Life's no fun without a good scare

[thalassino]

It starts some time around 3am, Tuesday morning. Thin whispers of fog start appearing all throughout Vatheon, creeping through the narrow, winding streets, up the steps, and over the park. It starts in the lower district, but as the night progresses and daylight approaches, it spreads to the other districts as well, growing thicker and thicker as it does. By the morning rolls around, the mist is thick enough that visibility has been compromised greatly, and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees, an odd chill filling the air.

And on the walls, there are stains.

They are infrequent at first, just a odd ruddy brown smear and a oddly bright red drop here and there, but the closer to the Plaza, the more numerous they become. There is a large smear across the steps leading up to the Plaza, as if something big was dragged up them. In one place the blood -- for it is blood, there is no deny it at this point -- pools thickly as if whoever was responsible took a casual break there, leaving the poor victim to bleed out on the steps.

On the plaza, the mist is thinner, but that is no relief. Rather, it just functions to make the gruesome scene all the more clearer.

A woman is draped upside down on the coral. Or, well, woman. It was once a woman, certainly, but now it is nothing more than something straight out of a nightmare. The flesh seems to have been torn carelessly from her limbs here and there, showing the white gleam of her bones, her nurse outfit torn as if raked apart by giant claws and her head...

well, it isn't there anymore.

The ground in front of her is smeared with blood as well. But where the previous smears had been accidental, these are deliberate, long lines curving and meeting to spell out



hel pm e


But no help had been forthcoming, clearly. No, it seems that this murder, this brutal murder, was nothing more than a game to whoever did it. The walls of the buildings surrounding the plaza are coated in bloody, spelling out a long string of mocking 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's and directly in the center, behind the coral.


Who is next?


The notice board seems to have been hit too. The killer did not tear down any of the notices on the board already, but they did cover the entire board with blood-stained sheets of paper, each adorned with the same text over and over and over again.


Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop chop till she's dead
Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop off her hand and head.


For those brave enough to check, no, the poor girl still has both her hands. Was the killer just sloppy, or does this mean this is not Charlotte? So many unanswered questions, more born every passing moment.

Who had done this? Why? Where they going to strike again? And why had nobody heard anything?





[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.

And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on. ]

Comments

[rainbowarch]

[Cosette...oh he had seen her around a few times. Cielo didn't know much about her aside from her name.

Muraki's hand on his shoulder reminds him of Serph's, and some of his anger fades.]

There was someone from where I come from that hurt people because he liked it.

[He was one of them.]

[lamorteblanc]

I see. Most beings have to give in to their primal blood lust at some point or another. Others know best when to reel it in and when to let loose.

[ And he's one of those.

Bit of a breath as he draws his hand away. ]

Perhaps it's up to us to clear this away, take the body back to the clinic and give it a formal autopsy in order to give those who wish to look into this case a little something to mull over, hm?

[rainbowarch]

Ja, we shouldn't leave it here.

[The bubble has had quite enough shock for one day.]

You need me to get anything?

[lamorteblanc]

[ A frown as he considers this, eyeing the blood and the corpse with the slightest wrinkle of his nose. ]

...yes. A body bag and a gurney. We must begin our preparations on the autopsy. If it isn't any trouble, you should ask the head nurse if she'd want a hand in that.

But I'm certain there would be the local investigators who would still want a crack at this. Perhaps we should wait a bit more.

[rainbowarch]

[He nods.]

You just tell me when.

[Cielo's a good, hard worker who takes his job seriously.]

Do you think the other nurses are in danger?

[He also includes himself in that, but his main concern is the others.]

[lamorteblanc]

Of course. The sooner the better.

[ Meat doesn't do well out in public despite the fact they were under water. ]

We can't tell for certain but better to be safe than sorry if you'd want my opinion.

[ A glance back at him. ]

Take care of yourself as well, Cielo. No sense in staying at the clinic longer than necessary.

[ madman he may be, he was still a doctor. ]

[rainbowarch]

Ja, I will.

[He gives a grin.]

But if whoever did this came after me, I'd give them a fight.

[Since he doesn't know who the culrpit is or what they're capable of, he can't say for certain he'd win. But he'd make sure to at least give them scars to remember him by.]

[lamorteblanc]

I have to applaud your courage, really, however I would rather you not put yourself in any unnecessary danger. We're short staffed as it is and if we end up with another case on our hands, I'd hate to have to perform an autopsy on you next.

[ Taking the time to stamp out his cigarette after taking one last drag. ]

Best we not waste any more time. Ten minutes should do. Then we begin.

[rainbowarch]

[He understands. He would most like to not have an autopsy performed on himself either.]

Then I'll go get body bag and the gurney, ja? Be back soon.

[He transforms and takes off into the air, making a direct line to the clinic. He returns a short time later in human form with the items.]