He strode past the crowd gathering at the scene of his art. Already,law enforcement officers were directing traffic away from the scene. The body sans a uterus had been discovered hours after the heinous act. The mutilation done to the body displayed the graphicness of the assault the woman had endured. He stopped walking,pausing mid-step and twisting on his heel to stare at the scene.
"Disgusting" he muttered,an expression of profound disdain written across his features. The object of his ill intent was a curly haired Negro female. Slight of frame and attractive in a comely way,the man's reaction was not spurred by her color or features. Standing at the crime scene with two officers,she wore gloves and carried a forensic kit.
Her name was Ellen Worton,forensic scientist at the precinct for five years now. It was filth like her that he was ridding the world of.
"You know I've never liked cigarettes,Tom" she commented.
"You've kept saying that for the past five years,kid" a white bespectacled male with a chiseled jaw and homely features responded. His uniform marked him out as a police officer.
"Last I checked I'm still a year older than you"
"Semantics" Tom said,grinning after a particular long draw on his cigarette.
"I'd be surprised if an idiot like you knew the meaning of the word" she shot back.
The two's attempt to distract themselves from the disturbing scene in front of them was remotely successful. The other officer who had not been drawn into the conversation had visibly relaxed after a few moments of this.
"I've never seen something like this in all of my long and fabled career" Tom muttered,still trying to make light of the situation though his body gave him away.
The forensics expert stopped examining the body and stood,closing her kit and packing it up.
"What have you got?" the other male officer finally said.
"We were called in a few hours ago but the victim was dead a few hours before that. I'll try and dumb this down for you two..." she drawled,drawing out a smile from her two compatriots.
"Just like the other two victims of the last two nights,she's missing an organ,her uterus to be exact though that's pretty obvious because of the damage caused by the assailant." she continued,pointing out the guts of the woman strewn about like a slaughterhouse
"The blood splatter and pattern determine that the "operation" was carried out while she was still alive. It was most likely performed by the same culprit,the same ability and vendetta to keep the "patient" alive despite the severity of her injuries...yes,this most definitely was not a copycat. " she finished.
"We'll know when we head back to the precinct,won't we?" Tom said.
***
Tom ran his hand through his head as he stared at the package, containing a uterus. It's sender had the decency to wrap the organ. In foil no less,but at least it was something. This confirmed Ellen's theory,the problem with the case wasn't with connecting the victims or finding out the perpetrator,it lied in the fact that they just couldn't get him.
He had been identified as Timothy Richardson,senior of sixty years living off his pension with his family of four...until a few days ago at least. His fingerprints had been picked off the body and they'd run it through the database until they'd found a match. Their attempts to bring him into custody had been unsuccessful however,he'd gone missing around the time the bodies started dropping. They'd done everything, checked with his friends and family for possible hideouts. Released his picture to the news media to speed uo his capture. To make it worse,citizens had seen the man,tipped them off,they'd even chased him once...but he always seemed to get away. Tom sighed in frustration,thoughts turning to their only actual "lead" on the man.
Apparently his motives and modus operandi were similar to that of the pseudonymous criminal, Jack the Ripper. That was all they'd been able to glean of his actions. The results of the post-mortem analysis had come in and it matched their ongoing theory.
Tom was shocked out of his reverie by a scream and raised voices in the direction of the receptionist's desk. He drew his hand back from his holster after realising it was a common disturbance.
"No,you have to-" he could barely make out what the words being spoken were,but they'd managed to spark his curiousity.
He dropped the package and headed out of his office. He stopped just before he could enter the lounge and listened in.
"No!You don't understa-"
"I think,I understand quite well,young man" he heard his Chief of Police say in response to the words of a bespectacled young man of below average height. His entire frame screamed "nerd".
The boy pushed up his glasses,trying to fight off the officers' attempts to lead him out of the station,he was remarkably unsuccessful as the officers slowly but surely dragged him out.
" I and my friends caused this! It's some sort of demon of darkness or something,it wasn't supposed to wor,it was just a prank. But when we heard about all the bodies dropping-"he shouted, raising his voice through out his rant.
"Now listen here young man,we get all sort of folk trying to get the credit for capturing or being this perp. You're just another one of them...I've dealt with crap like you making light of the law and-" his Chief said.
"Please,you have to listen to-" the boy interrupted,his eyes locked with Tom at the last second before he was escorted out of the premises.
"And out!" his Chief thundered.
Tom stood in place shocked by the despair in the boy's eyes,his Chief walked by him muttering under his breath.
"Get back to work,Tom" he said before entering his office.
***
Tim realised that his taste in his victim had been right once again. An onlooker wouldn't notice anything strange about the heavy set man wearing a man. Under the clothing however,spot like acne had spread over his body. The only thing differentiating them from a remarkably bad case of acne was their severity,the spots looked like burns one would find on someone used to smother a cigarette. The round marks visibly steamed from time to time though the 'man' showed no outwardly pain. His frame which was never one to look at had become disturbing. There was just something off about him that steered people away as seen by their unconscious attempts to get far away from him. He stared at the house that the forensic scientist,Ellen. The light had been switched off in the bedroom and his now more sensitive ears could pick off the disgusting sounds of sex from the room.
After the lights came back on,Tim made his move. He approached the car that the foolish woman had left unlocked. He entered the backseat and closed the door behind him. Sliding to the floor of the car,he reclined and waited for his prey.
Ellen kissed Anthony good night. They'd spent most of the night together,taking advantage of Ellen's husband's meeting outside of town. She hadn't been satisfied in forever since she'd married Kurt and after hooking up with Anthony a few months back she'd realised he was just the escape she needed. A broad shouldered,blond haired Adonis,he was five years her junior and great in bed. She blushed recollecting what he'd done just a few moments before. In her state of dampened awareness reminiscing great sex,she never noticed the figure laying prone at the back of her car.
She opened the front door and slid in. She put the key in and attempted to start the car before she felt a hand clamp around her mouth. The shock of the moment prevented her from screaming in terror as she felt the cold kiss of steel around her neck. It was so close that any slight twitch of her neck would make a cut. Her pulse raced as she locked gazes with her would-be captor through the mirror. She couldn't make out feautures under the hood he wore but her thought shifted from one morbid one to another.
"I'm gonna remove my hand in three seconds,if you make any attempt to run or scream I will slice your throat,got it?" her assailant said,voice raspy with disuse.
He removed his hand from her mouth and pressed the knife a little deeper to get the point across.
"What do you want?" she muttered.
"The total eradication of filth like you" he said...her eyes widened and he continued "But we can't always get what we want,can we?"
He never noticed Ellen's left hand entering her left pocket and pressing a button on her recorder while he was talking.
He pulled his hood down and leaned forward before speaking into her ears in a loud,grating manner.
"I want you to apologise for what you did"
"What I-" she muttered confused.
"Don't act like you don't know,whore." he shouted, eyes widening and face twisting in rage.
The hypothetical switch was turned off,a second later his face settling back into it's normal state of apathy.
"What you did with that man in that house" he finished
"Y-y-you mean 'sex'?" she said,trying to get as much as she could from the 'conversation'.
"Yes,you moron" the man growled.
"And you're gonna die for it" he said,beginning to apply more force to her throat.
"W-wait,why are you doing this? Who are you?" she said desperately trying to stall for time for a passerby to notice what was going ,none did the time of the day and the area of town not helping her cause.
"...huh...the thing is even I don't remember...but...you can call me... 'Jack'."
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The strange man started singing...
"Ceasar's don't fear the Reaper"
"but do the wind and the sun and the rain"
"We can be like they are" he rasped
He rendered her unable to voice her throat by making a precise cut. She was still alive but her vocal cords had been slit,Jack's knowledge of the human body was remarkable in it's chaotic precision.
"Come on,baby"
"Don't fear the Reaper"
"Baby take my hand"
He dragged her body to the back seat,her attempts to struggle feeble in comparison to his inhuman strength. He started his work,slashing the knife this way and that across her face.
"Don't fear the Reaper"
"We'll be able to fly"
"Don't fear the Reaper"
It was blatant that if she was still able to,Ellen would have been screaming. He held her down and grabbed her hair. Parting her hair,he made a clean round cut on it as she struggled feebly. The clinical cut opened a round patch of skin which Jack removed.
"la la la la la"
"la la la la la" he trailed off.
Her struggles slowly weakening,Jack's intensified as he cut through at inhuman speeds. He placed his hand in her head,Ellen's eyes were going distant but she was still alive for every minute of the act...
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She obviously felt the pain before her lights went dark as her brain was...yanked out if her head.
"Don't fear the Reaper" he simply said as he stared at her vacant eyes.
The windows parted at the house providing Anthony ample view of Ellen's car. Wondering why she hadn't left yet,he raced down the steps realising something was wrong. He opened his front door,his worries seemingly confirmed by the flash of blinding light in her car. He sped up and reached her car and opened it's door...Anthony fell back suddenly,the sight in front of him rendering him unable to speak for a few moments.
Ellen lay with her eyes glazed over prone in her car,a patch of skin lying messily in a pool of quickly congealing blood.
Anthony screamed.
***
Tom's features looked decidedly haggard as he listened to the recording from the device procured from the crime scene. He was withholding evidence from the other officers on the case but at this point he could care less.
""...huh...the thing is even I don't remember...but...you can call me... 'Jack'."
He heard a thud and heavy breathing,probably from her assailant. He heard the bastard start singing "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult chillingly and he crushed the styrofoam cup in his hand in a fit of rage.
He heard the car door opening and the man that Ellen had been cheating with,Anthony scream.
Just like he'd thought,the man had been innocent though they had already taken him in for questioning.
"I'm going to get...no,I'm going to kill that murderer"
***
Siluet stared at the television screen in the motel room that he'd closed himself up in for the last few days. The local news channel he was on was showing footage of a forensic scientist sans her brain,another victim in a recent string of attacks.
He'd been recovering from his recent fit of manic depression following his arrival at the town. The supposed tales of his species' supposed fragile state after disaster was right.
"It's about time I-" Siluet grabbed a recently acquired trenchcoat from a hook before wearing it over his human form.
"get back to work" he finished.