He concentrated on his breathing as his sneakers hit the pavement, his body covered in sweat, music blasting in his eardrums. Mew was used to this morning routine.
Running had always helped him release stress. He could see the sun start to rise in the distance, he liked his dawn runs it felt like there was no one else in the world but him. He felt free as the wind glided through his hair.
He took a pause feeling his heart thunder within him. He had felt so frustrated when he woke up this morning. What the fuck was wrong with him, having wet dreams like a 15 year old boy. That shit had not happened in a while and it was pathetic it was happening after some mediocre eye contact. Gulfs eyes flashed in his mind but he quickly dismissed the image.
He looked at his watch, 6:08 AM.He had been running for an hour, and it felt amazing. His limbs were loose his muscles weren't tense anymore and the headache he had yesterday was long gone. He closed his eyes and breathed in the morning air. Suddenly he could smell... no fucking way... lavender? His eyes snapped open.
He saw a figure trotting his way , the sun behind the man didn't allow Mew to get a look at his face. He's first thought had been it was Ice Beauty but he could tell by the built of this man it wasn't him. He chuckled at his silliness "get a grip Suppasit" he mumbled as he stretched his arms once again.
The man trotted past him, and the smell of lavender became stronger. Mew couldn't help but glance at the guy. Was everyone wearing lavender scent now? How come he never noticed before? Was it because it reminded him of Gulf that he paid attention to it now? He shook his head and began to run again letting his thoughts of Gulf wonder freely in his mind.
Later At the station
"Anything on this body that shouldn't be there? Or is it like the last 2 " Mild said while munching on an apple.
"Seriously Mild!?" Saint gawked at him and glanced over at Gulf who just shrugged his shoulders.
"What?!? I'm HUNGRY!!!" He complained " why are you being such a baby anyways! You know eating around dead bodies doesn't bother me, it shouldn't bother you either Mr.Coroner!" Mild yelled
Saint couldn't help but scoff at him " why are we friends with him Gulf?!? Why???!!!!!" Mild just shrugged his shoulder dismissing the comment.
"Okay children settle down" Gulf said with a slight smile on his face. His friends were the only people who got to enjoy this side of him as long as they were alone.
" okay stop smiling you psycho it freaks me out! " teased Saint.
He went back to working on the body in front of him. The girl was beautiful even when dead , but it made no difference to the 3 guys in that room. Mild and Saint didn't bat for that team and well Gulf... he probably needed an oil change or something. The last time Saint remembers Gulf being in a relationship was before the murder of his parents, and we all hated that guy for leaving him alone in his hardest time.
"Nothing, he bleached her as well" said Saint after a moment "her hair has been washed, her body cleaned with bleach we've got nothing under the nails, and the mouth only has residue
the black rose left behind" he sighed
"Her stomach doesn't contain anything out of the ordinary, only thing we know is that chloroform is in her bloodstream " he said while glancing at his notes.
" So he sedates them first, carries them to another location, where he preps them. We know they're still alive when they leave that location by the time of death" Gulf says reviewing what they know " he then places them in the new location, my guess is he waits for them to wake up and then injects them and watches them die, he enjoys that" the statement sends shivers down Saint's and Mild's back.
"How bout her blood type?" He asks Saint
"AB, it doesn't seem like that's why he's choosing them" says Saint while looking at Gulf
Gulf nodded " Okay so they don't fall into the same blood type, height or age. The only common factor right now is that all the victims have been female.So then what makes him choose them?" He wondered out loud.
Before anyone could respond the rhetorical question a knock interrupted, Mild and Saint automatically glanced to the doorway, Gulf continued to observe the body without acknowledging whoever it was.
"Mew!" Exclaimed Mild as he jumped up from the swivel chair " what brings you here, and I see you're not alone today"
"This is Pruk, my partner" Zee stepped forward and smiled. Mild extended his hand "I'm Mild, this is Saint and that robot over there is Gulf"
Saint nodded and turned away making his way to Gulf, Zee's eyes followed him closely, Mild couldn't help but smile.
Saint reached Gulf and wrapped his arm around his shoulder " Wow, talk about a double kill team, are these detectives or models" he whispered to Gulf.
Mew felt himself tense up as he watched how comfortable Saint was with his arm around the Ice Beauty. Zee frowned at the sight as well, they looked too chummy.
Gulf ignored Saints comment and without looking in their direction asked " so why are you here?"
Saint squeezed his shoulder and rolled his eyes at him for the tone, Mew narrowed his eyes at the two man who were embraced.
"We have a new victim, don't we? " Gulf asked,
that caught Mew by surprise , Gulf finally turned and made eye contact, once again he felt a jolt of electricity but he didn't allow any reaction to show.
Mew looked at him and nodded.