Ruined

Chapter 1 Rose Bush

I have never seen someone so handsome before. For a while I did not mind the job I have at hand, instead I stared at the unmoving body infront of me. He was flawless and beautiful. My gaze lingered from his peaceful face down to his body. A small smile formed itself on my lips. He does not look real, my mind was refusing to believe his existence. He is not a person surely, he must be a statue magnificently crafted by some genius artists. I gently touched his hand, he was cold and hard just like a statue. I wished he was one. Not this lifeless body lying on my work table.

Sighing I took his file out of the pile of papers. His name was John Smith. I frowned at that. It doesn't sound right. I stared at his face again.

"John.." Nope. Definitely wrong. His name should have been more glorious than the simple and humble John. Something like Zues or Xavier. I shooked my head, why I am being nosy about this man's name? What do I even care? And I bet if he was still alive he would not care about me either.

I sighed. It was just a complete waste. Him dying. He was only twenty four years old according to his file. So young to be on top of my table for me to examine. Whoever shot him in the head and chest surely didn't want him alive.

"Don't worry handsome, we'll find your killer.. Er.. Well not us but the police I mean." I laughed nervously. Damn, I can't even talk to a dead person without sounding awkward.

For the next couple of hours I worked on him. Examining his injuries and finding what really caused his death. He was already dead when his head was shot. I think they did that to make sure he's dead. Poor guy.

After a while something I discovered shocked me. A lone tear rolled down my left cheek.

"Ms. Kennedy."

I shrieked and my scalpel flew out of my hand when I jumped.

Lieutenant Taylor was standing by the door of my laboratory. His hands were in the air, his eyes were apologetic but his lips were fighting a smile. I bet he thinks I'm such a looser now. Great.

"I'm sorry, I knocked but you were just staring at him, do you know him?" He asked walking inside and standing on the opposite side of the table.

I shook my head and pointed at the gloves for him to wear. I don't know what he is trying to imply by his question.

"So what have you discovered?" He asked eagerly. I always thought Lieutenant Taylor was a curious fellow. Whenever there's a new body is the laboratory he always finds a way to interview me about the findings.

"Nothing too gory Lieutenant, he was shot in the chest first, the bullet missed his heart though. He died because of blood loss. The killer then shot him in the head but he was already dead." I explained, touching John's cheek as if I could comfort him.

"Nothing similar to a serial killer's signature? We're still looking out for that Cannibal dude."

He was talking about the guy who killed people and ate their liver. I examined six bodies in the past eight months already, all of them brutally murdered and missing their liver, according to Lieutenant Taylor the livers of the victims were often found scattered in the crime scene, like someone feasted on them. And it was proven when they found the fifth victim's liver half eaten in the crime scene. I examined it and found that indeed the killer was eating the livers, I found teeth marks on it. But we haven't found any dental record and DNA matches yet. New York is in the state of paranoia because of it, people are more afraid to go out at night because of the serial killer, nobody wanted to be his next dinner. And the NYPD is working their asses of to put the damn cannibal off the streets.

I shivered at the thought of that devil. "Nope. His liver is still intact. Nothing linking him to gangs either. I did find something else.."

"Really? What is it?" He frowned, maybe he doesn't want this to be more complicated than it already is and add to the already full plate of the NYPD.