Mess

The Story

*Yodel* is actually a sensor for swearing. (Figured the rest was mature enough) They're not actually saying, "Yodel."

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The bodies were mauled, and blood soaked the ground all around Zach. Detective work never got done without getting messy, after all.
He crouched down, and put his finger in the pool of blood, which was still warm. The bodies didn't smell, at least not yet. This happened recently.
It was just an average, warm, sunny day. You wouldn't expect anything to happen on such a peaceful and fine day. Especially not dead bodies in an abandoned building, the ancient ceiling dripping with blood. The encasing cement walls looked almost menacing with bloodied hand prints covering them, nails scratching for a way out of this *Yodel*.
He stood, and gave a demeaning look at the cops around him, and shook his head. This sick *Yodel* was going to pay for this. Ten people dead, with signs of rape on three of them.
"What have you got, Sylar?" Zach asked the rookie detective he was in charge of.
Sylar shook his head, "My first case and its a serial killer, not to mention the rape. This is sick." Sylar shook, and after an exchanged worried glance, Sylar quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He vomited, luckily outside of the crime scene.
Zach gave a disappointed look, and knew he wasn't going to be a detective for long.

•~•~•

"We did it," The dark hooded figure whispered excitedly. He spoke to another figure, who blended in with the darkness like a glove on a hand.
It was night, and the alleyway they were in smelled of rotting flesh. The stars shone as a source of hope, and yet the surrounding darkness seemed to wrap around them like a blanket.
"Yes," the darkness spoke, almost bored. "Just another day's work."
The hooded man giggled crazily,"Do you think they'll catch us?"
The darkness, if you could see it, smiled. "Of course not. You have me." It almost sighed, with loads of narcissism drenched into its words."I am only found when I want to be. Plus," she said, turning towards its partner in crime. "Who ever heard of a mere human catching a spawn of the devil? No such thing has ever, and will never happen."
She suddenly grabbed the hooded man by his throat. "Now, you listen. And you listen closely." She pinned him against the wall, seemingly with no problem. "You will speak of me to no one, not even your creepy little friends, got it? Or I just might pay a visit," she spat.
The man shook violently. "Yes! Yes, of course!"
The darkness nodded, and let him down. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath.
"We gonna be doing this again?"
She grinned, her mood changing so quickly it was almost hard to keep up. "I don't see why not."

•~•~•

The only lead they had on the killer was that it was not revenge, seeing as the people murdered had nothing to do with another. There weren't any fingerprints, the cameras were destroyed, and the footage they had held no evidence. In other words, this case was practically impossible. All witnesses killed, and with blood tests, there was no other appearance of any other person there.
Zach was furious. Angry at the *Yodel* *Yodel* and pissed at his partner. Sylar was of no use. In fact, Zach thought, he should just kick him off the team right now. But he wouldn't. People saw him as this merciless and mean detective, while inside he was a true, and honest man. Well, if you could catch him on a good day.
Suddenly, his radio caught his attention, his thoughts pushed away.
"We've got some more bodies, in the Leeds area. Five and counting dead, unidentified at the moment. One with signs of rape, and-"
Zach turned his attention to his charge. Sylar just looked at him with large eyes.
"Don't tell me we're-"
"Oh yes we are."
And so the car turned, making a sharp right onto the road to Leeds.

•~•~•

"Is that really necessary?" The hooded man asked.
"Shut up, Jaydin," the darkness replied. "We both know I have bloodlust. It's all part of my being."
Jaydin rolled his eyes. "Sure it is, Sabre-"
He was cut off by more dreadful screaming of her victim. He winced, glad it wasn't him. She sure took her time with the killing process.
"You might want to look away," she suggested. Her victim, frightened out of her wits, began to scream again, but was silenced with the killing blow. Jaydin regretted his decision to look.
He thought what he did was bad, but ever since he met Sabrena, life seemed too fleeting. All he could do was feel grateful for being on her side.
Rape, you might say, if horrible. But what about torture in a whole different way? What about ripping your body into shreds, and slowing having another consume your very heart, your soul? To hear the consumption of your very being... Was not something people had on their bucket list.
When Sabrena finished her meal, she turned to Jayin quickly. "The cops. They're here. Let's go."
She took him by the hand, and they disappeared as the first one came through the door.

•~•~•

Zach couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the scene. Two mass murders in one day? Let alone in the last three hours?!
"Sylar, this killer... Is unlike any I've seen before. Keep in mind that this is probably the worst case you will ever have, alright?" Zach looked him in the eye.
"Yes, sir," Sylar replied dryly.
Suddenly, they heard a startled scream from a couple of feet away. It sounded like Zach's old friend, Sergio.
A strangled, "Run!" Was barely heard, but Zach heard it. He took out his bazooka, and aimed it at from where Sergio was heard. Sylar grabbed his arm holding the weapon, and yanked, but Zach was stronger. He quickly launched it, and before another word was spoken, hot breath was upon his neck, breathing on him.
"So glad to meet you, Detective." A voice spoke behind him. The explosion of the bazooka was heard, though distantly. He carefully made sure not to make any sudden moves as to provoke the *Yodel* and looked over at Sylar. But he was tackled into the ground by a hooded man. He heard his groans, and cringed.
The voice behind him spoke again, "You should've stayed behind, doing whatever you people do... Eating donuts and drinking coffee? Well, it's time to say goodbye," and darkness enveloped him. Suddenly he felt like he was being sucked into a black hole, his flesh tearing away from him. The pain was so much, too much, and he felt like dying would be a better experience. His very being was being consumed dry from his body, and he could not manage a scream. He flailed, kicked, did all he could, but the force was seemingly invincible, all knowing. He could practically feel his soul being teared away, and he suddenly felt a motionless feeling, and for a second, felt free from his body, happy. But then he was sucked into the very monster he sought to destroy.
The last thing he saw was darkness, and he died.