Unsainted

7: The Remnants

The police station was but a cold image to Atrox. A bloody crime scene, but the possible key to at least one of his answers.

 How did he die; why wasent important. 

He shuffled around the back with the sun setting, time was short. Shorter than he would have liked. The window he had originally escaped through was still open, and partly covered in yellow police tape. Atrox hesitated crawling through. His own blood was still on the frame, now brown and dried. Despite his reservations, he pulled the tape away and crawled through.

A familiar smell hit Atrox's nose. The musky odor of decomposing bodies. The surgeons had been moved and their last positions marked out in white tape. It was like Atrox was never there, even the blood had been scrubbed from the floor. Atrox frantically searched the area; turning the everything upside down,  looking for a clue; anything. 

"Come on" Atrox begged,

'something, anything. Please."

And for the first time in an eternity, Atrox prayers were answered. He looked up and on top of a steel roof beam, was a large microphone wrapped in plastic. Atrox ripped his makeshift hood off his head and reached for the microphone. The low hanging ceiling made acquiring it easier, and allowing Atrox to see the long black cable it was attached to.

He let the microphone hang from the ceiling, and followed its cable along the ceiling. The cable quickly ended at the top of a locker; on the other side of the room, Atrox attempted to force open the locker but to no avail. At least not a first. In a short burst of rage Atrox lifted his arms above his head and slammed his fists into the lockers door, caving it in and giving Atrox room to rip the door from its hinges. The sound was astronomical, snapping Atrox out of his rage and into panic. He dropped the door and quickly looked around room, knowing someone would have heard him. Unforchunetly he never saw the camera in the corner of the room. 

"I hate everyone in this town" Victoria said leaning back in her chair.

She and Andrey had spent the better half of the last few days, babysitting the citizens of their town. With father John spouting nonsense about demons, they had little time to investigate the increasing number of murders that were taking place. Andrey sat opposite her reading from a clipboard, the DNA results for Victoria's skin samples.

"Well you can't fix stupid" Andrey said, "besides maybe they'll calm down once they end their witch hunt."

Andrey adjusted his chair and nudged a computer screen out of his way, giving him a clear view of Victoria.

"So how bluntly do you want me to give you the news?" he asked,

Victoria sighed and rubbed her hands into her eyes,

"hit me like a sledgehammer" she said.

"Alright then.... both the blood samples on the tools, glass and skin samples.... belong to Atrox"

"I'm sorry, I think one of us is having a massive stroke"

"well you read the fucking results then."

Victoria took the clipboard from Andrey and read the results herself, whilst receiving a smug look from Andrey. As he had said, the results concluded that both the blood sample taken from the surgical equipment, and the tissue Victoria Had found; both belonged to Atrox. The news was both unsettling, and equally confusing.

"So what does this mean?" Victoria asked, as Andrey tried to distract himself by inspecting the building's cameras. 

"Well...I have a theory" Andrey said,