Snuff III The Final Chapter

PRELUDE

So as you all know the two founders of the filthy pictures film company were killed. The employees were dead, some arrested, and the whole ordeal was over. The detectives, and people in the city thought they were safer. Thought that everything was going back to the way it used to be. They had mourned the ones they lost but had hope for a new day and everyone was on cloud 9. So they thought. Little did they know a much worse evil was just below the surface, and their lives would change again forever. The Brooklyn police department had endured a lot but they never could have predicted the horrors that was about to come their way. The tale continues, seen through the eyes of detective troy polinsky. This is his accounts of the events that occurred.

CHAPTER ONE

It was a cold rainy afternoon, and I was sitting at my desk. The day was almost over, when suddenly I saw a few of the guys run out the door, baker saw me and told me to follow him. I knew something was up. I grabbed my stuff and headed out. I had no idea what to expect but with the way they were acting I knew it wasn't good. I asked baker what was wrong but he didn't hear me, he had already hopped into his car and was out. Mark came become me and we jumped in our car. He took the wheel and I asked him "what the hell is going on man?" he looked at me in panic in his eyes. "someone called about a disturbance at the cemetery on the east side." He replied. "what could people be doing in a cemetery?" I asked. "They said it was bad. I don't know all the details. Baker told me to head over and he ran out.' He replied. I sat there only wondering what it could be. Some teens having an orgy, or practicing witch craft? Trying to summon the dead? Wouldn't be the first time I heard something like that. Maybe a body? I wasn't sure. For them to rush out though, worried me. We got to the cemetery and it was getting dark. Rain coming down pretty good. I got out and we followed the rest of the crew. "Jeff what's going on?" I asked. Still no response. We walked through the cemetery and I recognized where we were. It had been a few years, but the chiefs daughter was buried here. I didn't like where this was going. We got to her grave and it was dug up. Her headstone had been crushed, wet sod was scattered everywhere, and the lid of her casket was opened. "oh shit" I said under my breath. Jeff got down on his hands and knees and jumped into the hole. "Be careful sir." One of the detectives yelled. "Shut up, this is my daughter damn it!" he replied. He stood there for a second and opened the casket door. We all stood there in shock what we were seeing. Her body was gone, but someone was inside. A girl laying on side. She was beaten, bloodied, and naked. "oh god" Mark said as he covered his mouth. Jeff rolled her over, he began crying. I knew he was an emotional mess already. He rolled the girl over and we all gasped. Her eyes had been taken out, and she had been mutilated. He climbed up and got out of the grave. He stood up and yelled at the top of his lungs and began to tear up. "They took her. Who wouldve done something like this?" he asked. I put on my hand on his shoulder. "who ever it was we'll find them." I replied. He walked towards his car and got in and shut the door. I felt awful for the guy. He and his family had been through so much but for someone to do this to his daughters resting place was just deplorable. Marked called me over. He was a few feet away. At Kowalski's grave. "What's up?" I asked. "We got a problem." He replied as he pointed down ward. I looked and what I saw hit me harder than anything had before. It was a heavy duty box. On the outside a pig logo. A very familiar one. "You got to be shitting me." I replied as I turned to him. "it can't be." He said as he looked at me. I heard a shout across the cemetery. One of the deputies called me over. "I'll be right back." I replied. As I walked over I heard an explosion. Everyone jolted back in shock, and I turned around. Mark was down. "Galloway!" I shouted as I ran over. He laid there on the ground, his face and neck were lacerated and burnt. The box had exploded. "come on man, we're gonna get you fixed up. Hang in there!" I yelled as I applied pressure to his neck. He tried to speak but couldn't. baker and the rest of the team ran over and called for an ambulance. "We have a man down, we need medics over at the cemetery asap!" He yelled into his walkie talkie. Jeff looked at me and looked at the box. "Jesus Christ." He said as he knelt down holding marks hand. "This can't be. We fuckin ended this!" he shouted. I sat there by my partners side and held him trying to keep him awake till the paramedics arrived. I sat there and knew it wasn't over. This was just the start to another horrible set of events. We didn't end anything. We had just threw gas on the fire.