Wings For A Nightmare

It Had No Face.

*Alleyway, 10:45PM*

A chill ran through Detective Tates' back as she got out of her black painted car, a normally peculiar occurrence in the middle of summer, but as the dirty blond investigator would comment, the small mountain town of Oak Haven had been conspicuously cold since the streak of murders began.

Det. Tates
(Come on Diana, there's something you are overlooking, you Know there is...)

The detective started unconsciously biting her purple polished thumb nail as she scoured the entrance of the clandestine brothel, now wrapped in police tape and left abandoned to its own luck, it had been 3 weeks since the local force was called after a series of maddened yells and agonizing screams were Heard inside the walls of the building. Unsurprisingly, none of the patrons or the prostitutes present that night have claimed any involvement ever since.

Det. Tates
It's impossible that a man and a woman both get mangled in a room and the culprit manages to somehow leave no marks to identify them...it defies logic...

The detective had now moved to the crime scene proper, a terrible and gruesome sight: the bodies were found on the bed, eviscerated from groin to chest and their skulls crushed by a force so terrible pieces of brain matter still remained stuck on the adjacent wall of the velveted bedroom.

Tates steadied herself for a second as the fresh memory of the murder came back Into her head, like a predator that lurks just below the surface, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Shaking the crawling feeling of dread on the back of her neck, Tates readjusted her black leather jacket and took a step further, her hazelnut eyes trying to adjust to the mood lighting of the illegal establishment, before surrendering and turning on her flashlight. This would be the Third time the detective would study this room.

The bodies were, obviously and mercifully, no longer present. They had been identified as a foraneous man in his 40s on a business trip and a 22 year old black woman that had no relatives in the secluded town, most likely an intentional situation, which made it Even more difficult to find a pattern to the killings that had been going on for 6 weeks at Oak Haven.

Suddenly, an electric voice of an elder man was heard on the crime scene. It came from Detective Tates' belt.

Sheriff
*bzzt* Come in, Detective Tates, do You read me Over?

Tates reached down to take the radio, finding her fingers curiously trembling as they neared the device. "This room isn't that cold".

She thought, brushing the occurrence aside, but something in the back of her mind could not sit still.

Det. Tates
Detective Tates hearing You loud and clear chief, Over.

Sheriff
Tates where the hell have You been? I've been trying to contact You for the last 5 minutes!

There was a brief pause as Tates pondered. Was she this absorbed by her examination of the room that she failed to hear the Sheriff's voice...? That strange feeling on the back of her head grew slightly.

Det. Tates
I...don't know what to tell You chief, I am sorry. ...I'm here now, what's the situation?

Sheriff
Nevermind that kid, we need you back at the station. There has been a...developpment on the murder cases.

Tates looked around the trashed room before answering, paying close attention to the walls that still contained some gore on them.

Det. Tates
What happened? Another attack?

Sheriff
Surprisingly, no: it's a witness.

Another pause.

Det. Tates
...I'm on my way.