this is the middle of a story i started to write it may seem a bit fucked up but its one of my darker horror writings sorry for the awful punctuation btw its still a work in progress :p
She took a deep breath, then smiled and carried on walking. You don't expect a normal Monday morning to be so stressful, but Carrie had no choice, and this, she found was the best way of dealing with it. Walking down the dark corridor she could hear shouting in the distance it was getting louder as she made her way to her office. Same old room, desk full of clutter, stained coffee mugs and filing cabinets making the room seem like a prison cell, But what was in those filing cabinets was worse than prison, it was worse than hell. She slumped herself into her chair waiting for the shouting to die down, she knew it was her turn next, it was routinal, it also seemed to wake her up a little more so in that sense she was grateful. Stamping feet could be heard charging down the corridor at a rapid pace, this was it. 'ARMSTRONG' damn here he comes, his round stomach filled the doorway, he was a short man with thinning hair and an unsightly moustache. It was the main topic of the jokes that were passed around the offices and yet in the five years that Carrie had been working here she had never seen him catch any one of the culprits making the jokes. Some head of police he was.
'I WANT A FULL SCALE ON THIS O.K? NO SKIPPING ANYTHING LIKE YOUR LAST REPORT', why couldn’t he just talk like normal people?
"Yes chief I’ve got it all under wraps this time and I’ve got cooper helping me out on the job" now this was one answer she knew she was going to get a big seeing to about
"YOU BETTER MAKE SURE THAT DAMN KIDS ON HIS TOES OR ITS YOUR NECK ON THE LINE I DONT WANT HIM MUCKING UP LIKE THE LAST TIME YOU TWO WERE PUT TOGETHER" what he didn’t know was that it was Carries fault he screwed up.
"I'll put him in his place you can count on me chief" she stared at him for a few minutes then he turned and grumbling to himself he stomped out of the room ready to harass his next victim just down the hall, she thought to herself, poor hunter its his turn for a rollicking next! She laughed to herself. Suddenly the door swung open. She could see it was going to be one of those busy days today but to her surprise it was Cooper. He came and sat on her desk
"ready to have some fun?" he stared at her seductively with his dark blue eyes, his soft dark hair flowing past his eyes to his nose "you know I’m always up for some fun and games with you" she gave him a sexy smile got up from her desk and then walked towards him he waited for her to come close enough until he had the chance but she brushed past him towards the filing cabinet.
"Dammit Carrie why are you always leading me on?" with a frustrated look upon his face
"Because you’re a cop you’re supposed to chase after the bad girls" she gave him a wink and pulled out the file
"Now lets get down to business" his eyes glowed and he gave a cocky comeback "on the desk then?" she rolled her eyes "is that all you ever think about?" he paused for a moment thinking to himself
"Well would you like to know what I'm thinking about doing to you now?" She sighed
"No thank you remind me never to ask you that question again, will ya?" he looked with a disappointed face
"At least I can say I tried" she opened the file and he moved over closer to her to get a look at the contents of it. "Do you remember the address of ed and Sophia Moore? Cause we have to pick them up for questioning today" he stared at the ceiling
"Uh.....I have it in my office somewhere let me go check"
He walked out of the room and Carrie couldn’t help but stare at the uniform, covering his muscular body, walk out of the doorway of her office. She twiddled her thumbs waiting for his return staring at the ceiling she thought to herself how much better it would be if she was sat at home with a cup of tea in front of the TV or better still in bed with someone laying next to her keeping her side warm. She longed to have a partner but the thought of committing herself was unthinkable. He strolled back in with a small post it note in his hand but she didn’t stare at his hand she stared at his face she knew that she was falling for him but he was young and her work partner, it would never had worked anyway she wouldn’t want it to not after what had already happened to her.
“Save it in your phone I’ve had enough of all the prank calls I get back, it’s ridiculous” she smiled at him in a daze and then realised what she was doing. She snapped back to reality and snatched the post it off of him. She shoved it in her pocket and walked towards the door. “What are you waiting for?” she slid out of the door and with that James Cooper rushed out, following after her.
The homely looking, light painted room, had something wrong with it. She walked through the door and instantly recognised what had gone on. It was drenched in blood. There was a body on the floor and the remnants of it were trawled across the cream coloured, dirtied carpet. There was also a body laid over a sofa it didn’t move. Moving closer towards it, it was plain to see the body had been decapitated but rather than a clean slice through the neck you could see that it had been hacked off so violently that you could tell the murderer was not your average sort of guy and you could tell the victim had gone through some immense pain. The cases that Amelia had dealt with before were pretty tame compared to this and this was only the living room. She made her way into the kitchen and found another body sprawled across the kitchen table it was laced in blood which dripped off the large oak piece in the middle of the room. Amelia noticed that in the two rooms that she had entered, although you could see the bodies, they had no heads. Such an incident didn’t usually happen in her line of work. She remembered back to a few years ago when she had to check out a shooting, when she read through what had happened at the house, it was like nothing she could have ever imagined. She entered the scene of the crime and found that a mother and son had been forced into a corner with bruises all over their bodies. The mother had clenched to the young boy screaming for the man to kill her and to leave her son alone, but by this time they had both been shot in the head. Daddy didn’t like it that mummy had lied to him about who his ‘son’ was and obviously made an attempt to attack the biological father after killing them but didn’t get the chance after police caught him out through the work of forensics on his wife and her child’s body. Amelia shook her head trying to forget the memories of that day it had left her with nightmares for weeks and she used to always check at her daughters crib to make sure she was ok. The biggest fear in her life was losing her baby and after the things that she had seen in her line of work she was always afraid of what the world would do to her. After searching the kitchen for the head of the battered corpse on the kitchen table and not discovering anything she turned to the next door and slowly moved towards it to see what would be behind it. Again there was more bloodshed. A familiar voice full of concern cried out to her “Amelia I need you to come take a look at this” she slowly turned and walked out of the room feeling a little nervous of what she was going to have to face next.
She gave him a cold look and whispered something into his ear. They seemed suspicious they weren’t giving clear facts but she decided she had to give them the benefit of the doubt due to the fact that they had just found out that their sons girlfriend had been killed. “thank you for your time anyway” she got up and signalled for James to follow her “we’ll give you a call” they both left the room and looked at each other “was it just me or was there something not right with them” she looked at him for the answer “just you” she scowled and found that his answer wasn’t the one she was looking for “you judge people too quickly remember we don’t know the whole of the story or facts yet were just giving information and trying to get something back from it” she knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it one day he would be a good cop but for now he was just a minor in the station and he had no right to accuse her of being wrong he knew no different. He walked out of the room and Carrie couldn’t help but stare at the uniform, covering his muscular body, walk out of the doorway of her office. She twiddled her thumbs waiting for his return staring at the ceiling she thought to herself how much better it would be if she was sat at home with a cup of tea in front of the TV or better still in bed with someone laying next to her keeping her side warm. She longed to have a partner but the thought of committing herself was unthinkable. He strolled back in with a small post it note in his hand but she didn’t stare at his hand she stared at his face she knew that she was falling for him but he was young and her work partner, it would never had worked anyway she wouldn’t want it to not after what had already happened to her.
“Save it in your phone I’ve had enough of all the prank calls I get back, it’s ridiculous” she smiled at him in a daze and then realised what she was doing. She snapped back to reality and snatched the post it off of him. She shoved it in her pocket and walked towards the door. “What are you waiting for?” she slid out of the door and with that James Cooper rushed out, following after her.
The homely looking, light painted room, had something wrong with it. She walked through the door and instantly recognised what had gone on. It was drenched in blood. There was a body on the floor and the remnants of it were trawled across the cream coloured, dirtied carpet. There was also a body laid over a sofa it didn’t move. Moving closer towards it, it was plain to see the body had been decapitated but rather than a clean slice through the neck you could see that it had been hacked off so violently that you could tell the murderer was not your average sort of guy and you could tell the victim had gone through some immense pain. The cases that Amelia had dealt with before were pretty tame compared to this and this was only the living room. She made her way into the kitchen and found another body sprawled across the kitchen table it was laced in blood which dripped off the large oak piece in the middle of the room. Amelia noticed that in the two rooms that she had entered, although you could see the bodies they had no heads. Such an incident didn’t usually happen in her line of work. She remembered back to a few years ago when she had to check out a shooting, when she read through what had happened at the house, it was like nothing she could have ever imagined. She entered the scene of the crime and found that a mother and son had been forced into a corner with bruises all over their bodies. The mother had clenched to the young boy screaming for the man to kill her and to leave her son alone, but by this time they had both been shot in the head. Daddy didn’t like it that mummy had lied to him about who his ‘son’ was and obviously made an attempt to attack the biological father after killing them but didn’t get the chance after police caught him out through the work of forensics on his wife and her child’s body. Amelia shook her head trying to forget the memories of that day it had left her with nightmares for weeks and she used to always check at her daughters crib to make she was ok. The biggest fear in her life was losing her baby and after the things that she had seen in her line of work she was always afraid of what the world would do to her. After searching the kitchen for the head of the battered corpse on the kitchen table and not discovering anything she turned to the next door and slowly moved towards it to see what would be behind it. Again there was more bloodshed. A familiar voice full of concern cried out to her “Amelia I need you to come take a look at this” she slowly turned and walked out of the room feeling a little nervous of what she was going to have to face next.
She gave him a cold look and whispered something into his ear. They seemed suspicious they weren’t giving clear facts but she decided she had to give them the benefit of the doubt due to the fact that they had just found out that their sons girlfriend had been killed. “thank you for your time anyway” she got up and signalled for James to follow her “we’ll give you a call” they both left the room and looked at each other “was it just me or was there something not right with them” she looked at him for the answer “just you” she scowled and found that his answer wasn’t quite the one she was looking for “you judge people too quickly remember we don’t know the whole of the story or facts yet we’re just giving information and trying to get something back from it” she knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it one day he would be a good cop but for now he was just a minor in the station and he had no right to accuse her of being wrong he knew no different in her eyes “id stay quiet if I were you I think I have more experience in this game than you’ll ever have and you have to remember that im the one who will be filing your report to the head so I wouldn’t get on the bad side of me if you know what I mean” she turned on her heels and walked down the street.
‘Wow she has a nice ass’ he stared as she wiggled down the street the relationship between them was a confusing one given the circumstances. He had lusted after her the day that he arrived but she always seemed on/off with him from day one. One minute she was nice and the next she was a total bitch, which was probably the thing that turned him on most about her. She was feisty and good looking which is what he had always wanted in a woman the only problem with her is she was so unpredictable. She wasn’t the kind of women which he wanted to end up 20 years down the line with. He thought to himself while traipsing slowly after her how he had always longed to find a girl who was the type that wanted to settle down and raise a family how Carrie wouldn’t fit the persona but would be great if she did because she was one hell of a beautiful women. Trying to control himself was hard, especially after everything that happened. But personality wise she was very bossy and controlling and generally a bit of a tease she was a bad cop everyone around the station knew it yet he just couldn’t resist. She was just a big tease but that’s where James had the advantage he knew she had a bit of a soft spot for him although he never would have imagined things would have turned out the way things did.
The night it all happened James had gone to the Chief’s birthday party with Jason Hunter who he had been assigned with on his first case. He noticed Carrie from across the room her perfectly placed hair graced her porcelain face her glimmering eyes and her curvy body wrapped in a slinky black little dress but she was surrounded by guys so he paid no attention. Drinks started getting heavy and everyone started getting very rowdy, so when Carrie decided to get drunk and flirt with half the force there was bound to be trouble. He remembered how she lost the sparkle in her eyes and a glaze took over, she started to lose control of herself and slur her words she was a wreck. James had been watching her all night and how she flirted with them, but then turned away, not wanting any attention even through her state of half drunkenness and so when he saw five of his work colleague’s drag her out of the hall he thought it a bit suspicious as to why she would want to go back with them after pushing them away. He crept down the corridor away from where the party was being held following their every move as they slithered outside onto the streets. By this time it was late and there was a wallowing dark outside with only the dim streetlamps lighting the way. The five men seemed to grasp at Carrie trying to keep her upright as her legs caved in on themselves they dragged her limp body down an alley and through a park until they came to what looked like a set of grubby council estates. James’ mind was spinning what the hell was happening where were they taking her? He crept towards the door of the flats and pulled the door open, as it creaked, he heard screams he could tell it was Carrie he jumped up the stairs as fast as possible in a weird sense of worry that shot through his body like a stream of machine gun fire. His assumptions were right she wasn’t willingly with them. It made him sick to his stomach knowing that men of trust, of honour, of law could even think of such a thing let alone attempt it; he had to stop them no one deserved to have that done to them. He paced the corridor he couldn’t let them know he was here and if he did he had to make it out that he wasn’t there to go against them. He heard thumps and muffled noises from a door marked 175 he had to think of a plan of action he couldn’t barge in and hurl accusations around it would make the situation worse and he would not be able to hold down 4 members of the police force by himself. He slipped through the door carefully trying not to make any noise and walked into the room where the men were laid on the bed with Carrie half naked her eyes half open and she seemed like she was trying to move away from them “Hey guys, is it ok if I hang with you lot? The party started to get boring”
“Sure whatever” he sat on the bed as he watched them fondling Carrie as she tried kicking them away one grabbed her arm and pinned her arm to the bed as another grabbed at both her legs and held them to the bed he felt sick having to watch this but knew he had to wait
“Quick grab her other arm” another man forced her arm onto the mattress as she slurred something which was unrecognisable he knew he had to think fast
“Her guys she isn’t going to come out of the rest of her clothes easily let me sort her out” they were quite drunk he could see it in their eyes; he might be able to pull this off if his timing was right. “just get her fucking clothes off this tart is waiting for a screw you can see it, its not like she’d say no to any of us” there was no remorse in their faces they were making excuses to do this James felt like he was going to be ill he could she there was tears streaming down Carries face she knew she didn’t have a chance against them the best way would be to let them get it over and done with she didn’t have the agility or energy to try to escape. He lifted her up and dragged her to the bathroom locking the door behind him. Looking out the window he could see there was a small balcony below that was easy to climb down to this was the only way out as long as he could lift her down there then they couldn’t get her. He covered her mouth in case she thought she was going to scream he came close to her ear pulled across her blonde hair and whispered “don’t worry I wont hurt you I’m getting you away from them assholes” her eyes seemed to calm down she gave a weak smile which he could feel on his hand “play along with me ok?” she nodded her head “you bitch take them off TAKE EM OFF” he screamed at the door for the officers to hear “no leave me alone” James kicked the toilet seat “TAKE EM OFF” he edged her onto the window and lifted her down to the balcony that seemed a hell of a lot farther away than he realised she landed sharply onto it and sat waiting for James to rescue her. “Hurry up man we haven’t got all day, don’t knock her out we want to get some action out of her” he knew he’d have to stall them for time. “I got to try and rip them off she isn’t going to get out of them easily” he called to her to scream she screamed from the bottom of her throat and then heard her collapse onto the floor shit not now he climbed out of the window onto the balcony and lifted her head Carrie we’re going to get out of this together. He lifted her to the next balcony and came to the elevator which they took to the bottom floor thank god we got out. He heard banging down the stairs shit they must of realised he looked over and found a ford escort which he knew would be easy to hot wire it was the only way he was going to get away from them in time he smashed the window so he could open the door good old fords the alarms never work when you want them to breaking into the car he opened the back seat and gently lifted Carrie onto the backseat before slamming the door behind her and hopping into the drivers seat. He ripped at the wires that were under the steering wheel and attempted to put the ignition wires together. He could see in the interior mirror that the cops were running out of the doors towards his car if they got him now they would kill him without a second thought they were cops, they could easily get rid of evidence that this night had even happened, and that was what made them the most dangerous peoples in the world. He fiddled at the wires trying desperately to get the car to start. And this is the major disadvantages to a ford. They ran closer to the car at an alarming rate but the car engine began as they seemed no more than a few feet away and he hit his foot to the accelerator speeding the car out into the distance leaving the cops with nothing but vague memories of that night and a cloud of petrol smoke with the dirt and dust flying into their faces. He never saw their faces in the station again. He was glad he didn’t because he would have never known what he had done to them if he was alone with each one of them.
It was covered over the walls, ceiling, floor, furniture you name it, there was blood on it. The whole of the upstairs loft conversion was a graveyard there was heads everywhere and they were obviously from the bodies downstairs but it didn’t add up there was more heads than there were bodies downstairs. Where the hell were the rest of the bodies? The most amazing piece in the room though was the mural painted on the wall it was covering the whole of one wall and had pictures of what looked like children who were crying, reaching out to what looked like two buildings. The twin towers. The worst was that the pictures were painted in the blood of the corpses. “Oh my dear god” Amelia could feel the hurt inside her this was room was unbelievable and whoever had done this had a serious mental problem. “We still haven’t located the other 30 bodies that belong to the heads in here apart from the three bodies that are downstairs one in the kitchen one in the living room and one in the dining room” throughout the whole of the time that Amelia had known Clint she had never ever seen him shed a single emotion in the light of everything that he had seen for the 5 years she had been associated with him.
