Stories of all kinds

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Seems like I didn't have to wait long for the storm.

There, in the middle of the lake, floating around.

A body

Dead or alive now that's the question, and am I too lazy to go in and bring them to land.

Ugh fine I'll go fetch them. I drop my fag to the ground and squish it. Then I take my jacket off and shoes, leaving me in a t-shirt, joggings and socks. I walk into the water, attracting attention. Once the water is deep enough for me to swim, I get as quick as possible to the corpse. I flip them around seeing it's a female body, dead. I swim back with the body and lay it on the dry now wet grass. People comes towards the scene.

"Can someone call the police and get an ambulance, there might still be hope for this soul!" I yell. A bunch of people get their phones out, calling 112.

"Step aside! I'm a doctor, step aside please!" Says some man, pushing through the now much larger crowd, approximately twenty people, I mean it's early.

"I saw her in the lake as I was observing the view, I then realised she was head in the water so I ran and swam to get her." I explain, bending the truth.

"Thank you for getting her out, yet she has no pulse, they might be no hope left for this poor soul." Expresses the doctor, with no emotion what so ever. His blue eyes express nothing, he probably has seen this happen many times.

"And thank you for at least trying, doctor." I reply hopefully he doesn't feel like a bag of crap for not arriving in time to save her.

"I'm Professor Skane." I introduce myself, hoping to get his name. He looks up to me, smiles and answers.

"Doctor Laran Lihon" He replies, I only just notice his strong Irish accent. He's most definitely around his thirties. "May I ask your first name?"

"Sheeia, Professor Sheeia Doni Skane." I comply.

"You seem young for a Professor" He teases.

"And you for a Doctor." I tease back, giggling.

We can hear the sirens getting closer and closer, this was a homicide, definitely. There's signs of struggle around her neck, but the drowning did not kill her, her murderer tied her down, placed their hand on her mouth and pinched her nose till her life was ended. Smart killer, but not smart enough. You can read the terror on her face, she knew it was her end, she also knew her killer.

This is a curious case but I should let the law deal with it, unless the Prime Minister tells me otherwise. I'll stay around, listen to see if the forensics and officers figure out at least what I have so far, if not, I'll probably work the case too.

"You also seem like you know your way around a body, like doctors. From the way you examine her body." He begins. His eyes become a brighter blue, with day more clear, we seem them better. "If I may," No you may not. "Do you have a PhD? Or parents working in medicine?" He asks, I'll just answer this question, then the cops will arrive and we'll part.

"I have many Doctoral Degrees concerning health and medicine, I was taught from a young age. My mother had quite a few herself and she wanted her children to be even better, I was the most successful in her tests so she decided to teach me everything she knew, and more. But there's a few degrees that I don't have as a certificate just by knowledge because it takes too long for my taste to earn a Doctorate." I explain, only talking about by knowledge in health and medicine, when you have OCD and level one of Autism, it's not hard learning all of it. But when you also have the ability to manipulate, even yourself, life's just easy.

"Very impressive, if you claim do have so many, which domain interests you the most?" He continues. Well I don't know nor do I care. Well- um, truth be told I've always loved examining dead bodies, such as what happened in their last moment and their insides. I guess I'll say that. The sirens are close, we can see the police cars and the rest parking.