The Hybrid Killer

Little House of...

    After a quick drive, the detective and the officer arrived at a fairly small house in a relatively-peaceful-looking neighborhood. Scott walked up to the red wooden door, which was chipped mainly towards the bottom, and eased the door open. Bria followed after him, entering a small, quaint living room. A small brown sofa was in the corner facing a 48-inch TV screen. Books lay on the auburn-colored coffee-table, which sat upon a red rug.

    Carefully, they moved through the room, looking for anything that may reveal any clues about potential spy plots directed against the Hybrid Killer. After a few minutes of nothing, Bria suggested they split up. Bria took the bedroom, a small room with a bed and a large bookshelf, along with a small closet.

    Gradually, she worked around the room until she came to the closet. Expecting to find just some clothes, she pulled open the door. However, when she did, there was an odd sight to behold. There was a door behind the door, blocked by empty shelves.

    Puzzled, Bria called to her partner, "Scott, may wanna come here, I found something odd."

    Delicately, she removed the shelves from the closet, careful not to break or damage any of them. The workload was lightened quite a bit upon Scott's arrival, and in a matter of minutes the shelves were stacked and removed from the way of the door.

    "After you." Scott stepped aside, allowing Bria access to the mysterious door. Upon opening it, a large, poorly-lit stairwell was made visible, and seemed to descend down to a large basement. Anxiously, Bria stepped down each stair with care, while a more confident Scott followed after her. 

    Their eyes widened once they reached the bottom. Numerous closed doors led off of the one main room, which was empty other than a large corkboard and workbench on one wall. The workbench had scissors, thumb tacks, pins and paper cuttings all across it. The recycling bin beneath it was full to the brim with recyclings. The corkboard had newspaper articles all over it, some of which catching Bria's eye.

    "Hybrid Killer takes the life of a neko male walking on Main Street."

    "Young woman in Bronior sexually assaulted by an unknown man in a mask."

    "Two children disappear days apart: Authorities wondering  where they are now two weeks after they vanished."

    Stuttering, Bria said aloud, "There are H-Hybrid Killer c-cases on the board... b-but others too... what has this guy b-been doing?"

    "I have no id-"

    A sudden cry came from one of the attached rooms. Scott and Bria, worried sick now, slowly walked over, Bria placing her ear to the door. More cries were audible, until all of a sudden, a different noise shook them to their cores; a gunshot, muffled by probably soundproofing, rang in their ears.

    Whispering, Scott told Bria, "Someone is here, and I don't think it's Fahri, since his car isn't here. We need to run, NOW."

    The pair sprinted up the stairs, but were terrified as they tried to open the door. The lock wasn't turning at all, merely jiggling slightly. Scott tried to bash into the door, but to no avail either. Fearing for their lives, they tried to find any other methods of escaping the room. However, there was a slow creaking from upstairs, and a chill ran down the spines of the two members of the law.

    Scott was down first, falling halfway down the stairs before stopping. Soon, Bria found herself with her back to the floor, the world around her turning black and blurry. The last thing she saw before submitting to the darkness was a flash of light blond hair and a malicious, pure-white grin full of fangs.

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    An unknown amount of time later, Bria and Scott awoke to find themselves in chairs in a room coated in red. A familiar red, one filled with rusted spots. Corroded areas, decaying patches. The red color of blood.

   Bria was the first to struggle, crying out, "Let go of us right now! We're with the law!"

    A familiar voice promptly responded. "Keep your mouth shut, fox girl. It'll all be over soon enough for you two."

    "FAHRI?!" Both of them were stunned, unable to process anything.

    "Wow, was my police officer cover really that convincing? I would've thought I'd have been found out sooner, but I guess not."

    Scott took this note with a great amount of shock. "You covered for your crimes by working as a POLICE OFFICER?!"

    "Well, of course. I had to know how the law worked in order to cheat it out. Honestly, it's easier than I thought." He grabbed a revolver from the wall and loaded it. "Gotta make sure you don't leave any traces they can use to track you, and you're home free. It's all too easy. And killings here are so much safer than Maria Emerald's was. I got my soundproofing, my room for disposing of the bodies... it's all too easy."

   "Anders was right... there were more than five murders..." Bria's shock was taken over by fear upon realizing the death toll may be much higher than it was currently assumed to be by the police station.

   Fahri seemed slightly annoyed. "Of course he would blab, why wouldn't he? Does whatever it does to live, that guy, I swear by it." He turned to the duo tied in chairs. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta move this body, and then I'll be back for you, detective."

    In that moment, Fahri grabbed a corpse on the ground and dragged it out the door, a trail of blood following behind it like a snake follows a mouse. Stressing, Bria and Scott tried to get out of their ties, but their attempts were all in vain.

    "Scott, if we die, I'm sorry about what happened back at the building!"

    "And I'm sorry for snapping at you, you were just grieving because that guy had killed your aunt and hurt your uncle."

    Swiftly, a door erupted open, but it sounded to have come from somewhere else. There was a struggle, and a series of gunshots from in front of the door to their chamber, causing more fear.

    "Who is out there?!"

    Scott's eyes widened as he looked down at the small blinking device on his chest, which was still active. "Ha! Fahri forgot to turn my tracker off! It's the other officers! They're here to get us out of this place!"

    Bria's eyes lightened up with hope as she deafeningly screamed, "WE'RE IN HERE!"

    Promptly afterwards, two officers opened the door and untied the two. Relieved, they left the room, but froze at what they saw. A dead Fahri, lying on the ground, a smoking gun still in his open palm. Blood seeped from his chest, staining his already blood-stained clothes, the clothes of a killer.

    "What happens now? Since Fahri is, ya know, dead?" Bria seemed a little bit anxious that justice would have no form of servitude now that the main creator of the chaos lay in his own blood.

    The officer simply said, "Well we'll make a list of all the charges against him. We'll also need to search this place top to bottom to find out what else he's done, and who he worked with. Hopefully, after that, we can make more arrests and fully close the case. It may take months though, but with the ringleader dead, it'll be easier hopefully."

    Bria merely nodded and walked out of the house, Scott following after her. In a joking manner, he asked, "My, great detective, looks like another case is well on it's way to closing. How did you do it?"

    Grinning, Bria simply responded, "It's elementary, my dear Officer McCreal. Elementary."