Life on the Murder Scene

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(Just to let you guys know, how I got this done is I'm stuck in bed and I'm extremely bored. So I said "fuck it I'll start the damn thing.")

I step into the shining, new glass building; scanning my key card at the front and walking in and Passing all the minor units and investigative units. I'm not part of anything like that. My unit has a lot more security than that. Who knew I'd be the one walking to it
I think, inwardly scoffing.

I go through all of the security measures, stepping in to the large office, knowing most of the eyes were watching me as I walked through the others to my office. Some new faces looked at me in awe or fear, others looked at me with disdain.

I hate that they stare, but I understand why.

I have no emotion.

I'm known as ruthless, A sociopath with no soul.

They think this is all fun for me.

The murder, the insanity.

But it's not true.

I hate the way they look at me, as if I wanted to be this way. You think wanted to lose my heart? I just couldn't help it, Ive never understood emotions and Ive always ignored them when they confused me. I can live without them, anyway. Makes my life a whole lot easier.

Well with everything except with my sister. She hates when I'm
Like this. It's probably the only thing she hates, honestly. I find it almost funny though, Like a humorless joke. She's never seen the full extent of my emptiness, because I truly do love my sister. I always at least give her smiles, no matter how small they are.

I just wish she'd try to understand my side. She always tells me I've become worse since we left our parents and worse once again when they died. She's not wrong. I did, but truly the reason was much different than she can remember. I only wish to protect her. That seems like my only reason in life.

I just wish she knew how much I love her instead of thinking I don't care.

I shake my head, as if I'm tossing the thoughts away from it. It's not the time to think about that, I have work to do.

"Oh, " I turn to see Agent Iero running up to me, holding a Manila folder in his tattooed hands. "New case. A string of murders all resembling each other." He was on the shorter side, and most wouldn't expect it, being that he's so child-like sometimes with the way he acts, but he was extremely intelligent. Everyone underestimated him for a very long time. He's now he's head of the forensics department in our sector.

"What's so special about a serial killer, Iero?" He chuckles at my cold voice, repelling any of my darker attitude from his easy going one.

"Icey as always I see. It seemed pretty standard at first, but then looking further in the case, they found it was actually a national threat. Right down your alley. I've already told the boss you're best for this case. He said 'I knew that already' and passed me the folders. And that's how we got here." I stare for a short moment, dumbfounded by the long, confusing story I was given. After rethinking what's been said I sigh.

"National threat? That's it? I eat that shit for breakfast."

"Yeah, but it's our kind of national threat. Listen, just read it. You won't be saying that's it once you study up." I sigh, carrying the file into my office and turning on the coffee maker. I quickly make a cup, sitting at the slick desk and opening the file. Regretting ever taking a sip. I almost spit out the drink.

Three major people, murdered in a 2 hour span, on my side of the government. The secret side the world will never know of as long as this task force stands. The ones who truly run this country, the ones of no parties and of no election. They dedicate their lives to this, baring no label, and disappearing once they've died. It's practically a mob, we all see the horrifying truth of the world that no one knows of. I've heard of and seen the worst of the worst criminals- the geniuses, the intense murderers. The ones no one else could handle.

The murders just climb higher and higher on the scale of importance by the dates on the page. How the hell was this able to happen. I stand and walk swiftly out of the office, straight to my Head Captains, the Manila folders tucked tightly under my arm.

I march straight in, him probably already expecting this to happen.  "How the hell did we let this happen?" I speak harshly, leaning over the desk.

"That's not even the half of it, Montgomery. The murderer seems to know quite a bit about what it is that's going on under the publics nose. I don't know how but I need you to be on top of this case. Burn it to the ground before it gets any worse than it already is. You will be working with Agent Way. He's rather new to this branch but he's been in high ranks before joining ours, and he's been doing jobs almost in you're rankings so far; I expect you two to get along rather well. Good luck." I nod softly, walking out the office with a heaving sigh.

A new agent? At my caliber? It would be much easier to just handle this case alone. I've never had the need for a partner before so why does he think it's a good idea to assign me one now? Is there more to this case than he's letting on?

How irritating. I don't like meeting others, they usually dislike me anyway so what's the point? I sigh, finally entering my office again and pulling out my evidence notebook, looking through the evidence and scribbling out resemblances and possible clues, like the bloody finger-tracing on an Edgar Allen Poe book.

Hm. Is it possible that this may be a clue left by the murderer?

I hop up quickly, swiftly walking to the forensics lab to see the book.

"Frank" I call out, looking around in the first room.

"One moment, Madame, let me just set this heart back into its rightful place." I cringe internally. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. He smiles as he pulls off his gloves, walking over. "What can I do for you?"

"I need the Edgar Allen Poe book found at the scene." He smirks in a shit eating way, like he knows something that's gonna piss me off.

"Ah, you're just a moment too late. Another agent on this case just left with it."

"Another agent? Who may tha-" no. fucking. way. He got that before me? Who the hell is this guy?

"Would you happen to know his office number?" He giggles, nodding and grabbing a pen and paper. His chicken scratch of penmanship covers the small piece of paper that he hands to me, my eyes squinting and reading the numbers. "Thank you. Now get back to whatever you were doing"

"No problem, Amber." I quickly turn glaring, his all knowing smirk pissing me off further.

"I think I've told you more than once to never call me by my first name." I turn from him, my slightly distressed emotion showing through. I despised my name. It was my mothers name, what a selfish woman she was.

"Yes, yes I know. I just really love your name, it's so nice. I wish you'd at least let me call you it every once in a while"

"Unless you'd like for me to beat your ass up, Don't call me Amber. I'm Agent Montgomery, that's it."

"Okay, okay. Good Luck with the case, Montgomery." I sigh but decide not to reply knowing it'll be an endless cycle of me reprimanding him. The paper clutched tightly in my left hand, I walk out the formaldehyde smelling room.

Time to meet my new "partner", I guess. 

{I'm going to be editing this a whole lot because something doesn't feel right about it but I hope you like it thus far}=
=update-her name is now Amber Montgomery, Not Amber Hudson.=