Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 19:08:14 No.66848490 Report

>>66848413
Schizo E1 epilogue

Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 20:44:14 No.66850973 Report

>>66848490
>>66850732
>Just as the call claimed, there they are. Two subjects, a male and female embracing on a park bench. I note the blackened brown slick underneath them. It's blood. You get used to it. I step forward and prod at the two with my night stick. Dead as a doornail. I sigh, the two can't be over twenty. The stench is starting to get to me. I look back to my partner, his face strewn up into a grimace.
>"I need you to come here while I pull them apart. Wear gloves." I tell Gray.
>He clears his throat. "Alright.' I watch as he whips out his sterilized gloves, matching mine now. I pull and the two collapse, rigor mortis not setting in yet. Good god he's stabbed to shit. I spy the weapon near my foot. Gray steps in to help me set the woman aside.
>I take a look over the human man. Stab wounds, too many to count. Dead on scene. I thumb through is pockets. Phone and a wallet. I drop them into an evidence bag.
>"Hey Rick you don't suppose she's the Wendy that went missing last night?" My stomach lurches.
>"God I hope not." From what I remember the poor girl was barely eighteen. I reach into the compy's pockets now. Also finding a phone. No wallet.
>"I"m gonna phone the station real quick." Gray says
>"Go on, I think we're almost done here." I reach down and bag the knife as well. Pretty clear what happened here. Murder suicide.
>I hear Gray making the call, I see my breath in the cold air, illuminated by lamplight. Gotta be three AM now.
>Gray returns. Oh no.
>"Matches." I suck air in. Son of a bitch.
>"Call the boys to come nab the bodies, no threat or anything. We're done." I nod to him, he calls it in.
>I dread doing this. Having to have someone ID a body is a nightmare.
>We stick around to make sure no one interferes with the bodies before they're picked up to be ID'd, the bagged evidence handed over to a detective. We ride down to the coroner's office and are prepared to make a call.
cont

Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 20:47:41 No.66851057 Report

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>>66850973
>I sit out front, waiting. I go through the speech in my head. Same as it ever was.
>I spy the woman as she comes in. Matches her to a T. This is gonna suck.
>She doesn't say anything as she gets to the front desk. Her hair razzled, red and messy. She's tired, terrified, worried. I sigh and lead her back. We silently step through a few hallways, ending up in the room. There the bag is. Slightly opened. I stand at the doorway as the mother walks in. Her steps are slow, calculated, empty.
>It's instant. The break. Sobbing, pleading. Begging a merciless god.
>"I'm so sorry, ma'am." I place a hand on her shoulder as she lets it out.
>I can only watch as this woman loses herself in front of me. Finally after a while she's ready to go. The shell of the woman that walked in here walks out, a piece of her dying right then and there. I swallow hard. Hate this part of the job.

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