Title: Twisted
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 3
"Matt, I'm hungry." Sarah said to her boyfriend as they made their way along 23rd Avenue.
"I know, baby." Matt said as he stared at his girlfriend.
"Can't we get a hot dog or something?" She asked, her stomach growling.
"Baby, I told you. We don't have any money." He said patiently.
"The last time we ate was yesterday morning." She whined, hunger and fatigue making her cranky.
"Kay, look." He said as he grabbed her by the hand and led her to the back of a Chinese restaurant.
"Where are we going?" She asked, following him. Her question was answered when he stopped in front of the giant dumpster.
"These people throw out all kinds of food, most of it's still good." He said as he quickly climbed inside the overflowing dumpster and started rummaging around. Sara stayed below watching him. Although slightly disgusted at the thought of eating food that had been lying in garbage, she was ravished.
"Holy shit." Matt said, his voice easily traveling the distance to her.
"What? You find anything good?" Sarah called out, her voice hopeful. She waited for a response but got none.
"Matt?" She asked again, trying to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend. She saw him finally get up, his face pale.
"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked as she took in his appearance. "Matt?" She said, fear suddenly seizing her. She saw him back away and shakily make his way out of the dumpster. "Matt, what's wrong?" She cried out, her voice hinging on hysteria as she saw her boyfriend trembling, sweat breaking out on his brow, despite the freezing temperature. Just as she was about to ask him once more what he had seen, one of the employees from the restaurant made his way out the back door.
"What the hell are you kids doing here? Bunch of worthless punks. Why don't you try to get a job instead of hanging around in dumpsters. Get the fuck out of here before I call the police." The employee said to them.
"When you call them," Matt finally said his voice shaky and detached, his eyes unfocused, "Tell them that there's a body in your dumpster." He said oblivious to everyone's reaction, stuck in his own personal hell.
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"Is this the place?" Faith asked as Bosco drove the RMP into the alleyway of the Chinese restaurant.
"This is it." He said simply as he got out of the squad car and made his way to the small group of people standing before the dumpster.
"Which one of you guys called this in?" He asked as he took in the three pale civilians.
"I did." The employee said, stepping forward.
"What's your name, sir?" Faith asked, as she took in the scene before her, noting that the three people looked sweaty and clammy despite the weather.
"Tommy Jerkins." The man said, stepping forward.
"Can you tell me what happened, sir?" She asked him.
"I was coming outside to throw out some trash when I saw these two kids in front of the dumpster obviously looking for food." The man said, as Faith took in the two teens, their dirty clothes and faces indicating that they were runaways.
"Then what happened?" Bosco piped up.
"I told them that if they didn't get lost I was going to call the cops. I can't have kids traipsing through the garbage -" The man explained to the two officers.
"What happened next?" Faith asked, cutting him off.
"Well, the kid turned around," Tommy said, tilting his head towards the teen, "And said that when I do, to tell him that there was a body in there. At first I thought he was on something, you know? I mean look at him. But I was curious so I went to check..." The man said, his voice shaking.
"Was there?" Faith asked him, already knowing the answer just by his demeanor.
"Oh, yeah." The man said, an involuntary shudder passing through him as the memory of the body he had seen, assaulted his vision.
"Were they alive?" Bosco asked, already climbing up the dumpster to see for himself.
"No." Matt piped in, his voice far away.
"What's your name, sir?" She asked as she took in the two teens before her, neither of which could be more than 17 years old.
"Matt and this is my girlfriend Sarah." He said, nodding his head in her direction. "We were looking for food." He said simply.
"Holy shit!" Bosco said as he took in the sight before him.
"Bos?" Faith called out, trying to see her partner, but unable to do so since he was completely emerged in the dumpster. A moment later, she saw his head pop out. He quickly made his way out of the dumpster and came to stand beside Faith.
"There's definitely a body in there." He said, trying to appear calm even though nausea coursed through him at the sight he had just witnessed.
"Is he -" Faith began before being cut off.
"She," Bosco corrected, " And no." Faith stared at him for a moment before radioing in what they had learned.
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"What can you tell me?" Bosco asked the detective as he watched the body being wheeled into the back of the coroner's van, ready to be taken to the morgue.
"I can't say too much right now." The detective told the two police officers. "But, I'd say that she was brutally stabbed with a large serrated blade. I'd even go as far as saying that she was stabbed close to 50 times. Whoever did this really wanted her dead."
"It was a crime of passion." Faith mused out loud.
"I'd say that's exactly what it was." The detective said, looking at her. "We'll find out more when we can ID the body."
"Good luck." Bosco said, recalling the brutally mutilated corpse.
"We'll be using dental records." The detective said, getting ready to leave.
"Bye." Faith said before turning around to face her partner.
"God, can you imagine how sick the son of a bitch must be who did this?" Bosco asked as they made their way to their RMP.
"Want to hear something even more disturbing?" Faith asked as they got into the car and closed the doors.
"What?" He asked as he turned around to face her.
"That sick son of a bitch is still out there. Think about it. He could be anywhere." Faith said. They stared at one another for several seconds before taking off, each deep in thought.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 3
"Matt, I'm hungry." Sarah said to her boyfriend as they made their way along 23rd Avenue.
"I know, baby." Matt said as he stared at his girlfriend.
"Can't we get a hot dog or something?" She asked, her stomach growling.
"Baby, I told you. We don't have any money." He said patiently.
"The last time we ate was yesterday morning." She whined, hunger and fatigue making her cranky.
"Kay, look." He said as he grabbed her by the hand and led her to the back of a Chinese restaurant.
"Where are we going?" She asked, following him. Her question was answered when he stopped in front of the giant dumpster.
"These people throw out all kinds of food, most of it's still good." He said as he quickly climbed inside the overflowing dumpster and started rummaging around. Sara stayed below watching him. Although slightly disgusted at the thought of eating food that had been lying in garbage, she was ravished.
"Holy shit." Matt said, his voice easily traveling the distance to her.
"What? You find anything good?" Sarah called out, her voice hopeful. She waited for a response but got none.
"Matt?" She asked again, trying to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend. She saw him finally get up, his face pale.
"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked as she took in his appearance. "Matt?" She said, fear suddenly seizing her. She saw him back away and shakily make his way out of the dumpster. "Matt, what's wrong?" She cried out, her voice hinging on hysteria as she saw her boyfriend trembling, sweat breaking out on his brow, despite the freezing temperature. Just as she was about to ask him once more what he had seen, one of the employees from the restaurant made his way out the back door.
"What the hell are you kids doing here? Bunch of worthless punks. Why don't you try to get a job instead of hanging around in dumpsters. Get the fuck out of here before I call the police." The employee said to them.
"When you call them," Matt finally said his voice shaky and detached, his eyes unfocused, "Tell them that there's a body in your dumpster." He said oblivious to everyone's reaction, stuck in his own personal hell.
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"Is this the place?" Faith asked as Bosco drove the RMP into the alleyway of the Chinese restaurant.
"This is it." He said simply as he got out of the squad car and made his way to the small group of people standing before the dumpster.
"Which one of you guys called this in?" He asked as he took in the three pale civilians.
"I did." The employee said, stepping forward.
"What's your name, sir?" Faith asked, as she took in the scene before her, noting that the three people looked sweaty and clammy despite the weather.
"Tommy Jerkins." The man said, stepping forward.
"Can you tell me what happened, sir?" She asked him.
"I was coming outside to throw out some trash when I saw these two kids in front of the dumpster obviously looking for food." The man said, as Faith took in the two teens, their dirty clothes and faces indicating that they were runaways.
"Then what happened?" Bosco piped up.
"I told them that if they didn't get lost I was going to call the cops. I can't have kids traipsing through the garbage -" The man explained to the two officers.
"What happened next?" Faith asked, cutting him off.
"Well, the kid turned around," Tommy said, tilting his head towards the teen, "And said that when I do, to tell him that there was a body in there. At first I thought he was on something, you know? I mean look at him. But I was curious so I went to check..." The man said, his voice shaking.
"Was there?" Faith asked him, already knowing the answer just by his demeanor.
"Oh, yeah." The man said, an involuntary shudder passing through him as the memory of the body he had seen, assaulted his vision.
"Were they alive?" Bosco asked, already climbing up the dumpster to see for himself.
"No." Matt piped in, his voice far away.
"What's your name, sir?" She asked as she took in the two teens before her, neither of which could be more than 17 years old.
"Matt and this is my girlfriend Sarah." He said, nodding his head in her direction. "We were looking for food." He said simply.
"Holy shit!" Bosco said as he took in the sight before him.
"Bos?" Faith called out, trying to see her partner, but unable to do so since he was completely emerged in the dumpster. A moment later, she saw his head pop out. He quickly made his way out of the dumpster and came to stand beside Faith.
"There's definitely a body in there." He said, trying to appear calm even though nausea coursed through him at the sight he had just witnessed.
"Is he -" Faith began before being cut off.
"She," Bosco corrected, " And no." Faith stared at him for a moment before radioing in what they had learned.
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"What can you tell me?" Bosco asked the detective as he watched the body being wheeled into the back of the coroner's van, ready to be taken to the morgue.
"I can't say too much right now." The detective told the two police officers. "But, I'd say that she was brutally stabbed with a large serrated blade. I'd even go as far as saying that she was stabbed close to 50 times. Whoever did this really wanted her dead."
"It was a crime of passion." Faith mused out loud.
"I'd say that's exactly what it was." The detective said, looking at her. "We'll find out more when we can ID the body."
"Good luck." Bosco said, recalling the brutally mutilated corpse.
"We'll be using dental records." The detective said, getting ready to leave.
"Bye." Faith said before turning around to face her partner.
"God, can you imagine how sick the son of a bitch must be who did this?" Bosco asked as they made their way to their RMP.
"Want to hear something even more disturbing?" Faith asked as they got into the car and closed the doors.
"What?" He asked as he turned around to face her.
"That sick son of a bitch is still out there. Think about it. He could be anywhere." Faith said. They stared at one another for several seconds before taking off, each deep in thought.