Unattainable (one shots)

Paint in blood

As a veteran detective not much alarms me anymore, I've seen murders of the most gruesome. Children killed in cold blood, and just about anything you can think of. My colleagues think I fear nothing and that maybe I don't have a heart, and maybe they're right. But nothing in my 20 years of work had prepared me for the killer case that shook the nation. It all started with the usual call of someone had been killed, nothing unusual since that part of town was known to be rough. But when I arrived on scene I knew something was horribly wrong, all the techs and backup were standing outside not a single one within 15 feet of the house. "I need the medical examiner to come with me!" I yelled expecting one of the techs to step forward, "sir with all do respect, none of us are stepping foot in there again." A young officer said taking a few more steps away from the house. I rolled my eyes a him and entered the house alone, at first everything looked normal. I could hear faint music playing and followed the sound to a back bedroom.

There sitting up in a bed was what looked like it could have been a young man. His eyes were gouged out and sitting in one of his hands, his empty sockets were sewn shut with crossed stitching so they looked like big X's. His throat and wrists were slit and written in blood above him were the words 'One for sorrow' in his other hand there was a small black feather who's quill had been dipped in the blood to write the message. The music continued to softly play giving a haunting feeling to the room. I left the house and began to give orders to have the body removed from the site, a few refused but I threatened to have them fired if they couldn't grow a pair and fetch the body out. After making a report I headed back to the office to start looking into the victims past, the second I entered my office I got another call. A second similar murder had just taken place, once again I hit the road and was off to the scene. The second scene was more disturbing than the first.

Two small children were found murdered in a local park, one boy and one girl both found side by side. Their faces had been cut so they had extended bloody smiles, their eyes were still in socket but their lids had been sewn open for an eternal stair. Besides the facial mutilations there was no other sign as to how they were killed, on the ground next to the girl was a colouring page from a child's colouring book. The picture was of a boy and a girl holding hands and smiling happily, written in in what was most likely blood from the children's mouths was the sentence 'two for mirth' I had seen kids murdered before, usually they were killed by gunshot or stab and on occasion strangled. I wrapped things up with the team on site and headed back to the office, I had to try and make sense of the cases. After some digging around I learned my first victim's name was Adam Blenchfeild, he was 20 and had just lost both his parents who were killed in a car accident. Other than those facts he was just a normal person who had a blue collar job and was attending college at the same time.

My second set of victims were Remmy and Fiona Sweetwater, they were siblings who had reportedly been last seen headed to their friend's house earlier that day. When the children never showed the friend's mother called Mrs.Sweetwater concerned, the siblings were known to pull this kind of stunt from time to time so she thought nothing much of it. "Great I get to be the condoler of a traumatized mother" I muttered leaning back in my fairly uncomfortable desk chair. Who would want to kill three victims in such a short amount of time? The locations at which the victims were found were decently spaced across town, and given there were two children there had to have been more than perp. An adult can nab one child no problem, but two was more tricky since one sibling was likely to run off for help rather than stick around... I needed more information, the forensics team hadn't yet sent me the reports from the scene. Mr.Blenchfield suffered the loss of his parents, but he has no connection to the kids whatsoever. The Sweetwater children were both having a joyous time running about without supervision. But once again, they still had no connections to my older victim which baffled me.

They weren't related by any means, and their social standings were on opposite sides. They had no looks in common, and their ages were drastically different. The only similarity was the writing in blood and the gruesome injuries, I felt bad for the children with their lives ahead of them. Even Mr.Blanchfield with his parental loss had a life ahead for himself. "Puzzling indeed" I whispered closing my eyes. Just as my mind began to drift around searching for connections the phone began to ring.