The Cracked Portrait

○The Crime Scene○

That was the fourth body that showed up this week.

Blood pooled from their wounds, and an endless amount of knife marks littered them. It was ruthless the way these people were treated before they died. Blood even pooled out of their mouth, their eyes staring upward, now looking at the sky, but before being found, looking at the person who murdered them. Their features show the horrifying face that they made before their ultimate death.

Corvin looked at the body with a blank-looking expression, inside though he was battling himself and his thoughts. It was like him to keep a stoic facade on his features, he didn't need people freaking out because he was freaking out. And for all honesty he wasn't freaking out, he was just taking an analytic approach to this. He was thinking of every possibility of how it was done, who could have done this, and why. Why was the big question? Why would someone want to participate in such gruesome murders, and why were they done in such different ways?

At first, Corvin thought they were all different murders, thought maybe people in the town were going crazy or maybe some strange cult was taking place, but after a while, he started to think differently, it was the same person he was sure. The first murder was completed by strangulation with a wire, the second was one knife puncture to the heart, and the third was drowning. And now this one, 25 stabs throughout the body. The person was probably mad and then went out of control, at least that was Corvin's theory. He would even say that the victim hurt them and that was what the murderer was upset about.

Corvin heard fast shuffling from behind him and took a turn to look behind him. Alastor's hazel eyes peered up at him, and both of them stared at each other from between the yellow tape that lined the crime scene. Dark brown eyes and gold mixed with brown met as they stared at each other. Corvin raised his eyebrow, questioning the man that now stood in front of him. Alastor ducked under the tape to stand next to Corvin. Corvin just glanced at the dark, sturdy man beside him.

Alastor was attractive, he could give him that. He had a muscular sturdy build and dirty blonde hair that was cut in a clean way. He looked clean, neat, and rich. And Corvin absolutely, almost, somewhat hated him. They weren't exactly enemies but they weren't exactly friends or acquaintances either. He found him annoying but he was smart, and that was exactly why we called him to this case.

Corvin actually wasn't too bad himself in looks. He didn't have a clean look like Alastor had, but he was attractive. He had a chiseled jawline with dark brown eyes. His messy, dark brown hair fell in his face slightly and curled right before meeting his eyes, hitting his long, brown eyelashes. He was wearing a brown and black button-down vest with a white collared shirt underneath rolled up to his forearms. He was wearing black trousers and black shoes that had slight dust and scuff marks on them.

Alastor looked at the body that had yet been covered with a sheet. It was night so no one cared about covering the body, they only did that so people wouldn't see the body but the only people here were the horrified authorities.

"What do we have here?" Alastor's British accent entwined through his words.

"Female, around the late 20s, caucasian, stabbed 25 times," Corvin's gruff voice sounded irritated, but yet again it always did.

Alastor widened his eyes slightly, "25? That's quite a lot."

Corvin scruffed, "What? Never experienced a real case like this?" Corvin raised his eyebrows and smirked.

Alastor glared at him and rolled his eyes, "No I'm just surprised, the case file you sent said that the other murders weren't this gruesome. And you're sure that they are all done by the same person?"

Corvin furrowed his brows, "Yes, I'm sure, all the same person. There is not enough evidence suggesting other people, plus, the stabs were done with the same knife as the second and fourth victim."

Alastor grimly nodded his head, "Well Corvin it looks like you have a serial killer on your hands. Actually, we do."

Corvin sighed and ran a hand through his messy dark locks, "Yes. Yes, I guess we do."