THE CRIME SCENE
“I had to stop her” the man cried as he shivered in the
rain. The flashing red and blue lights
shone bleakly on his face. He looked up
to Officer Stevens. “You try, you
know? You try hard to do your best by
them. To make them understand the way
the world is and to help them fit in with it.
You try!”
The man began to bawl.
Officer Stevens scowled. This was
not the night he was hoping for. He
gestured to his partner to look after the man and started to walk into the
hotel room. He stopped as he entered
and swallowed hard to hold back the rising bile. Inside the room, piles of rotting food,
trash, fetid clothing, and two dead bodies greeted him. The scents washed over him filling him with a
sense of dread and disgust.
The officer walked towards the body closest to the door,
stepping gingerly over a maggot encrusted pile of what seemed to be the remains
of pizza. The body lay strewn over the
bed. It was a man, no more than 25 years
old. He was wearing dirty blue jeans and
Doc Martin boots. His worn out t-shirt
had a blood encrusted slit through the middle of a Megadeath logo. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling
through his dirty blond hair.
Officer Stevens took a picture of the body with his phone
and then turned to the other body, presumably the girl the old man was speaking
about outside. He stumbled over a pile
of towels that had crusty white residue on them. Choking back a fresh wave of bile, he made
it to the far wall of the room. The
young gal couldn’t have been more than 20.
Judging by the dark circles under
her eyes, she was not in the best of health when her life ended. She was wearing nothing but panties and a
bra. Her dark brown hair was disheveled
and matted. A tiny round hole on her
forehead sat in stark contrast to the gruesome splatter of blood and brain
material that clung precariously to the wall behind her.
“Everyone has a story”, Officer Stevens thought to
himself. “I'm not sure I really want to
know this one.”
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