It was a calm, calm afternoon. The horrific night terrors had ended. Sighing with relief, I headed towards my favorite place, the deck. I basked in the burning Arizona sun, melting with extravagant happiness. Oh, the life of the desert, what marvel! What grace the hawks posses, grazing above the clouds for their next meal, the trees manipulating the water supply, the lizards basking as I was. I started to walk, and rounded the corner, when I felt myself slowly backing into something. I whipped around, and was face-to-face with a mutated dead body, a man. His mouth was curved into a spiral of horrific angles, his legs and arms twisted, as if he was dough to a pretzel maker. His spine was broken, shattered harshly into a million pieces. But the most terrifying of all his remains were his cold, hard eyes, dilated pupils and wild expression, turned up to death.
I could not think for a mere moment, stunned with the horror that had impended on my perfect day. I soon gained my balance, of mind mostly, and inspected the random body on my porch. He was burned first, scalding charcoal skin like no burn victim had sufficed to before. After the almost fatal burning, there was a struggle, as told by the newly imprinted bruises and marks surrounding his tiny neck. I was, to be franked, so shocked by this sudden corpse, I was only reacting with dignity, and strife. Soon, I noticed a peculiarity. The twisting of the corpse, had a certain familiarity. The twisting was that of dark magic, shadows. It...it couldn’t be. The only man who could possibly possess the power to twist a body to that degree, and have it stay in place...was impossible. It was a stupid theory, and I would regret later not taking my own word into consideration. The only explanation I could fathom was one of great embarrassment to my mind. Being part of the force for so long should have lead me to an obvious solution, such as the amount of jealous ex-wives I have met in my neighborhood. For all I knew, this man had upset one of them so horribly, they thought it necessary to rid him from our planet. But, as I pondered the brutal murder of the man, I thought only one thing. From my terrible nightmare, a death had occurred just like this one. Although it seems obvious in my mind, I feel I would have a hard time convincing my leaders this man’s death was all part of the grand scheme by no other than the Necromancer himself, Baron the Grim.
