Power of the 8 Elements

Chapter Fourteen:

A.N: This chapter contains body description. Reader discretion is advised.

Lucifer POV

We got the rest of the school week while the police searched the entire school, every door, room, closet, and ceiling tile. Every nook and cranny for the murderer. Little did they know, that there was already another group of people working on the murders specifically a dark one, two light ones, a virus, a demigod.

"I knew it!" Cheryl said, "I knew it all along."

"It's not that big a deal," Celeste said.

"It is that big a deal," Phoenix said, "You're going to be parents."

"It's really not that important," Thrax said.

I agreed, I didn't want to dwell on our stupid mistake for too long.

"Back o the murders, we need to find a pattern," Thrax said.

"A pattern?" Celeste aked.

"A pattern! You can easily find a pattern or a similarity between the murders that can help you find out who done it based on how a person was killed, the style of murder, and the state of the body. For example, my style of murders is usually nothing remaining except a few droplets of blood."

"How does that help?" I asked.

"We have a pattern," Phoenix said.

We were all walking outside on a foggy, rainy April morning. Thrax was wearing that wide brimmed hat to hide his face, but I supposed with a grin as wide as his, he was in a way very noticeable especially with the coat. Phoenix had her delicate wings tucked behind her coat to keep them from getting wet.

"The pattern is that all of the people who were savagely killed were teenagers. And their lips and half of their limbs were chopped off."

"But what about Jacob?" Lucifer asked. "He was shot."

"That's what got me thinking," Thrax said, standing in front of us. "I got a gift last night. A body in a straitjacket hanging onto doorstep by the nose with a bullet through the chest, forehead, and left leg."

"Uh..." Celeste said.

"There's more...this isn't the style of murder that our macabre killer uses. Which means we have two killers on our hands."

"And they're working together?" Cheryl asked.

"Not working together, but simultaneously. You see what I mean? And I have an idea on a suspect. I'll lead you to them, but not to close because they're supposed to be a secret organization, but they suck at it so much that it's hilarious!"

"How do you know about it then?" Celeste asked.

"Because I was a part of it. Now..." We heard a splash sound. Everyone looked at Celeste.

"Why are you lookin' at me?!" She asked.

Thrax looked down and we all gasped when we saw a pool of blood.

"Is that a shopping bag?" Phoenix asked.

We noticed it, too. A plastic looking object sitting by the sewers. It had something inside of it. Something large. Cheryl picked it up.

"It's kind of heavy."

She opened the bag and squealed, dropping it suddenly. Thrax picked it up with his tendrils and cut away at the plastic bag with the pincers. In his hand he held a mutilated head with half of the skin peeled away.

"Ljúfa móðir jökla, vertu með mér" Phoenix said.

"MOTHERFFFFFFORKER!" I said, unable to curse at such a sight.

Celeste was frozen.

"Hvað í fjandanum er þetta?!" Phoenix screamed. Everyone looked at her in shock and confusion. "I mean, what the heck is that?"

"Nora Willis' head," I said.

"Oh, my gosh," Cheryl said.

"What do we do with it?" Cel said.

"Eat it?" Thrax suggested.

"You're disgusting and a monster," I said.

"Keep it," Phoenix said, "You never know when it'll come in hand."

"Alright," he said. "Now back to the organization."

We continued walking up the hill to the supposedly "secret" foundation.

"Here we are!" Thrax said, "The SCP Foundation!"

"It's ******* huge," I said, grinning.

"It's awesome," Celeste said.

"What's in it?" Cheryl asked.

"Anomalies," Thrax said, "Of all sorts. Safe, Euclid, Keter. Safe being easy to contain, harmless. Euclid being somewhat difficult, likely to start widespread panic. Keter, badass, monsters, some of them getting on my fricking nerves and wanting to wish death upon all living creatures."

What's your position in this foundation?" Phoenix asked.

"I'm an...SCP - 6536."

"What?"

"Apollyon," Thrax said.

"What's that mean?" Celeste said.

"Means I'm unable to be caught and contained by the Foundation...PERIOD! And I'm likely to cause the end of the world! It's a position that I feel very proud of. It's a shame all of those anomalies that are still trapped in here."

"What if we broke them out for you?"

"Ha! Break them out?! Are you serious?"

Celeste nodded. "We could steal some files while we're at it. If you broke out, you should know your way in and out."

"He'll kill me if I go back," Thrax muttered.

"Who?"

"Nothing...don't talk to me..."

All of us looked at each other.

"The point us...trying to break into the Foundation is practical suicide. You'd have better chances of survival if you asked me to kill you."

"Let us help....please."

"Fine! When your school week starts, I have a plan."

"In the meantime, what do we do with the head?" Cheryl asked.

"I'll keep it," Thrax said.