by Mitchell Fitzgerald

Created on: May 08, 2009

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"Bloody hell!" He cried, his hand shooting to his nose and pinching his nostrils together. "That stench!" He bellowed, voice ringing down the short corridor.

Chuckling, Felix walked on down the narrow, dark hallway, only lit by the dim light that poured through the open door behind them. "You'll have to learn to get used to that," he said. "You'll be smelling death your entire career."

Carter scowled, releasing the squeeze against his nose, but breathed through his mouth instead. Following, he watched as the head detective - and a good friend of his - turned and looked through an open doorway.

"...My...God..." Felix whispered, and Carter, metallic suitcase swinging at his side, sped and walked, following his gaze.

He swore, unable to tear his eyes from the gruesome sight.

The man sat there, propped up against the wall, unmoving. Blood was dried into the white carpet below him, forming a pool. His nose was hooked to the side, hanging off of his face. The tip of the beak met his battered and bruised skin. The left eye socket was completely destroyed, and white bone jutted from the hole, while the other eye was wide in frozen fear. Chains pinned the corpse against the crimson-smeared wall, his hands bound behind his back. A dark hammer sat at his side, stained not by the heads of nails, but by pieces of yellowed skin.

Carter was still swearing, watching as Felix walked forward, scanning the stiff, lifeless man.

Julie had grimaced as he was rolled into the autopsy room. Of course, she had seen worse in the time she'd been working in the crime lab, but to picture what this man had to go through? It must have been hell for the poor guy.

Some time into the examination of the body, she unbuttoned his shirt, and gasped at what she saw scrawled onto the skin of the chest.

"Felix!" She screamed, and his dress shoes were heard clicking down the cold floor. He threw open the door and walked in.

"Yes?"

"Look at this."

The superior of everyone in the unit walked to the table and looked down at the carcass. He scowled as he read.

"Whittaker: you will not survive."

"...Carter Whittaker." Felix said aloud, and flitted through the door and down the hall. A gunshot rang through the entire building.

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