Snake Eyes

And Is That Spice?

McClellan rushed to my desk and said the three words that keep me up at night, that ruin families, that make wonderful, happy lives turn to gloomy, dreadful ones.

Those three words

"It's happened again."

The officer's eyes were filled with sorrow and empathy. It's her first week in homicide and she's already seen three murders, three horrible, disgusting, gory murders that make me dread my job.

"I'm on my way." I told her, I couldn't let her see the weak side of me, she looks up to me. I'm the closest thing she has to a family after all. 

     I drove to the scene imagining what it was going to be this time. On Monday, it was a dead woman found at a campsite with her bottom half cut off. She was a wife and mother of four children and was discovered to be Mary White, she had an S stitched on her arm. On Wednesday, a man named Andrew Gwinnett was found at an abandoned building. His feet were cut off and his stomach was hallowed out, there was also an S stitched on his arm. He was also a husband and was a father of two little girls. Although those seem to be as bad as it could get, the bodies yesterday were the absolute worst. I've never really been affected too badly by a case. But this one chilled me to the core, It made me wonder what kind of human being could do this to another.

I showed up at the scene ready for something bad, but nothing this bad. I arrived at a really nice house, one of the ones that you can't help but feel jealous towards. The area was taped off and there was a huge crowd of people surrounding it. That included the annoying reporters yelling questions even though I haven't seen the crime scene yet.

"Detective Anderson is it true that this 3rd murder makes it official that a serial killer is at work?"

"Detective Anderson do you have any leads on this case?"

"Hey slacker, have you found anything at all?"

Now that last one caught my attention. I whipped my head around to see my little blonde sister, ever since we were kids she was always annoying. She always asked the stupidest questions, which I guess is why she's perfect for her job. I smirked and ignored her. I walked into the house completely forgetting how bad these past murders have been. Right when I step inside I am smacked in the face with the smell of blood and rotten flesh. And is that, spice?

Officer McClellan comes to me from the kitchen covering her nose with her shirt, shaking her head. And just walks out. I chuckle, thinking it was just that she was a newbie at seeing dead bodies. I walk to the kitchen while putting on my rubber gloves and once I lay my eyes on the body, I regret even coming to work today.

The body was chopped up, and it was everywhere. There were maybe six feet piled up on a plate, later discovered as Andrew Gwinnett, Mary White, and the new victim, Natalie Phillips. Natalie Phillips' hands were found in a salad bowl. And her head, her head was on a platter with perfect makeup, flawless hair, and a strange facial expression, she was smiling. Full on, toothy, happy grin. But the back of her head had a giant hole in it. And that wasn't even the worst part. There was a beautiful dining room to the left of the kitchen with a beautiful chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Unfortunately, it was dripping with blood, as well as the side two walls. And the table was covered in the body limbs, all fancied up.

All six seats had a plate, bowl, and cup in front of them. The plate had some of the liver and the stomach neatly placed out on the plate, the bowl had the intestines. That was what made me feel light headed and fall on my butt. People rushed to my sides to see if I was okay. My face immediately turned bright red as I scrambled to my feet, wiping my bottom off. I brought my hands to my face and saw that they were completely covered in crimson blood. More blood rushed to my face, ironic.

I shake it off and walk towards the plates to get a better look. The cups are filled with, of course, this guy's favorite, blood. Then I notice something. The very last seat facing us is set up a little differently. I walked over to the end and called forensics over.

There was a giant goblet decorated with diamonds, a plate, and bowl also decorated with gems. But besides the fact that it was decorated differently, there was nothing left on it. There was blood and partially eaten liver but no stomach was found on this one. The bowl was half eaten. And no blood was in the large goblet. I immediately realized and suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

         There was not only a serial killer on the loose but a cannibal.