"MIKEAL!" she screamed, waking up out of her nightmare sleep. Kathryn could feel the beads of sweat on her face as she sat up. Her mismatched eyes gazed around her dark lit room; once she realized where she was she could only lay back in relief as she caught her breath. She stared at her ceiling as she ran her hands over her face, "Bakai." She cursed in one of her native tongues as she slammed her hands down on the blanket at her sides.
The young female closed her eyes but soon opened them as the sound of her cell phone ringing came to her ear. An annoyed sound came from her as she reached to the nightstand. Her eyes read the caller ID on the phone and then answered, "Kryse. I'm on my way."
She hung up the phone and threw it down on the foot of her bed. She swung her legs over on the edge and then pushed herself up as she went to grab her work clothes. A black dress suit and a white button up dress shirt to wear underneath, even as early in the morning as it was she always felt it was right to look her best. On her way out of the house she made sure grabbed her badge, it hung around her neck along with her dog tags. She even made sure to pay her coffee pot a visit as she poured some of the black liquid into her thermos.
It wasn't hard to tell where the crime scene was, after all when you only see flashing blue and white lights it was pretty obvious. Kathryn gave her neck a good crack as she took a step outside of her car. She should move closer to town this way these late night trips that have been going on a little more simple. She kept her sunglasses on, the sun would rise soon and her mismatched eyes wouldn't' enjoy the sun very much.
Kathryn moved passed the police cars and yellow tapped area. As she took a sip of her black coffee she could only stare down at the body that was in front of her. It was female, her body tattered and torn, mauled as if she were eaten by some sort of animal. She chuckled as she watched the female standing next to her do her best to keep her composure but lost it as she went behind the cop cars to vomit.
Her attention then drew to a glint that she noticed underneath a dumpster not too far from where she was standing. Kathryn pulled out one of her pens from her pocket, kneeling down and sliding the gun out. A colt .45, engraved it had several tribal designs engraved along the barrel, expertly crafted and still loaded. It was such a beautiful weapon; the owner of it must have been upset that it had lost it.
Kathryn was well aware of what had attacked the female and mauled it like an animal. A ripper, nasty dead dog like creature, savage and was mindless so it had to be controlled by someone. The only problem with this scene was she knew the person who was attacked, worked with her for quite some time on a personal level. This wouldn't' be a weapon she would carry around and whoever was missing this would defiantly be back around sometime soon to find it.
Kathryn was quick to pull out a bag and place the pistol in it and shove it into the inside pocket on her jacket. She walked up to a police officer that had a cup holder full of random cups of coffee and grabbed one. He just looked at her and grunted as she pushed past him her attention on one thing, the girl who fell sick earlier. She found her standing over against a wall, staring down at the ground. Kathryn smiled as she walked up to her, "Hi…" her thick German accent creeping out of her mouth. The female knocked herself out of her stupor and looked up to the rather tall woman.
"Hi…" the timid female stated back looking to the woman curiously.
Kathryn held out the cup of coffee to her, and the blonde headed woman gratefully accepted the cup and took a sip of it. Kathryn only watched her carefully, "First time at a crime scene like that?"
"Yea…You?" she asked back.
Kathryn could only let out a soft sigh as the flashback of images flood her memory. "I wish I could say that…" she took in another sip of her coffee and then looked towards the body, the head she was able to see on the ground between the cars.