Chapter 2: Mornings are Evil (Aminta)

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I groaned as I got out of my car. It was early, maybe 6 a.m. I walked up to my partner Anders. "Why can't people discover bodies later in the day? What schedule do they work on?" Anders chuckled and handed me a coffee. I gave a short nod of gratitude and took a sip, letting the hot liquid unthaw and wake my insides. "Okay, what do we have here?" I asked. I glanced down the ally, seeing three bodies that have been cleanly cut open like surgery but their organs and flesh on the inside were savagely torn up and darkened, like they were cooked.

"A pariska." I mumbled to myself, "What?" Anders asked. "Nothing, sorry, you were saying." He nodded and led the way down the scene as he debriefed me. "We thought it might've been some psycho dog owner, cutting open bodies and letting their dogs or whatever animal they have eat these poor bastards from the inside out." I nodded at the human logic but then paused, "Thought?" He gave a chuckle that sounded more awkward, "Uh well..." he gestured to the metal backdoor to this building that was just held open by a cement block he led me to, "Follow me." He said.

We stepped through and into a large room, covered in chipped and uneven floor. This must've been his lair, the venom must've dissolved into the floor, destroying some of the concrete. It was like a huge hanger or it was used for storing water boilers or something. It was just a giant empty room now though. About 50 feet into the room was some forensics and another body...

Anders continues to lead the way to the body. "We think... we aren't sure, I mean we have a good idea on a bit."
"Just spit it out Anders!" It was morning, I didn't have the patience. "Okay, so we know the bodies outside and this one were killed by two different people. The one who killed the ones outside were savage and messy, this is more clean and done like an execution." He was struggling to get his thoughts together, all he did was point out the obvious, "And?" I pushed for him to continue.

"We think that this is the one who killed the ones outside and then someone else killed him." He finally got out. I mean, that wasn't far fetched, but I'm still waiting for what he's going to say next. "And the dogs you thought he had?" He shook his head and suddenly turned pale, "There was flesh found in his t- teeth. His sharpened piranha like teeth, human enhancement that those punk heads love to get so much." There it was. But I played along.

"So maybe his chicken dinner got caught in his teeth?" Anders shook his head, "Visually it matches the cooked human flesh bags laying out in the ally, but I bet when analysis comes back, it'll match as well. I think this was a cannibalism case." I nodded slowly. "What about our second killer? The one who took care of this one?" Anders rubbed his buzzed head, "I don't know whether to be thankful or concerned. For one, they killed a possible cannibalist. For two, they could be a more dangerous killer, trained, considering how cleanly this guy's head was taken off."

I pulled on my right earlobe out of habit, something I do whenever I try to analyze something or think things through. Then I remembered a case from three weeks ago where we were left with another headless body, except the head was burned up, like it had to be set on fire. It was the body of a Sucomore, a demon that to stay dead needs to have its head removed and set on fire to stay dead. Whoever killed him knew what they were doing for sure.

On the Sucomore body we found a card, a note with a symbol on the back. The card said, 'Sorry that I can't clean this up for you.' The symbol on the back was a little intricate design that looked like a Fox. I sighed, unsure if I hoped or didn't hope that it was them again...

"Have you searched the body yet? Check his pockets or his shirt?" The forensics man nodded and handed me two evidence bags. One had his wallet, a pack of cigarettes and a small black flip phone. The other was a small plastic slip with nothing other than that very card.
I read the card that had the same message as before, "Sorry that I can't clean this up for you." Anders shook his head, "This killer must have some sick sense of humor." He said. I scoffed at his words, "That or they're being sincere."

I handed the evidence slip over to Anders to look at. "Looks like our little fox strikes again. This is the third case." My head snapped to him, "Third? This is the second I'm aware of." Anders shook his head and winced as he said, "Detective Digs and Smith got a case where that card popped up. No beheading that time, just a single stab into the heart." Damn, wish I could've seen it, a number of different monsters can be killed with just a simple stab, just like a human. I can't ask too many questions about a case that isn't mine, Shit!

"Is this what we're calling this serial vigilante, Little Fox?" Anders shrugged, "Got anything better?" I shook my head. I honestly didn't care what we called them, I just wanted to find them. I don't know if I wanted to find them to arrest as a cop or to simply talk to as someone else who had knowledge of monsters. Honestly, I wish they did just clean up the trace of the monster's bodies instead of leaving them, it'd make my job so much easier. I bet they're just leaving that stupid sorry card as a calling card, and so they can feel better about being lazy with leaving the body behind. Man, now I have a head ache.

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