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JANUARY 11TH, 2020, CHICAGO IL
OMNISICENT
12:43PM
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"SUSPECT REPORTEDLY PRONOUNCED dead at three forty-seven A.M. Various gash wounds in the chest, looks to be done by a drill maybe? The stabbing by the tools look to be in raged yet his pants are unbuttoned, just like the last murders." Head forensic pathologist, Derrick Banks wrote on his clipboard, flashing a light over the faceless body of who used to be a younger man known in the city with the name Dontavius Dennis. They could identify the victim by the tattoos that graced his buff pale arms.
"He died earlier this morning, yeah? Then how come his body begin to rot already." Detective Bennett paced around the crime scene, getting more irritated by the second. This had been the sixth body this year. It was January 11th.
Not to mention the amount of people murdered the following year. They were all very similar, which led them to believe they had a serial killer on their hands. All the victims were men of the ages twenty to thirty, all very attractive men of the city.
Every murder, the fly of their pants was down, and they were now faceless characters. All of their bodies had been mutilated in some way. From throats being slit, fingers being sliced off, even one's whole heart was missing from its own body.
It was highly disturbing for most, this had to off been the biggest murder sprees from anybody such as Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer. Not many wanted to be apart of uncovering this case, but Bennett did.
"Saint, c'mon man. You know this, everybody we've come across, their face has been drenched in hydrochloric acid. Its like the killer branding itself. Jus with this one, the maggots got to em' before we could." He shook his head, looking at the horrendous deceased body.
"Umm, Detective Bennett, ... must we stay here?" A new Rookie officer tapped Saint's tensed shoulder, in which he turned around to face her. It was blankly obvious that she had grown uncomfortable in the duration of time they'd been there.
"Durk call the other medical examiners to pick up this body. His um, mother has to confirm it's him." He shoved his hands in his front pockets, sighing while looking around the crime scene. "Your all dismissed."
The rest of the officers begin walking away from the bloody scene with exception of Saint and Derrick who stood still. Their minds wondered, especially Saint's. The killer had left so many context clues, as if they were taunting the most efficient department in the entire state. Hardly anything got past them, except for this one.
