Lost Soul

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Untitled by Tyler Schultz

“I sat there watching myself die in the back of the ambulance. A gunshot to the chest and one through the brain. My life was coming to an end and there was nothing I could do but watch. My heart started to race faster and faster. I watched myself squirm like a warm on the cement. I suddenly became limp and the heart beat monitor had a flat line running across the screen. Right as the nurse grabbed the defibrillator everything became bright.”

Chapter one: Beginnings

He jolted out of bed gasping for air. His face sweaty and veins popping out from the stress. He took a deep breath in closing his eyes. In through his nose and out through his mouth. This is Chris J. Foyer. His skin a little darker than white flowing with his jet black hair and buzzed beard. He looked over at his clock that read 2:45 am. He ran his hand through his hair maneuvering his bans to one side and pulled the covers off him. He walked over to his closet grabbing his sweat pants and hoodie.

He sat at the counter holding a cup of coffee and a lit cigarette in his mouth. He stared off into the brown abyss thinking. The television caught his attention as a new lady was speaking in front of a crime scene. “Today four more people were found dead in this house behind me. People are saying it was probably done by the doings of Michel Rick…” she continued as he lost interest and took a deep breath off the butt of his cigarette and exhaled through his nose. Suddenly a file dropped in front of his face body slamming the counter. Chris looked up to see his partner Alex taking a seat right next to him. Chris took one more puff of his cigarette before saying, “What brings you here at three in the morning?”

“Heard you get up dude. You can’t sneak past me.” Said Alex pushing the files toward Chris.

“I’m handing my resignation letter in tomorrow morning so there’s no sense in that.” Said Chris.

“Man I need you! You’re the only one that can solve this. This is huge by the way I’m looking at it.” Said Alex.

Chris gave Alex a look then looked at the folder that had “TOP SECERET” written across it. He opened it to see three papers all having murders names and information. He flipped to the back and saw pictures of the mutilated bodies of the crime sense. “Three different investigations, Alex your talking about at least ten years plus of interrogation and investigating.” He said looking through the papers.

“But that’s just it. There not all different. They’re tied together.” Said Alex.

“Bullshit.” Said Chris as he gave Alex a look of craziness.

“Look at it like this, you solve this and you can go on your marry way not having to look at dead bodies every day and be who you want to be.  This is the last case. These three equal out to one big picture I know it.” Said Alex standing up and resting his hand on Chris’s back.

“Just sleep on it.” Said Alex walking out of the dinner.

The television caught Chris’s attention again as the news reporter said, “And as time progresses all we have left to wonder is who’s next on his list?” He grabbed the folder and headed home.

He sat at his desk with a glass of whisky and glasses looking over the papers. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as he sat back in his chair and reached for another sip of his whisky. He gently sat the glass down and leaned forward as if it would help focus. “Three murders tie to one culprit,” he mumbled to himself.

He grabbed the papers with the mutilated bodies, each one with a different way of death. One stuck out to him though as a man was hung by his nick and stomach cut open with his guts spilt all over the floor. He continued on past it looking for anything that could help. He set all the papers in a row and it clicked. Every single body that was dead had “LIMBO,” written on the walls behind them.