A/N:  Hi!  Good gracious, I got some reviews!  Now I have a project of sorts.  This is good; I need something to do in my free time besides watch Blade for the thousandth time.  Not that I'm complaining, but hey.

Claimer:  Dr. Kira Devereaux, Rook, and anyone you've never heard of are mine.  MINE, I TELL YOU!
Disclaimer:  Anyone you recognize does not belong to me.  Phooey.

Yes, I did like Silence of the Lambs.  Dr. Lecter is the best villain I've ever seen.  Sadly, he's not mine either.  But his second cousin twice removed is!  Ha!  Loopholes are fun.

Oh yes- if you hadn't guessed, this story is based on the Bad+ ending.  ^_^

Ta,
Rumer

Autopsy Report: Chapter Two

Ah, dawn.  The best time of day.  Nothing's about.  Maybe a few timid woodland creatures, but not much else.  I was the exception; a rather annoyed but energized young forensic pathologist.  Lets look at this - bunny rabbit, chipmunk, forensic pathologist.  Which of the three does not belong on this list?  You get three guesses, and the first two don't count.

If it could be believed, I was up earlier than even the bunny rabbits.  Why?  I was sleeping just as soundly as could be until my phone rang at 4:30 AM.  Needless to say, I'm not a morning person.  It's unnatural to be able to just get up and go.  In any case, after a few mumbled 'hello, what do you wants', I woke up enough to figure out what the person at the other end of the line was trying to tell me.

"There was another body found."

"…'scuse me?"

"Male this time, older.  If you thought the last corpse was bad, wait until you see this one."

"Could this wait?"

"If you could get here in an hour at the latest, it would be great.  Believe me, it's worth it."

Uh huh.  Like I was gonna jump up and down over a dead body.

"Okay, I'll be there.  Who is this?"

"Um…this is Dr. Elwood Lecter.  Your assistant for the day."

"Okay…I'll meet you in an hour.  Be at the lab.  Ta."

So there I was, driving down the road in my 2002 Audi, coffee in hand, on my way to another lovely little wake-up call.  As far as I was concerned, anything worse than Lisa didn't need to be found.  But that's just me.  And I'd bet money that whatever the new body was came from Silent Hill.  If someone were taking bets, I'd walk away a rich woman.  Sadly, most people in town don't gamble.  That's what I get for moving to the middle of nowhere.

I pulled in front of the clinic a few minutes later and got out of my Audi.  Dirt was dusted along the sides, discoloring the perfect opalescent pearl of the paint.  Making a mental note to never take the scenic route to work ever again, I walked to the building, taking my own sweet time.  Whatever was in there could wait.  What was the body gonna do, decompose before I got there?  Maybe.  But since I'm not a troublemaker by choice (most of the time), I quickened my pace and moved fluidly through the revolving front door.  After checking in for the morning at the front desk and getting my coffee mug refilled, I headed for the lab.

The first thing I noticed about halfway there was the smell.  Lisa smelled bad; this smelled absolutely putrescent.  Like cooked meat.  Dear Lord, I hoped this wasn't a burn case.  I passed three other empty autopsy offices before I got to mine.  Lucky number four.  And lucky me, my work for the day was on the slab.

It was a male, probably mid thirties.  Rather large, but one could tell that was how he was naturally built.  Remnants of a high-class Armani suit were still stuck to the flesh.  I'm sorry, let me rephrase that – Remnants of an Armani were melted to the flesh.  Goody, it WAS a burn case.  This would be the reason I'm a vegetarian.

A man in a white lab coat was bent over the body, no doubt at work already.  I tapped on the glass and he stood up.  Seeing me at the window, he motioned that I could come in.  I did. 

"Morning, Dr. Devereaux," he said in an overly chipper voice.  He made no effort to offer his gloved hand – smart man.  He knew that people don't like blood or any other body fluid on their nice clean hands.

"I presume you are Dr. Lecter, am I correct?"  I snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and a mask.

"Right.  Well, what do you think of our friend here?"  He gestured to the crispy corpse.  I pulled a lab coat from a hanger and threw it on.

"Well, it's a burn victim, I'll tell you that much."  I took a probe and began examining what Dr. Lecter had already done.  He'd done the main incisions – apparently he hadn't thought to wait for me.  I didn't mind; he could have it.

"Not only that."  He took another probe and went to the man's left arm.  He rotated it inward, just enough for me to be able to see bone poking out from the flesh.

"Broken humerus…open fracture.  That's strange."  I looked at the right arm.  It was covered with purple mottling; it was either sprained, badly bruised, or broken.  I couldn't tell through the char.

"That's not all." Dr. Lecter moved some Armani scraps away from the throat and uncovered a purplish swelling on the collarbone.  "The clavicle's broken, too.  But the worst- "  Dr. Lecter pulled at the main incision down the chest.  A sick crack filled the room.

"Okay, so two ribs are cracked.  What does this mean, beside that this man was broken on the wheel before burned?"  I was getting irritated.  Some people throw up during autopsies like this; I get pissed off.  It's natural.

"Look at the positions of the breaks.  Doesn't it look like this man was restrained?"  He had a point.  It looked like someone was holding him so hard he just broke.  Somehow I couldn't think of anyone with that strength, except maybe a really buffed body builder.  I didn't know any.

"So someone-or something was holding him.  Left arm across the chest, right making an angle and putting pressure on the collarbone.  If it was a person, not chains or whatever, they must have had major upper body strength.  In any case, he was restrained.  Which leads us to conclude that this was- "

"Wrongful death.  You got it."  Dr. Lecter looked grave.

"Do you have the body's papers?"

Dr. Lecter moved to a file cabinet and took a plastic-bound sheaf of laminated paper from the top.  He handed it to me.

"Thanks.  Okay," I said, shuffling through the file, "Here we go.  Dr. Michael Kaufmann.  Director of the Alchemilla Hospital.  Silent Hill.  Why am I not surprised."  Dr. Lecter gave me a warning glare.  I returned it.  "Says here he was found in the hospital examination room.  Now here's something new," I said softly, "He was found in the same place Lisa was found, except a day later."

"Lisa?"  Dr. Lecter looked up.  "Lisa Garland?  The nurse you looked at yesterday?"

I nodded.  "The same.  Do me a favor – get a blood sample and compare it to Lisa's.  I want to know if there's any similarities.  Get some of the suit off him, too.  See if there's anything there.  Let me know the second the analyses are done."

"Yes, Doctor."  Dr. Lecter took a syringe from the cabinet and did what I told him to.  He put the piece of Armani in a glass jar and put both samples in his coat pocket.  "Are you gonna be here all day?" he asked.

"Most likely.  I have to get the report done for the coroner.  I need your notes, too.  The sooner you get those reports in to me, the sooner you can leave."

He nodded his assent.  "First priority.  Expect my report in an hour.  I'll tell the lab guys to step on it and forward their report directly to you."

"Good.  Ta, Dr. Lecter."  I waved him out of the room.  When he had gone, I retrieved a white sheet from the stainless steel cabinet full of sheets and covered the doctor's dead body.  That done, I cleaned the instruments and sent the coats down to wash.  Then, locking the door behind me, I headed for my office.

***

My report was half written when someone knocked at my door.

"Come."  A young man, early twenties, entered the room and handed me a package.  "Hello, Rook!  Good to see you.  New work, I see."

Rook nodded.  "Yes ma'am.  I'm not made for your job."

"I'm sorry to hear that.  Sorry I can't chat - I have work to do.  Take care, Rookie."  I waved him off.  He closed the door with a click behind him.  Rook, a lab rat and go-fer.  Oddly enough, it fit.

I opened the brown paper of the package and laid a sheaf of paper in front of me.  The report.  I skimmed the majority of the report until I reached the final, raw analyses.  Normal RBC, WBC, Platelet count; Slight antibody deficiency; traces of drug in immune system. Uh oh.

I looked at the drug analysis.  White Claudia again.  Okay, looks like the rumors were true about the drug dealings in Silent Hill.

Then I looked at the analysis for the scrap of suit.  I stared at the paper in disbelief.

Apparently, the bit of cloth was soaked with Lisa Garland's blood.

I scribbled the last of my report down and signed it.  Then I took out a request for leave.

I wanted to visit Silent Hill.

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