Genesis- Rewriting

ASCENSION

“FINE.”  RAIZO SAID AND FOLLOWED HIM OUT.

A HUGE CROWD WAS GATHERED BELOW THE CHRYSLER BUILDING, MANY OF THE PEOPLE POINTING UP AND SOME EVEN TRYING TO CAPTURE VIDEOS.

THE DEPUTY BEHIND THEM, MURDOCH AND RAIZO PROCEEDED TOWARDS THE LINE OF CONTROL. ONE OF THE STATIONED OFFICERS CAME FORWARD AS SOON AS HE SAW THEM,

“A TEAM IS ON THE ROOFTOP SIR, WE SHOULD GET THE BODY DOWN SOON ENOUGH.” THE OFFICER SAID.

“ANYONE ABLE TO IDENTIFY THE VIC?” MAX ASKED

“YES SIR, THAT’S ONE MR.WOLFE, HE HAS A LAWFIRM UP ON THE 15TH FLOOR. ASSISTANT SAYS HE HADN’T ANSWERED CALLS FROM LAST NIGHT AND THEN WHEN SHE CAME IN TODAY MORNING HE WASN’T IN THE OFFICE EITHER.” THE COP INFORMED.

“GROVER, GET HOLD OF THE ASSISTANT AND ANY OTHER CLOSE RELATIVES, THE WIFE OR SO, AND BRING ‘EM AT THE PRECINCT.” MAX ORDERED THE DEPUTY.

“RIGHT AWAY SIR,” SAYING WHICH THE DEPUTY WENT TOWARDS AN AMBULANCE, NEAR WHICH A LADY WAS SOBBING.

“YOU SEE THIS RAIZO?” MAX SAID, “THIS IS THE KINDA’ SHIT  WE’VE BEEN DEALING WITH FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS, AND THE STUFF GETS MORE GROSS AND COMPLICATED AS TIME PASSES. LET’S GET UP THERE.”

THE TEAM SENT AHEAD OF THEM HAD MANAGED TO GET THE BODY FROM IT’S ORIGINAL STATE BY THE TIME THEY REACHED THE TOP. RAIZO FELT A STRANGE SENSE OF DEJA VU, THAT EAGLE HEAD BEING THE SAME ONE HE HAD SEEN RAVEN SITTING ATOP. THE SUN HAD STARTED TO SET, AND THAT PUT AN EERIE GLOW ON WOLFE’S BODY, HIS CLOTHES SPLATTERED WITH BLOOD, PROBABLY FROM HIS THROAT WHERE THE NOOSE HAD BEEN TIED, TIGHTLY, AND THE MULTIPLE WOUNDS. THE TEAM HAD A HARD TIME UNTYING IT.

“IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A HATE CRIME SIR,” A FORENSICS OFFICER SAID AS HE WALKED UP TO MURDOCH,

“THIS LOOKS LIKE THE WORK OF A MANIAC, HE HAS BEEN GUTTED FIRST....AND TH- THEN SEWN BACK.”

RAIZO COULDN’T BARE THE SITE OF IT WHEN THE VICTIMS'S SHIRT WAS OPENED UP, HE COULD BARELY STAND STRAIGHT, BUT NOR COULD HE TAKE HIS EYES OFF OF THE DEAD GUY.

“TAKE HIM TO AUTOPSY, GET ME THE TIME SLOT OF THE CRIME.” MAX SAID.

“WHO WOULD HAVE DONE SUCH A THING?” RAIZO SAID, BARELY ABLE TO VOICE HIMSELF.

“YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE ONES BEFORE, AN ENTIRE FAMILY, IN A FAR WORSE CONDITION THAN THIS DUDE HERE... IT’S LIKE THE WORLD’S FALLING APART.” MAX SAID.

“WORLDS, MAYBE.” RAIZO MUTTERED INAUDIBLY.

AFTER MURDOCH FINISHED GAHTERING REPORTS FROM A COUPLE OTHER OFFICERS, THEY LEFT THE SCENE FOR THE PRECINCT. THEY TRAVELLED WITHOUT SPEAKING TO THE OTHER, RAIZO ABASHED BY THE BRUTALITY AND COMPLEXITY OF THE SITUATION, AND MAX FRUSTRATED THAT IT WAS THE 4TH MURDER UNDER HIS WATCH.

“YOU KNOW THE WORST THING ABOUT THIS...” MAX SAID AS HE DROVE,BREAKING THE SILENCE, “WE STILL HAVEN’T GOT A SINGLE CLUE WHY THIS IS HAPPENING OR WHO IS DOING IT......ALL WE HAVE IS A FRIGGIN PSYCHO LOCKED UP.”

“WHO?” RAIZO ASKED..

“A GUY CALLED JACK, TOTAL NUTCASE.” HE REPLIED

JUST THEN, RAIZO’S PHONE VIBRATED IN HIS POCKET, THE NUMBER SEEMED FAMILIAR,

“HELLO?”

“AM I SPEAKING TO MR.RAIZO NECROSE?” A GUY SAID FROM THE OTHER SIDE IN A VERY...VERY CHEEKY VOICE, AND A DARKER UNDERTONE

“YES YOU ARE, WHO’S THIS AGAIN?”

“OH DON’T WORRY ABOUT THAT  MR.NECROSE, AND DON’T WORRY ABOUT YOUR GUURRLFRIEND EITHER...” THE CHEEKY GUY SAID AND THEN WHISPERED, “SHE’S IN SAFE HANDS.”