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•Rivals•
TW : Blood, Gore, Swearing, Murder, display of tourettes (idk if it's a trigger but just in case, so I don't make any of ya'll suffer unintentionally :>)
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Blue and red lights flash as police tape covered each entrance to the crime scene, a police officer scrunched his nose in distaste at the graphic scene the scene had behold as he held the flashlight to search for evidence of the killer.
"I thought tonight was actually gonna be a normal night in this damned town.." The officer scoffed before he heard a reply from behind him.
"This is normal in this town, officer. What might you be talking about?" A woman with an off-putting smile said from the doorway, the shadows of the room and the blue and red lights making her figure look oh so menacing.
"Call it foolish hope, But I really wish the town residents get some proper therapy." He huffed in slight yet tired amusement as he turned back to the woman.
"I see you're fashionably late again, Detective Rye." he nodded to her as a greeting as his eyes followed her figure as she put on her rubber gloves and mask, immediately searching for the culprit's possible prints through the bloody massacre.
"You should know not to be surprised anymore, Officer Dean." she said with a small unsettling smile, not looking at him as she checked tha mutilated corpse for a certain engraving or note.
"I guess not." Dean hummed as he watched the detective do her work as he shined the flashlight on the corpse to help her see better.
Then there was awkward silence, it appears Dean didn't like awkward silences very much as he was the first to break it.
"So..any clue on who might be our mystery killer for today?" He sarcastically said as Rye paused in her tracks as she stared at the victim's right thigh with that same unsettling smile twitching into a frown of absolute hatred before getting strained into a smile again as she turned to the officer to her left, pointing at the corpse's thigh.
Dean raised a brow as he came closer to see what the detective was pointing at.
Just like that, goosebumps traveled across his body as his blood went cold at the engravings on the corpse's thigh. Such a simple thing but oh so valuable and fear enducing.
He gulped as he opened his mouth to read it out loud. "#130. Jesus Christ, help the people of this town for the devil herself has struck again." his voice trembled as he spoke with sweat rolling down his, praying to ay God that could possibly hear him.
"God has forsaken the people of this town long ago, officer. I'm sure she knows that already.." Rye spoke with such venom lacing her tone as her eyes narrowed but her sinister smile remained.
