A strange figure in a trench coat emerged from an ally. "Sir, this is a crime scene. You are not allowed to enter." Said the obvious, nervous police officer. "The more reason to do so" "Hi my name is Brian Holmes, I'm a consultant with the NYDP" said the not so recently unknown figure. Who didn't hesitate a second and entered the crime scene by jumping over the police tape. "So who's the lucky one today?" "Not so lucky though, all of her blood was drained. But no signs of how the killer did this." Said Lester, a well known detective. "Not even signs of an entry hole by which the killer drained the blood?" "Well, there is something. There appears to be some kind of marks on the victim's right hand..." "Those look like marks as if the victim was grabbed by the hand!" "Yes, but these aren't any ordinary marks, if these were have to be made by another hand.." "The killer must have hands so hot, they burn the skin as if you put a steak on the grill!" Both men said in choir. "Hey, now that we are talking about steak and grill, care to join my son's birthday? We're going to grill some hands on our grill, 7 PM?" "Nah, I've got plans of my own." "Not even to celebrate our ten yer anniversary working together?" "That was two weeks ago, but no, my fridge is stuffed and I'm allergic to cow meat" "No problem, we'll let you know when we find anything about miss steak hand!" "I'd be grilled!" "Hey Holmes, need a ride? It's poring like an outdoor shower!" "I appreciate your concern, but I've got my trusty old coat!".
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The Light Taker
HorrorA dead woman whose blood is drained, burned hands as if she was taken to hell by devil himself and a detective who is desperate to prove that demons don't exist.
