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Heartless

A/N: This originally was going to be multiple parts. But, this was a contest entry, that required only one short story. So this was what I entered.

This story contains mentions of blood, murder, and a few uses of derogatory words.

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Hank Anderson was used to seeing weird and shocking things. It was essentially part of his job description.

He was a detective, so he pretty much saw the world of criminals, and it wasn't pretty. Murders. Rapes. Robberies. Sometimes even a combination of those things, with other awful things added. One time, he saw a husband who murdered his wife(using the oven) and their baby(using the microwave), and busted in just as he was beginning to peel their skin off and eat it. It was originally a domestic abuse report, the neighbors heard the screaming and pleading. But little did Hank know, it was much more than that.

Needless to say, Hank had a thick skin. A very thick skin. Sure, things disturbed him, there were cases he thought about for weeks after they were closed, but he didn't ever let anything stop him from getting his job done.

His current case was a call about an attempted murder. The scenario was something quite humorous to Hank at first, but he and his partner Connor were still rushing to the scene anyways.

A man had called, frantic. He said that a woman was trying to kill him, the woman being a prostitute that he had hired.

Hank wanted to ask what he had done to piss her off so much, but he just told the man that he would be right there.

They were heading towards the hotel that the man had given them the location of. According to this man(whose name Hank had forgotten to ask for, oh well, he'd get to that.), this woman was very dangerous and had a huge knife and possibly some other weapons. The man said that the girl went by the name North.

"What do you think, Connor? Think we're going to get stabbed and killed by the whore before we can catch her?" Hank asked his partner jokingly.

Connor was much more professional than Hank was sometimes, he wasn't really the joking type. Hank wondered how the two of them ended up together, and how they worked together so well. Maybe it was the fact that in the end, they both just wanted to get the job done.

"Hopefully not." He answered simply, not even a small hint of a smile on his face. He could be a party pooper sometimes, but he was a good person to work with, so Hank didn't give him shit about it.

"It won't happen. He's probably exaggerating a bit. He probably didn't pay her the correct amount, and she went batshit. Money drives people insane. I'm sure when we get there we'll be able to calm her down."

Connor nodded. "I agree. He only said she had a knife, anyways."

They arrived a few minutes later, and were bursting into the hotel room as quickly as they could. They had tried knocking and saying that it was the police, but of course that didn't work. So, they had to break the door down.

Once they did, they saw a woman dressed in a shirt and panties banging on the bathroom door, a large knife in hand.

Hank and Connor raised their guns to her.

"Put the knife down. Make this easy for all of us." Connor ordered, calmly as he could. He had a sort of soothing voice that Hank was hoping would win this woman over.

The girl turned to them, slowly. She squinted at them. "Why should I? You have no idea what he did to me, he deserves this. Tell him to open the door."