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I woke up my head hazy as it bounded making my vision fade in and out of cloudiness. My hair was a mess and my face covered in blood.
What the hell did I get myself into after the concert Jesus!
I there was a passed out drunk man slumped over a dirt stained couch
I found a set of keys with a tiny pocket knife on them shimmering on the floor and slowly grabbed them as I got off the floor.
“Sorry hun, gotta flee but I’ll leave you my audograph as a thanks K!”
Then I walked over to the man and signed my name on his chest, Lorelei-Lolly and left the small one room flat.
Police P.O.V
The small flat was filled with people as police and investigators alike stud crowding the ugly brown couch as a man laid there bloody as his chest had been carved out with the words Lorelei-Lolly.
“What the hell!” exclaimed a man in the classic police outfit walked in.
He had on a short brown trench coat with a white button up and black pants being held up with red suspenders.
“We- we don’t know sir that's the problem. Some think a potential serial killer in the making but we’ve never seen anything like this. I-I mean I’m practically fresh from the accatomy I never expected something like this.”
The man hummed in response before shoving past the young shocked man and proceeded to shove his way through the gocking crowd to get a look at the newest victim.
There lay a young pail man with a chest looking like an uncooked steak cut open. The edges of the wounds looked like ground raw meat and the insides of the deep jagged cuts were smoothed over with a think rich layer of blood. The man leaned and touched the man's forearm.
“He’s nearly warm this was done recently, last night or this morning none sooner than that. He has vomit and what looks like a barbeque stain here on the belly of his shirt,” the man paused and leaned further to smell the victim's mouth, “he was drunk. But he also managed to put up a fight with his attacker, look at his knuckles, bruised and scraped. We don’t know how drunk he was til we get him to the lab but for now it would be safe to say we’re looking for a male and a berly one to, this guy has a good amount of muscle on him and quite a bit of height. Lets get him on a slat so we can test that theory, you can take him away boys.”
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Sure you Can Have my Autograph!
Short StoryDeirdre has had a very rough life. Abused by her mom, her boyfriend, and went through ten years in foster care with every single family she was placed with sent her back. Can you blame her for going batshit crazy? ART NOT MINE Authors note: Hello pe...