Law or Justice

Homecoming

Adjusting the badge Henry Golddig lowered under the tape, his eyes traveling over the bodies covering the grounds. "Officer Golddig, We have a lucky shot on our hands today." 

Officer Dewling, a great source for reliability, but a lazy one for action. Henry lifted his head to meet him, noticing specs of food littered inside Dewling's beard. "So i've heard, we find get any clues?" Handed the clipboard, he flipped through the pages of scratched up notes, almost as if this was done in a hurry. "Unfortunately no, but we haven't had a lot of action in this city for years. It's good for a change so we don't have our bloody desks smacked full of papers!" He spat onto the wet flooring, the rain had been coming nonstop for the past week, a perfect time to commit a crime. Handing back the clipboard Henry walked himself forward in slow strides, giving himself time to look over the located hints of the murders. 

There was a total of 3 bodies, all beaten severely to death with blood spilled enough to fill a jar or so. All women. There was no genetic connection between them so there was a belief of this being an extreme rape case, though they wouldn't call Chief in if it was that simple. Stopping onto one of the bodies he bent down, examining a paper clutched into the blond women's hands. He was unable to touch evidence without the permission around him, but the words were clear enough he could read from where he was. 

"Stop their hearts, BASH theiir heads in"

"Sounds joyful doesn't it?" The voice above him rumbled as rubbed shoes came into her vision. Henry stood, straightening his badge once more before speaking. Chief let out a breath of smoke, clogging his purified air for a moment. "This isn't a normal crime." The rain dripped onto their exchanged silence, observing as the water mixed in with the blood. "I had assumed, I would've thought this was a rape case if it wasn't for the note, it's not exactly new to us." That earned a deep sigh out of Chief, the stress had wrinkled his face lately with the past being brought up again. "We'll catch them this time."

"And that's how the most criminally insane gang of murder rapers came back to our loving peaceful city!" He bollared in laughter, slamming down his drink against the table in an eruption of drunk pals. With the new gang back in the city there were many who were encouraged enough to commit more crimes, to pretend to be gangsters for their belief that the Lucid Dreamers would come and save their rotten old souls. There was too much crime, with so little cops losing their motivation to run out and back all day, but the criminally insane can't stop them from celebrating their days off when given the chance. "Tell us about the droppie!" 

"Sorry Officer, no can do." Henry chuckled, sliding his glass over to the bartender. He watched the gold liquid trinkle into the glass, sliding deliciously back to him. Licking his lips he dipped the cup into his mouth, enjoying the bitter sweet taste easing his worries. "Come onn, we all know the Chief asked for you and only you for your theories...tell us about em." They hiccuped, they probably would beg on their knees for this case, but a secret case was not meant to be shared. "Sorry lads, there are more important topics to talk about." Suddenly they all murmured to each other, pointing with their long noses towards a group of women hanging out along the bar. "Say Henry, your wife left you long ago, why don't you find yourself a pretty little lady to wash your stuff again?" With a serious expression Henry made sure to keep his answer clear and simple. "I like being single." 

"BAHH. We all know that ain't true. We've seen you weeping over them whores when they tell you no." Laughter followed their words, pointing out how miserable he was when he was around women. It was true each time he had tried love again he had been rejected, but there was no lie in him enjoying being single. Women were too much for him, dramatic, whinny, and excessively clingy, or that was just the only experience he had with them. "Serious Hen, which one of those whores would you like to lap up?" A foul way of asking which one he likes, but that was the way his pals had talked. Twisting around to take a look at them he had counted 7 of them, they were all fairly pretty and different, some with brown hair, blond hair and a red head. The red head had too much makeup smeared over her face while the others laughed too much. Out of the whole bar, they were the most loud. "I'd say none." They were good looking, just not his type. "I like women who are on the quiet side, will listen when I speak and doesn't ask too many questions." His voice was loud, loud enough to attract the attention of a woman walking by the table. Taking another sip of his drink, he had a large amount of surprise when his drink had splashed into his face. Choking out in a cough, he lunged forward towards the women, pissed drunk. His vision was knocked back as a knee came into his face, pushing him back into his chair. With a fistfull of his alcohol ridden shirt the woman brought his face closer to hers, a ticked off expression the only thing he can see. "What the fu-"