"Goddamn it!!!! Pops, get your lazy ass in here pronto!" screamed Captain Louis Stregnovic. "Yes Sir?!?!" Pops questionally answers as he comes running into the untidy office of the Captain. Crinkled up paper and ripped and torn folders lay scattered all over the floor. His desk is full of piles of paper. The pictures of his family are laying face down on top of old serial killer books. One of Jefffory Dahmer, and one of John Wanyne Gacey. The phone is ringing non stop for hours now. Its a crazy day at the police station.
"Pops, take a look at this shit!" with that Louis throws a bunch of pictures down on top of the cluttered mess that he calls a desk. Pops picks up the pictures and examines each one as if reading a short story with every glance. The first group are of the doctor. The doctor lies face down in a puddle of blood and brain fluids. There is a huge hole in his skull which exposes his brain and released his soul. The next bunch are of the punk. They show the horror that had occurred in the alley. The pictures show his broken arm and how it was rammed through his stomach and into the wall. The frozen look of horror still on his pale and motionless face. The next and final group of photos show the diner victims and the biker. These pictures show the nauseating way in which these innocents died. Each picture speaks louder than any words could.
"Horrible, isn't it Pops?" the Captain says after noticing the face of disgust on Pops. "Thats the fun you missed yestarday. Instead of dancin' the hula or whatever you did in Hawaii, you could of been here helping us pick up the parts of these mangled courpses!"
"Who could do such a thing??" Pops mutters.
"Some fucking sicko. We got statements from these two drunken bums that witnessed the "punk" killing. They said the killer was all ripped up and bloddy even before the murder took place. They said that this pshyco stuck the "punk" with his own arm, then lifted him in the air, with one hand, over his head and watched him die. Then stuck him to the wall. The druken assholes, figures the key witnesses to this fucked up case are a couple of drunks. How could a guy hold up around 160 pounds of dead weight in the air with one hand???" states Louis.
"Well there..." Pops tries to mutter before being cut short by Louis.
"Get this shit, a couple of people who saw the biker die saw this screw ball toss this fat fuck higher than the lampposts...cant fucking happen. Unless hes goddamn Superman."
"Got me..." squeaks Pops.
The last of the blood pours from the freshly split skull of Tony. Little Timmy pulls the axe from the base of Tony's skull. "Thats three of em, got to tell the Dr. to stop fucking with these guys. Hes gonna really piss one of these things off after they find out he fucked with there DNA or whatever hes doin'! I mean look at this son of a bitch. Five arms, hes stronger than fuck, and did you see how fast this goddamn thing was, shit!!!"
He looks to John, who is busy wiping the blood from off his switchblade with the shirt of the man that he has just carved up.
"Yeah tell me bout it, look at this mother fucke, or whats left of him anyways..." John cracks a wicked smile and closes his switchblade. "Damn guy had too many eyes, why did Doc. give this fuck 5 eyes. It wasnt really important that he had three extra eyes so I carved em out. Yo, what did he say he wanted us to do wit em?"
"He said dump em in the Incinerator at the plant" answered Timmy.
"Alright then, lets get this shit on..." with that they load the carcasses into a garbage bag, toss them into the back of the gray minivan, and drive to the plant.
Never ending fire. Pain beyond pain. Senses fail, body numbs, all is black, and then peace comes....This saying repeats in His memory like a catchy song. He roams the streets searching for answers to a question that is too unreal. Who is He? Why is He so merciless? Why is he healing faster than any normal human would? Why do His dreams seem to rip reality apart? He knows not where to look, but he finds a certain comfort in knowing that that woman, whoever she is, sparked a memory. And with that tainted memory he walks on...