A/N: This was originally a fanfiction I simply changed the names and reuploaded it here. This was originally a one-shot so I already understand that the pacing is off, however I hope everything else, aside from the pacing, is A-OK! Please don't hesitate to comment or vote, it'd be much appreciated.
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Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, ma'am excuse me." James pushes his way through the clustering of bodies surrounding the taped off crime scene.
Flashing his badge at the officers guarding the perimeter he lifts the striking yellow 'DO NOT CROSS' tape and steps upon the morbid scene. A body, or what is the faint shape of a body lies in the shape of an X; arms stretching towards the edges of the grimy building and legs dangling just over the curb, feet meeting the black asphalt. The man's face is missing, quite literally his skin and the majority of his flesh ripped away, leaving a bloodied skull with bits of flesh clinging to bone. Brown eyes are left in the sockets, and teeth are on display in a terrifying grin. His throat is clean, no blood marring the white skin; his torso however is spread eagle. The ribs are pulled apart, his guts and organs sloshed together with flesh and blood to make a sick looking soup within the confines of said ribs.
Putting a hand over his mouth at the nauseating sight and putrid smell of death James mentally pats himself on the back for not eating breakfast; God knows it'd be on the side walk to mix with the tortured man's cooling blood.
"Sir, we have a report."
Nodding his head in thanks James takes the manila folder, rifling through the papers; Simons, Daniel, male, thirty-two, vice president of a software firm, recently married - the words continue on. The man himself is a well-to-do citizen, nothing warranting such a gruesome death, nothing warranting murder. Of course this unfortunate man is the fifth murder within the last two months. Flipping the next page James spies a familiar tag, a single eye in a dark crimson color, jagged and dripping down the gray side of a building, the lines interconnected, running together to form an abstract eye. Looking back up again James finally notices said sign, the color fading to a deep red with hints of black as blood does once it sits out in the air for an extended amount of time. Scrawled just below the eye is the name OMNI, not even bumpy texture of the wall or the slight smear in the bloody ink can deter from the noticeably elegant handwriting.
James walks up to his awaiting partner, Mason, "Any leads?"
"No. It's just as clean as the others. I'm telling you this guy is good, fifth body without a single leading clue." Mason shakes his head, turning away from the body as it slowly gets cleaned from the side walk.
Pursing his lips James walks away with Mason, leaning against his car with a shake of his head, "There is no perfect crime. Whoever this is will make a mistake somewhere along the path."
"God I hope so, this bastard needs to be taken off of the streets."
Rubbing tired eyes James nods, taking the folder with him in his car. He leaves the scene of the crime, letting Mason know he'll be at the office. The ride is silent, James's mind so cluttered that it feels dull and mute.
The strong smell of coffee assaults him as he enters the office, a blast of cold air offers a nice reprieve from the mid-morning heat. Greetings float his way as he pours himself a cup of the dark brown liquid caffeine, adding a single sugar before retreating to his office.
Powering on his computer, James reaches through his filing cabinet and pulls out four other files, all by the mysterious and infuriating OMNI. His mind aches, a deep throbbing pounding at his temples, there's no obvious correlation. No motivating factor. It's as if this OMNI murders, creates carnage, simply to do so.
