Walking towards the alley, I could see pale faced cops standing on the sidewalk, blocking the way into the dimly lit alleyway.

As I approach, another cop rushes out of the alley before bending double and emptying the contents of his stomach onto the street.

I take a step to one side to avoid the worst of the mess, and meet the eye of Captain Steiner.

"Detective Martin,"  Captain Steiner meets my eyes.  He's clearly rattled by whatever is in the alley, "Hope you have a stronger stomach than the rest of us."  His tone is distant, like he's disassociating himself from whatever they found.

"Show me the way,"  I say. I can already smell the coppery scent of blood on the air.

Captain Steiner nods, then waves for me to follow.

The alley is dark, and narrow, not quite wide enough to drive an automobile down.  The only light I can see down the damp corridor between the two warehouses is coming from a couple of flashlights a short distance ahead.

Without really thinking about it, I pull my flashlight and thumb it on, lighting the way.

When I see a hint of blood lazily running from down the alley, pooling in a puddle a couple of paces ahead, I make a point of stepping around it. 

"Must be a lot of blood?"  I make it half question, half statement.  Captain Steiner turns his head to meet my eyes.  I'd swear that he's three shades lighter than when we entered the alley.  He doesn't say anything as he continues towards the crime scene.

As we near the crime scene, the blood on the ground has become so abundant that it's impossible not to step in it as we approach. Just how many victims are there?

I begin to slow, an uneasy feeling steeling over me, as if my skin doesn't fit quite right.  My eyes travel towards where the other officer's flashlights are pointed.

There are strange symbols, painted in broad red swaths of color along the walls.  It takes me a few seconds to realize that it's blood.

I don't know how long I stood there, looking at the symbols, but I became aware of Captain Steiner looking at me expectantly, as if anticipating me saying something.

I take a deep breath and force myself to direct my flashlight to the one place that everyone seems to be avoiding looking, the middle of the alley between the two murals of blood.

For several heartbeats, it's as if my mind can't quite acknowledge what I'm looking at.  

Laying in the middle of a small sea of blood is a porcelain white body, an almost startling contrast with the crimson that surrounds it.

Watching where I step, my heart roaring in my ears, I move slowly closer to the scene.  

It quickly becomes obvious that this is no ordinary body.  Some distant part of my mind tells me that I'm looking at multiple victims, a patchwork of body parts all sown together to create this horrible, beautiful, abomination before me.

I fight down the bile at the back of my throat and force myself to really look at the body.  It looks like most of the victims were female, possibly with a single male victim.

The arms, legs are feminine, the torso sporting what is probably C-cup breasts with perfect pale nipples at their peaks.  Between it's legs is a penis, probably ten inches long even limp.

Around me, the others are all watching me, seeing how I respond to what is before me.  But I dont care.  My shine my flashlight higher on the body until the beam of light reaches it's head.

A fan of long black hair is spread out around the head like a black aurora.  For a split second, I think that the head has been attached backwards, but the more horrifying truth is that there is a layer of skin stretched over the face and sown into place, making it look like the head has no face.