it. "The guilty must be punished," Terry reads the inscriptions.
Turning it over, there are directions to a apartment. Most likely Alistair's. "So she didn't want a burial. She wants revenge."
"Bingo," I assure her.
Why were we going to the morgue? I wondered, but I didn't question Terry, for she seemed to know what was going on with this case. I followed her to the car and let her drive, see was more into the world than I was. I told her what I saw on that site, as best as possible, trying not to bring up repressed memories. Terry told me she saw the same thing and even took a little visit to the mad doctor's laboratory. She told me Jeannie had tormented her too. I told Jeannie not to harm Terry, but she would've never listened anyway.
We got to the morgue and I stepped out into the cold breeze. My head was hurting so bad, that a wave of nausea swept over me and I felt like I was going to throw up. I stopped walking, closed my eyes and put my head down. Terry rushed over to me and supported me on her shoulder. "I'm okay," I said and fixed myself, "lead the way."
Terry held onto me the whole time as we made our way to that one particular room. Inside, the coroner waited for us there. Terry and her greeted each other, seeming to have met one another. The coroner pulls down the sheet, which hid the body before us. I could barley recognize her. It was Jeannie's mutilated body. Her rotting skin and disgusting corpse made me even sicker.
"I found her in the sewer," Terry whispered to me.
No wonder why her skin had a wet, soggy look to it, peeling off ever so often. Who knows how long she had been underwater, but she couldn't have been there for that long, because even if we had found her by the time Alistair killed her, there would be no flesh left. Jeannie's skin and organs would have been dissolved from the water.
Terry actually went into that mucky water? That girl has guts.
I'm amazed she actually dared to go into the sewers. Someone like her should be in the modeling industry. Okay, so maybe I'm fantasizing, but Terry is a beautiful person. Terry was never one of those stuck up bitches, she was different. Strange, but that's why I liked her. The coroner looked at the both of us, knowing there was something unhealthy to our look.
She glanced at me, then Terry, then me again. She knew I was the most damaged out of the two of us. "Are you two okay? You don't look so good?" She says finally.
"You should see it from our side," I say to her.
The coroner starts to examine the corpse of Jeanie. "None of it matters, but someone performed an autopsy on this body a long time ago," she tells us. I didn't even notice. Jeannie's body had been cut up so badly, I didn't know what Alistair had done to her. "Look at the incisions," she continues, noticing for us to lean in closer.
"Alistair. He cut her open while she was still alive," I say, looking at Jeannie's poor, rotting corpse. That fucking sick bastard! Alistair had no soul left. He didn't care what woman he murdered, he was a dysfunctional, perverted fuck. The coroner opens up Jeannie's body. My nausea returned to me, followed by an overwhelming sickness. She digs her hands down into Jeannie's chest, squishing sounds of body parts touching the examiner's hands. she then recoils her hands, taking out a plastic bag, with Jeannie's insides in the bag. Terry and I gag at the site. "Textbook procedure," the coroner says.
I wanted to leave, wanted to get out of here. I couldn't stand this anymore, but I needed to know what was in Alistair's mind. "He cut her viscera, then when he was finished, bagged and sewed her up." Thanks for the details. The coroner continues to search through Jeannie's body. She pulls out a long, small cylinder object. It is covered with her own blood. The coroner cleans it with water.
"What is it?" I ask.
"She must've swallowed it before he killed her." she hands it to Terry.
I can see now that it is a lipstick container, Jeannie's symbol of her beauty. Terry opens it and inside is a paper, she unfolds it. "The guilty must be punished," Terry reads the inscriptions.
Turning it over, there are directions to a apartment. Most likely Alistair's. "So she didn't want a burial. She wants revenge."
"Bingo," I assure her.