nightray
The Nighte is my home
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(OOC: Fayos Has clamed the other role.
I growl as the call comes in yet another murder the same M.O. throat slashed and the blood drained non at the crime seen. I slam my fist down on the dashboard of my car as I put the bubal light on the dash. I pull out in to traffic swerving in and out of the cars. I lesson to the report as I make my way to the crime seen. Apparently it’s another drug dealer the only bright spot of the murders so far is that they’ve all been drug dealers, pimps, repasts, or murders the worst of the worst and the once that the courts can’t seem to touch for wont reason or another. It looks like the work of a sicoe vigilantly.
It all started a mouth ago the first was a pimp, Fonda in a back ally stuffed behind a dumpster his throat was viciously slashed open but there was no sign of blood so who ever did it killed him some where ells and drained him dry before dumping him. The last person to see him alive was one if his girls he had just beat the shit out of for not pulling in as much money that night as he thought she should. Sins then it’s been two or three a week always terming up in a back ally every throat ripped open and never any sine of blood. Never any witnesses no finger prints no trace of hair or any clues at all of who did it whether it was man or woman, but every one is assuming it’s a guy sins some of this dead guy’s are seriously muscled and would put up a fight, But that’s what I’ve noticed is the strangest thing. There’s no sign of a struggle no burses no nothing it’s like they stud there and let the person do this to them. I’d say they were drugged but only a few of them shoed any traces of drugs the rest where clean at the time of the murder. That makes me wonder if it is a guy it can’t be some one they all new sins few of them have any connection to the others. To me it’s looking more and more like a girl doing it as odd as it sounds as unlikely.
I pull up to the ally three patrol cars are already their there lights going. Two cops are at the entrance of the ally playing at crowed control. I take a deep breath and step out of the car my six foot frame stretching as I shake off the effects of another late night. I grimes as I shut the door and walk tordes the cops pushing threw the ushawel vermin trying to get pictures of the body for the paper. “Who ever is doing this there getting plenty of publicity that’s fore fucking sheer.” I growl softly as I move to the mouth of the ally stepping under the yellow tape.
“So Erik what ya got.” I call to the cop that’s farther down the ally already taking pictchirs.
He looks up a frown on his lips. “Nothing new just like the rest.” He says as I come up beside him looking down at the pathetic retch lying in a puddle of some once piss next to the dumpster. Trash cans are arranged to hide his body from the mouth of the ally just like the rest. Who ever is doing this doesn’t want just any one to find the body maybe concerned of innocent eyes?
I shake my head slowly. “Is the piss resent or was he dumped in it?” I ask in a low voice recalling my nose at the smell.
“Resent as far as I can tell.” Erik says as he snaps another shot of the seen. “I even know who this one is we’ve bucked him servile times on pushing and we were working on a case agenst him for several murders relating drugs.” He grunts a soft laugh. “Looks like are job has been don once agene.”
I smirk at that. “Sheer there all badys but it’s still murder. Hell this state doesn’t even support capital punishment to dam expensive.” I shake my head as I walk around the seen stooping too look at the stuff lying around hoping to get some kind of brake.
I look up as I see the guys with the black bag com past the tape ready to do there work as soon as we finish. I look back at Erik as he stands back looking every thing over one last time before waving them in to take the body away. I watch as they put the body in the bag I get a better look at the throat just as the others savagely cut from ear to ear. I frown as the zipper slides up coving the face. I lean agonist a wall rubbing my temples as I shut my eyes. Sins this shit started I haven’t got a descent nights sleep strange dreams of a dark lady haunting my darkest thoughts.
I look up and around as I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stirring as if some one is watching me. My eyes narrow as I look in to the darker parts of the ally then up tords the roofs. I shake my head trying to shake the feeling but it persists then as fast as it started its gong. I shiver as I look back at Erik shrugging my shoulders as he gives me a questioning look.
“Not enough sleep… It’s just catching up to me.” I muddier to my self as I walk past him jabbing his arm with my fist. “It’s past my bed time I’ll see yaw tomorrow night.” I say softly my eyes getting a distant look as I think about the case trying to find something anything that I may have over looked.
I growl at the reporters the flashes of there cameras getting on my nerves the sound of there voices grating at ears. I fight the impulse to smash the camorras in to the reporters faces knowing it would get me nothing but a law suit and a long lectecher from the chef. I content my self with glaring at them with y tired blood shot eyes. I satisfied smile coming to my lips as a few of the wassails back off looking away fear in there eyes. The smile fades though as the rest serge forward there quesgens never seasing repeating and annoying.
“Is it true anther attack from the vampire killer?”
‘Was he anther criminal? Is this a vigilante?”
I brush them all off not saying a word anger at who ever keeps telling the reporter what is happening. They seem to show up at the same time as the cops do. Just like valchers hovering over some one else’s messforgen all in the name of freedom of speech and the people have a right to know. I shoulder my way threw them not answering there quesgens relived that I don’t have to handle the press my self I can just ignore them and move on. I get in to my car and take off heading for home and a nice long shower and some much needed sleep…
I growl as the call comes in yet another murder the same M.O. throat slashed and the blood drained non at the crime seen. I slam my fist down on the dashboard of my car as I put the bubal light on the dash. I pull out in to traffic swerving in and out of the cars. I lesson to the report as I make my way to the crime seen. Apparently it’s another drug dealer the only bright spot of the murders so far is that they’ve all been drug dealers, pimps, repasts, or murders the worst of the worst and the once that the courts can’t seem to touch for wont reason or another. It looks like the work of a sicoe vigilantly.
It all started a mouth ago the first was a pimp, Fonda in a back ally stuffed behind a dumpster his throat was viciously slashed open but there was no sign of blood so who ever did it killed him some where ells and drained him dry before dumping him. The last person to see him alive was one if his girls he had just beat the shit out of for not pulling in as much money that night as he thought she should. Sins then it’s been two or three a week always terming up in a back ally every throat ripped open and never any sine of blood. Never any witnesses no finger prints no trace of hair or any clues at all of who did it whether it was man or woman, but every one is assuming it’s a guy sins some of this dead guy’s are seriously muscled and would put up a fight, But that’s what I’ve noticed is the strangest thing. There’s no sign of a struggle no burses no nothing it’s like they stud there and let the person do this to them. I’d say they were drugged but only a few of them shoed any traces of drugs the rest where clean at the time of the murder. That makes me wonder if it is a guy it can’t be some one they all new sins few of them have any connection to the others. To me it’s looking more and more like a girl doing it as odd as it sounds as unlikely.
I pull up to the ally three patrol cars are already their there lights going. Two cops are at the entrance of the ally playing at crowed control. I take a deep breath and step out of the car my six foot frame stretching as I shake off the effects of another late night. I grimes as I shut the door and walk tordes the cops pushing threw the ushawel vermin trying to get pictures of the body for the paper. “Who ever is doing this there getting plenty of publicity that’s fore fucking sheer.” I growl softly as I move to the mouth of the ally stepping under the yellow tape.
“So Erik what ya got.” I call to the cop that’s farther down the ally already taking pictchirs.
He looks up a frown on his lips. “Nothing new just like the rest.” He says as I come up beside him looking down at the pathetic retch lying in a puddle of some once piss next to the dumpster. Trash cans are arranged to hide his body from the mouth of the ally just like the rest. Who ever is doing this doesn’t want just any one to find the body maybe concerned of innocent eyes?
I shake my head slowly. “Is the piss resent or was he dumped in it?” I ask in a low voice recalling my nose at the smell.
“Resent as far as I can tell.” Erik says as he snaps another shot of the seen. “I even know who this one is we’ve bucked him servile times on pushing and we were working on a case agenst him for several murders relating drugs.” He grunts a soft laugh. “Looks like are job has been don once agene.”
I smirk at that. “Sheer there all badys but it’s still murder. Hell this state doesn’t even support capital punishment to dam expensive.” I shake my head as I walk around the seen stooping too look at the stuff lying around hoping to get some kind of brake.
I look up as I see the guys with the black bag com past the tape ready to do there work as soon as we finish. I look back at Erik as he stands back looking every thing over one last time before waving them in to take the body away. I watch as they put the body in the bag I get a better look at the throat just as the others savagely cut from ear to ear. I frown as the zipper slides up coving the face. I lean agonist a wall rubbing my temples as I shut my eyes. Sins this shit started I haven’t got a descent nights sleep strange dreams of a dark lady haunting my darkest thoughts.
I look up and around as I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stirring as if some one is watching me. My eyes narrow as I look in to the darker parts of the ally then up tords the roofs. I shake my head trying to shake the feeling but it persists then as fast as it started its gong. I shiver as I look back at Erik shrugging my shoulders as he gives me a questioning look.
“Not enough sleep… It’s just catching up to me.” I muddier to my self as I walk past him jabbing his arm with my fist. “It’s past my bed time I’ll see yaw tomorrow night.” I say softly my eyes getting a distant look as I think about the case trying to find something anything that I may have over looked.
I growl at the reporters the flashes of there cameras getting on my nerves the sound of there voices grating at ears. I fight the impulse to smash the camorras in to the reporters faces knowing it would get me nothing but a law suit and a long lectecher from the chef. I content my self with glaring at them with y tired blood shot eyes. I satisfied smile coming to my lips as a few of the wassails back off looking away fear in there eyes. The smile fades though as the rest serge forward there quesgens never seasing repeating and annoying.
“Is it true anther attack from the vampire killer?”
‘Was he anther criminal? Is this a vigilante?”
I brush them all off not saying a word anger at who ever keeps telling the reporter what is happening. They seem to show up at the same time as the cops do. Just like valchers hovering over some one else’s messforgen all in the name of freedom of speech and the people have a right to know. I shoulder my way threw them not answering there quesgens relived that I don’t have to handle the press my self I can just ignore them and move on. I get in to my car and take off heading for home and a nice long shower and some much needed sleep…
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