Cold Corpse

Chapter 9- Unravel

1989, October 31st

The scrambled bleach saffron eggs sizzled on a small pan. Lingerie of eggs odor dances around the room in jolly. She sway her hips listening to the music of I will survive by Gloria Gaynor. The melody started off with appealing piano,
"At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side"
Radio delivered the anthem.
"But then I spent so many nights thinkin' how you did me wrong
And I grew strong, and I learned how to get along"
She moved her feet with the groove and hummed the music, her lips pressed with each other. Her personality erupted through her vibrant soul. Her last dance was when she was a teenage girl. A naïve little girl who thought she will never grow up. Andee turned down the fire into an empty ebony stove. She slide her breakfast in an amethyst floral plate. When her eyes glances up across her table, she jumped. Almost dropping the hot pan on her foot. "What the heck, Sasha?" She sighed in relief just knowing her partner snack in her flat. "Wow, didn't think you dance." He looked pleased. "Oh, shut up." She turned off the tune in her radio from her marbles kitchen counter and turn her heels back to face Sasha.

He threw in a dirty brown sling bag on her table and it opened by itself. A few letters glide down to reveal from where it was. "These are the letters our killer had sent." His hand grind his own chin, he paced back and forth in the dining area. Andee uplift every letter set on her own table and scanning individual. Some of it were covered with tiny particles of grey ashes. She blew off some in able to read the smudge words written on a stained papers. "Sasha, all of these messages are written in different font style." The radio screamed in static, coming to life without any touch of the button. Andee dashes to her device and saw that it was still turned off. "How is this possible?" Sasha exclaimed, his hands covered his ears to prevent any noise to disrupt his head. But there are still wave escaping in his brain. Andee scooped out the batteries though transmission became more passive aggressive. "What the hell?' Andee winced, she lifted up the radio over her head and with all forced, and she smashed it against the floor. The cogwheels, screwdriver and a few more parts flew across the room and scattered on the floor. It whisper a few words before it dies.
"I'm almost there."
Andee breathe heavily, it felt like she was under water. Her lungs felt like it was being pressured by an excessive object. Her cheeks was warm and glowing. Sasha clear out his hearing passage. "What was that all about?" He wore off his raven scarf from his neck. "The radio must've been close to a transmitter. A cell phone gives of a short brief data signal periodically so it lets the nearest cellphone tower know where the phone is at. Thus, it can cause inference. I left my phone in your place." She come upon into Sasha's eyes. "I left mine in my car." He replied.

A sharp sound blare from the hallway, he whistle the sound of twisted nerve by Bernard Herrmann. Pair of detective was alarmed but the melody sent a chilling wave to their spines. Hair started to raise. Whoever was approaching, they are either heavy or armed. Footsteps echoed sharply down the hall, it sounded so loudly for the both of them, like the roaring heartbeat they both have. Each step is ambiguously strong, no rhythm, Andee couldn't imagine who it was but one picture came into her mind.

A man wearing inky gloves, slowly open the door. The creaking noise brought another wave of chill down their spine. They felt paralyzed, it was almost like they are under a spell. Both detectives couldn't move from their position. But they are police, they were trained for this, you could say that it must be different when you are facing against death or even worse... the devil himself. Andee's thought accelerated in her own mind. She wanted them to stop, she doesn't want to see him, but it didn't. This was reality. Her breaths come in gaps and her vision was starting to black out. She felt like fainting.  Sasha's face was red and eyes turn into bloodshot cause by pressure, quivering in fear. His body demand to be shut down but his brain was throbbing, helplessly wanting to move. They were stuck.

The cold expression reflected on his face made Andee sick, she wanted to throw up. In his right hand was a mask full of faces with different people stitched together. Stained of blood stayed on their skin. The stitches was poorly made, it was rushed to be done. In his other hand was a cellphone who just bathe in blood. He seemed like his heart is made out of stone, there was no soul living in his eyes when Andee gaze upon. He was good at pretending. He was a great actor of being the innocent. His sense of humanity had been long disappear like a bubble, the way he murdered all the innocent people was brutal.

"If you listen, you'll survive this. I believe that. You'll overcome the terrors I'm about to do. Will you make it?" In his cocky triumph, he gave a lopsided smirk. He adjusted his cobalt necktie and unbutton his black coat. He dropped the mask on the floor and so did the cellphone.
"Game over. You lose." He tossed his coat across the room and underneath it was a belt filled with surgical tools. There was also silver cold gun hanging on both of his lumbar. "What the fuck, Edson? Why are you doing this?" Andee grind her teeth in anger, trying to hide her fear from anger. "You grew up in a wealthy family. You are blessed with caring parents. Why Edson? Why would you do such brutal things to those innocent people? Or your brain is just fucked up?" While Edson was focused with Andee. Sasha glances to his belt for his pistol behind him. He just need for Andee to distract him more. "Where do I begin? Ahh, yes, I do this for entertainment. I never intended to hurt them. Oh no, I just wanted to do this as my pleasure." Edson replied, taking a step forward as both detectives flinch. "Whenever someone scream in agony. It turns me on." He moaned, sliding both of his hands to his own gun. "It was the best feeling. But it wasn't enough. It's not the scream I've been longing for." His grin spread across his face almost reaching both his ears. "So, you're a hedonistic killer. Typical." Andee beamed a glare into Edson's eyes. "You are correct, my dear." His arms slumped on his side.

Sasha took the opportunity to clutch into his weapon as Andee tried to seize Edson but everything happened so fast. Edson got out his both revolver to point it at each detective. "You sly dogs. Just because you outnumbered me doesn't mean you win. I can even kill five people just by myself." He angled the weapon in their faces. "Ms. Hortox, I really like you... Ever since that night-" Andee lifted her arms next to her ears and denied his statement. "Edson, I was young and stupid. I don't know what I was doing. It means nothing. I was drunk and... it just happened that I stumbled upon you." Andee was then fell silence. "You used me?" Andee shook her head, "No, no. It's not that, Edson."
Edson's heart is in deep grief, mourning, his heart felt thousands of knives penetrated through him. "I see." His grasp is trembling, shoulders jerked off and the sound of struggling to breathe against crying was difficult for him. His breathing hitched as his face drained down. "I had a plan for both of us, Andee. We would have a family. Cute little children." Andee remain to glared at the man. "But you destroyed it." He hissed "I will never be with a sick psycho like you. You kill for the thrill. Lust... Power. That's not the type of guy I like. You'll be paying everything you've done by sitting on the electric chair." She stomped on her landing. Collison with her foot and ground made a smashing sound resonate all over the swirling vortex. There was a long pause of silence until Edson broke it.

"It's either I do this when you're alive or as a cold corpse." Edson Moore cackled manically and kicked the door behind.