The Case of The Cobalt Killer

Chapter 5

Strange, I'd never been challenged by a killer before. This calling card is basically saying "Hey, let's see who's the best."

If this is what the killer is saying, then I gladly accept.

But how can I let him know that I accepted his challenge. Good luck trying to tell him in person. I could always start my own string of murders. No, that would be stupid. Especially if I stick with the original pattern.

But, what if I kill someone and make it look like The Cobalt Killer committed the crime. Yeah, that would work. He would definitely notice something like that.

Also since he doesn't have specific targets that we know of, it easier for me, I don't have to kill someone innocent. My only problem is doing this without anyone knowing, It'll be easy keeping this from the department, however I can't say the same about Fable.

"What are you.. yelling about" Said the hungover Fable.

Bingo.

"Oh.. uh.. I just .. uh... think the crime scene is really....uh... neat" I said.

"You call this bloody mess neat?"

"Yeah... you know the mind of a killer is....crazy." I say partially laughing.

"Just do your job." Fable said while grabbing his head in pain.

I know how I can get Fable off my back.

Get him drunk again.

I know, it's considered terrible. But I don't give a damn. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I think.

I observed another piece of art that had been lavishly constructed by our unknown Monet. I looked closer at the bodies once again astonished by how precise the dissection was. It was as if Jack the Ripper had come back and called upon me as the Old Boss. But the more I thought of that spectacular case, the more I realized.

"Whoever did this has had medical experience." I said looking at the three mutilated corpses.

The bodies were different from the last scene. There was a cut on one of the victims that went from his stomach to below his jaw. Another had a stab wound that looked like it started from his nose through his head, I turn the head - which was detached and rolling like a basket ball - I saw an almost imperceptible hole out of the back of the victim's skull. The blade had to have be as least 4 inches long. The last was the most brutal, I could see multiple stab wounds in what was left of the body. The corpse looked as if a pack of wolves had mauled the victim. His innards  (If it was a he) were ripped to pieces. It kind of looked like Chop suey. And yet even after looking like a brutal rampage, every cut on the victims were precise. Even the leaky cauldron had precise cuts. Also the one thing that stayed the same between the two cases was the missing finger formed into a pyramid and three gems of cobalt mounted on top.

"That's a bold claim Farahmand." Said Ironsides with the sound of a non-believer.

I explained to him what I meant but it didn't seem like he followed along.

"So, what does this mean?" He asked.

"Hard to say, especially what kind of killer he is."

I said this only to throw him off, sure he'll eventually figure it out. But it's his fault for not taking what I say like a grain of salt. This is the work of an organized psychopath. Proof being that even after what looked like a brutal massacre, he was still organized to focus of his incisions and painting the machete afterwards. No disorganized serial killer can do that.

I turned the victim with the large slash down his body over. I looked at his face. It was a teenager. Probably no older than fifteen. His eyes were open, looking off still drowned in fear. I closed his eyes. Just because I myself am a psychopath doesn't mean I won't show respect.

"This no doubt was a random killing." I said standing back up.

"Just like the last one." Said Fable coming back.

"With no specific pattern we have no idea how to warn the public, especially who he might be targeting." I said looking back up at the calling card that was made special for me.

"Dammit."

At first I thought he was talking about the case, but then I saw him almost collapse. He was able to stabilize himself before he fell on top of one of the dead victims. He brushed his combed hair back and continued to clutch his head. He then quickly ran behind one of the few supports that were still standing in this ramshackle building.

He was cursing as much as he was vomiting.

"Ah shit." Muttered Ironsides.

He then looked at me, his stare wasn't cold. But it was awkward enough to feel like I was being groped.

"Chamber, take him home. I can't having contaminating the crime scene." He said with a surprisingly sincere voice. Probably just because it had something to do with Fable.

He acted like a supporting father to Fable, and I hate it. It might just be me relating it to my past and my father. But I just can't fucking stand when people do that.

"Yeah, sure. But do you need anything else from..."

"Just Go!" His sincerity when back to his hatred of me.

"Ay yi Captain."

That was a good one in my opinion, but I guess that means I don't have to liquor Fable up. Good for me, I don't want to waste another bottle of whiskey on him.

I went towards him and helped drag him away from the crime scene. I grabbed the fob for his car and pressed the unlock button a couple times. I heard nothing, I tried it again.

"What the hell?"

Then it hit me, I ran from the station.

I tried to contain myself but it slipped.

"FUCK!" I howled.

I tried waving a taxi to come pick us up. One actually was about to stop, but when the drive realized it was me he speed off.

"You better appreciate what I'm doing you jackass, cause I'm not doing it again." I muttered.

I picked him up and started to run again, this time to his apartment. Which was six miles away.