The bloody sheep

by Littleswiss

Yang was always used to attract attention. But she sure was not prepared for that. The biggest monster can be in sheep's clothing, both literally and figuratevely. Warning contain dark theme. First time writing that kind of story.

3. Chapter 3

Hello everyone and welcome to the third chapter of The bloody sheep! 5 followers and 3 favorite! Sweeeeeeet.

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"For the last time, I'm not the murderer!" Shouted Yang while she banged her fist against the metallic table where she was situated. The chains of the cuffs she was wearing banged against each other, filling the poor lighten and little room with noise. In front of her, sitting on a metallic chair, was an officer of the VAPD. And judging from his general demeanor, he wasn't impressed. Sighing, he got up, took a file that was on the desk, opened it and took out photographs, showing the back of them to Yang. He shifted through them, shaking his head in disgust. In a sudden movement, the policeman banged his fist against the table, making the huntress-in-training jumped. "We found their blood on you!" He suddenly yelled before gripping her by the hair and shoved one of the pictures of the mutilated and bloody corpse of that night into her face. Yang froze. Her iris grew. Her hearing became more and more distant, the voice of the cop was only a slight buzzing sound for her. She had the impression, no, she was sure that the dead eyes of the photo were fixing her with an accusatory gaze. She could now smell blood, as strong as it was the other night, in the nightmare. She could taste a little of bile on her tongue.

"… and so now you are going to tell me everything right now-" he was going to continue his little rant before seeing her with a far away look on her face that was coupled with the considerable pale complexion of her visage. "Oi, you listening to me?" He asked her, still maintaining her by her mane of blonde hair. "...I-I don't feel..good." after those blubbering words escaped her trembling mouth, her whole demeanor completely changed. Her breath started to become hectic and ragged, her body shook uncomfortably while she tried to take breath, similar to an asthma attack. The cop didn't had the time to do anything when the door was suddenly opened by his colleague that was observing the interrogation from the one-way window.

"What are you doing you idiot?! She's in the middle of a panic attack!" Shouted his female colleague while she prayed away his grasp on her hair and tried to calm Yang down by putting her in the recovery position. She briefly looked at him by turning her head from the trembling form of their suspect. "What are you still standing there? Go search for water and the psychologist!" She shouted at him. He did as he was said and got out of the room in a fast walk. Now that he was gone for the moment, she turned again on the more pressing matter of the trembling mess that was Miss Xia long. "Shh. It's okay. Just listen to me. Look at me." Those words were accompanied by the little gentle slap on the cheek and the round motion on the back. The female police officer in time the motion of Yang's throat and put her head on the side, letting her emptying the content of her stomach on the side while still shaking uncontrollably. The policewoman tried to sooth her and calm her, but apparently it didn't really do anything as she could hear the blond murmuring "s-so much blood…. So much blood...".

At this instant, the door opened and let her colleague with some water and the psychologist of the station. The male cop gave his counterpart the water and let the psychologist do his work. "Could you help her sit and gave her a little of water to drink?" He asked them and they did. When Yang was put in a more comfortable sitting position, she was presented with a glass of fresh water that she drank without paying attention while her vision field was filled with the visage of the psychologist. "Miss Xia Long, focus on me, listen to my voice." While Yang was still in complete panic, she heard a voice calling her and little by little she got out of her panic daze and finally was in control again of her body. She blinked a little before reclaiming in a still weak voice some water. Once her thirst was satisfied, she was put with gentleness on one of the chair. The two cops were asked to leave the room, leaving Yang and the psychologist alone. Once they were outside of the room, the woman hit her colleague on the back of the head. "Jack! You damn idiot! She's clearly in trauma right now and you just shoved the photos of the victims in her face!" She shouted at him, clearly angry. She didn't even left him time to reply that she gave another slap, this time of the cheek, leaving a red mark. "Ouch! Stop it Marie!" Their little bickering continue for not even a minute when Jack's scroll ringed. Making sign for silence, he answered.

"Hello?" There was some static on the line but a voice distinct enough to be heard. "Jack, you can release the suspect for the case of the club. And bring your ass, the medical examiner's and 10 guys at Parbeck street, number 24 now." The line was cut off without letting time for him to say anything. He looked at Marie with a questioning look. She answered with a shrug.

Yang was still listening to the psychologist, calming her breath down and taking her bearings when the door of the little room opened and the two cops from before entered again. "Miss, you're free to leave. Doc, is she okay?" Said the woman, waiting for an answer. Hearing this, Yang had a little trouble believing it. She had been stuck in this room for at least half a day damn it! And she was just release like that?! "She's still a little trembling, but she's better than before. Miss, do you want to contact someone to pick you up?" Asked the psychologist. "Of course I want to call someone! But I think you should call the academy." She answered with a still weak voice. Just after she was released from her bounds, a card with some information was presented to her. She took it and looked briefly at it. On it was written Doctor Baldvin, doctor in psychology for traumatic experience. And there was also his number on it. "Give me a call. You know, to help with that." She thanked him and put it in one of her pocket.

Now she was waiting for her "ride" to arrive. She was in one of the waiting room, reading a random magazine when she heard someone approaching the room. Entering it was no other that Professor Goodwitch in all of her severe glory, even if now it was a more neutral look that leaned a little on the worried side. "Miss Xia Long. If you would follow me."

After that their ancient suspect was released, officer Jack and officer Marie, with the ten other officers and the medical examiner, drove towards the site that their colleague told to go. No words were spoken on the way. The only sounds were the small talk of their colleagues in the van and the random horns that were honking in their way. They drove through their part of town until they arrived into the outskirt of the city and into the industrial part, the one which had been deserted for a while. To the left and to the right were a mix of hangars, old factories and other facilities. Finally, after 15 minutes, they arrived at the coordinates. In front of them was on of those old but spacious hangar. All of the occupants of the vans got out. Marie was in front of the group of officers. Exiting the main door, was one of the blue blood. He didn't look up to see them that he had a hand against the wall and vomiting. After him was their superior, Tell, head officer of the VAPD. Seeing Marie and Jack, he went immediately in business. "Here you are. Arright I hope that you haven't eaten yet because what's inside is not pretty." He then address the ten others. "I want this place sealed off now. Those damn journalist will soon arrive." The last part was muttered under his breath, with clear disgust on his face. He made sign to the two to follow him.

They passed by the new recruit, who was still trying to empty his stomach, even after he threw up. In front of the entrance, they could already smell a strong odor of iron and it got worse when the group of three entered. At first, they didn't really see anything, as their eyes weren't immediately used to the darkness. But it got better, well sort off, as they quickly regained their ability to see a macabre sight. On the floor were a number of corpses in different state of dismemberment. Some had all of their limbs twisted in unnatural angle, other had simply their neck broken or had some of their bones exposed. However, this was not even half of the corpses. The rest all had diverse stabbing wounds or slashing ones. In the middle of the ceiling was a big hole, letting the light of the sun to lighten a little the space. And in the middle of the circle of light that was projected on the floor, was an umbrella, a delicate one, made of what Jack assumed was pink silk. But that wasn't what it was made of that caught Marie's attention. It was the fact that the umbrella in itself was just like a sheath. Beside the umbrella was the handle, double as a blade, laying beside it. The blade was broken in half and had some blood on it. "Hey chief, you think that the culprit of this is the same of the club?" Putting gloves on her hands, Marie approached the blade and started to inspect it. "I don't know. Let the science team discover the truth. However personally I think that the two cases are linked. But this time there was someone who put up a fight against whoever caused the deaths back at the club." The chief answered. Jack sniffed, before adding his two lien.

"Well I hope we catch that bastard soon, because last time it caused a little panic with the press."

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A ball was thrown against a wall, making a bonk, it came back into the hand that threw it and was immediately thrown back. Bonk. This movement of the ball was in a repetitive circle. Thrown, bonk, came back. Thrown, bonk, came back. Thrown, bonk, came ba…

"Stop it Mercury!" This sudden shout brake the concentration of the named Mercury and resulted in the contact of his forehead with the rubber round object which in turn was the cause of a low growl of pain. "Ouch. Damn it Emerald." And of course, this was going to result in one of their banter like always but it didn't, when a stern voice, breathing of authority, confidence and beauty interrupted them.

"You two, quiet." The smooth voice belonged to a woman who was the perfect picture of any woman in power, that knew she had and that wasn't afraid to use it. Her eyes, like a blaze, fixed them, not with anger, but just mild annoyance. With a silent motion of the hand, she brought their attention to the television on the wall. It was the news of the night. Without saying anything, her two pawns sat on one of the chair present in the lobby, letting Cinder having the couch for herself.

"Today, a new macabre massacre happened in one of the decommissioned hangar in the ex-industrial quarter of Vale-city. More detailed with our correspondent, Maxime." The camera now showed a man with a microphone in front of a hangar were a lot of police activities was seen and just behind the line. "This morning, the police was called by an anonymous source, stating 'There is something going on in the hangar of Parbeck street. Come quick.' What greeted the police force was a macabre sight. Around twenty bodies, all in diverse forms of dismemberment. The police is still trying to embark all of the bodies at the moment for further investigation. This of course, echoed the case of the back alley of the club 'The Club' a few days ago. Some speculate that it is the same person responsible for this that the other case. As in right now, not a lot is known. More will be known in the future." The camera showed back the visage of the anchorwoman. "Thank you Maxime. Now politics with..." The rest of the sentence and of the news was ignored by Cinder. She had something new and not so foreign, albeit rare, on her mind: Worry. She rolled her lips a little and quickly, a very brief look of stress crossed her features. It was so quick that no one, apart from her lackeys, saw it. And that surprised them. The so called cool and assured of herself Cinder Fall, always smooth and classy, was worried? That was unheard of. Of course they knew better than anyone to not talk about it and kept watching the news, as if nothing happened.

As soon as the news ended and let place for the advertisement, the boss of the little group left, telling them that she was going back the their dorm, demanding to not disturb her for at least 40 minutes. Of course they both didn't say anything against and went back to watching the commercials. As soon as she left, Emerald asked Mercury about what they saw just a few minutes ago. "Did you see that?" She pointed behind her with he thumb. With a sigh, her answered her. "Yes I saw that. But honestly? I don't care. I know this is surprising but it's not our damn business, she would have told us if she judge it was necessary. I'm not even going to try and found out what's going on, you know damn right what would happened if we became a little to nosy."The silver haired teen got up from the chair he was sitting on and left the lobby, telling his partner that he was going out. And now, Emerald was alone in the room. Well, at least she had now the couch for herself.

Meanwhile, the infiltrated boss was in the dorm she and her 'team' had been assigned to, more precisely inside the bathroom. After making sure that she had locked the door wanting not to be disturbed. She had a lot to think about. She took off slowly her clothes. First was the jacket of the uniform she had 'borrowed'. It fell down on before being quickly followed by her skirt and shirt. The only pieces of clothing that were left her bra and pants. Her hands glided to them, taking them off. Both slid down of her skin and fell, joining the pile of clothes. Sighing, she rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the sudden tension that installed itself not even 10 minutes ago, when she heard about that case on the news.

Entering the space where the shower was, her hand turned the hot water on. From the shower head, steaming hot water burst out, falling on her naked form. She brought her hand to her hair, rubbing them while the water started to make her skin red, burning her little by little. She didn't flinch, didn't say anything, not a sound escaped her clenched lips. Her eyes kept shut as her naked body was enduring this burning pain. She would endured it, as always. Pain was good, pain made her felt alive. It has been there since the beginning, always there to remind her that she was still alive, in this world where mankind was hunted down, was the prey, confined behind walls. She stayed there, appreciating the pain for more than 15 minutes. Her hand was lifted, ending the stream of that blissful sensation. A sigh of content escaped her now a little charred lips. Opening the doors of the shower, a mist of steam escaped it, covering any reflective surfaces with a mantle of mist. Arriving at the mirror, Cinder put her hand on each side of the sink, hissed as her aura kicked in, making the several burn marks on her body disappear little by little. Her eyes were shut closed as the process took place. When the last red spot disappear completely from her naked skin, she opened her eyes, facing the steam covered mirror. She took her mild-hidden reflection. Long stray of wet black hair covered her modesty, but her reflections was still covered in mist, making it hard to see her whole form. The only features clearly visible were her two yellow eyes. They were like the pit of a fire. Fiery but warm. However even if they had a certain calm about it. But as every fire, you needed to be careful, if not it will burn you.

A drop of water slid down from a stray of damp hair, sliding between her two shoulder blades, passing slowly on her spine before it passed just fifteen centimeters before her it arrived at her bottom, on a tattoo. A tattoo, in red and black ink, of a mask representing a mouse.

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See you next chapter,

Littleswiss.