Cold Corpse

Chapter 2- Bloody Mess

1989, February 4th

There is a tenseness to his muscles that makes Sasha more like a mannequin on this soft mattress, he couldn't help but think about the message they've receive from the killer. The rain continued to pour as the young man is driven by madness.
"I'm watching you." He softly whisper
The stress spread through his mind like ink on paper. He take in a deep, ragged breath before removing himself from the mattress. "I'm sure there's more to that. There might be a clue or some sort that can lead us to the killer." He tap his index finger to his chin gently as it trace down to his jawline.
"My body needs to rest yet my mind needs to move, to burn the anxiety right out." His eyes glazed over blankly and his head nodded forward. "I don't need sleep."

"I don't need sleep." he repeated himself as he let his body fell on the bed, weary with the burden of long-closed eyes. His vision started to blur when a figure appear before his eyes. He was too tired, he couldn't move. He felt numb like a person is lying down on top of him releasing all the weight to the young man.
I feel as though energy is being constantly drained out of me, he thought. He soon pass out.

Sasha woke up in a loud smashed. The air is suddenly rented by the sound of breaking glass. It was nearby and he hesitated to look for he feel sore to the bone, his partner came sprinting from the other room, yelling his name. "Sasha!"
She huff and puff her cheeks. "You need to see this."
His eyes was given life like an electricity flow down his body. Both of the detectives heard the first-high pitched screech of terror coming from a room. They hurried to make their way to the other room for an investigation. The maid who was supposed to deliver towels in the same floor witness the horrible image inside the room, image lock inside her mind and she sprint to lobby to call the cops.

Andee and Sasha attentively observe the poor maid, like a rabbit who just saw a murder. Two of them enter the room and suddenly welcome by an unpleasant stench of a female chopped body lying on the carpet.
"I went outside to take a small walk for I couldn't help but sense that someone was watching me. I came back but I spotted that one of the room that was supposed to be vacant was open. Out of curiosity I poked my head in and alas, I met this dead body." Andee remark her story, wandering around the room with her partner. Sasha discern a few footprint on the carpet, it left blood marks that leads to the window. "Guess our killer doesn't like to use doors." Sasha claimed, he sounded serene for any other situation they get into. He stick his head outside the window, and ray of sun thump on his fair skin. He scan the surrounding for any possible trace but there was no sign. He gets back inside.

Andee almost puke by a bucket she discover in the closet, she held her hands on her mouth and nose. The sigh of a revulsion bucket made her stomach feel twisted. "Oh god... this is just disgusting."
Inside the bucket is a half full of vital fluid and in there was bones and mashed intestine floating on the rotten blood. Maggots swims in joy for they can get all the food they want. The small lady gradually step back from the sight and only to get bump to her partner.

"They sure know how to make someone sick." Andee complained and kept both of her nose and mouth shut. She felt a soft yet greasy small creature fell on her forehead. Andee is startled by it and she obliterate the slippy maggot on her forehead, her body quiver by the pest wriggle on her skin.
Sasha faintly snigger by the way she react but shrugged it off. His eyes was lead up at the ceiling and come face to face with letters written by the killer with the form of the blood he used from his victim. He stand in disturbance, viewing the message he had wrote.

"The clock is ticking, the game is now beginning.
It's your time to find me, or you can let me be."

Sasha's eyes narrowed at the words and the hand writing. He examined carefully the phrases and goes back to Andee. "We're in for a game."
"This is worse than jigsaw's game." She nudges his shoulder.
She turn her direction away and saw the broken plate.
Andee picked a shard plate that was drowsing on the lavender carpet, she turned it around to glimpse at two initial letters. "CB. What's that supposed to mean?"Andee asked "It means that's our clue. Cryptic bistro is the name of the upcoming coffee shop. Probably the next victim is there or the killer will be working."

Andee observed Sasha's left palm. There was a huge gash, blood was streaming down on the carpet. "Sasha, your hand is bleeding." She pointed out, the man quickly react to her statement and placing his hand on his chest. Andee felt a strange feeling but pushed the sensation away.