|| Harvest Of Flesh || Eyeless jack x male!Oc || Creepypasta

V. Fun Ride To Work

The early morning commute was always a quiet time for Lewis. He savoured the peace and quiet of his car while a light breeze blew through the window. But today everything was different. Instead of the usual quiet hum of the engine, a Miley Cyrus song was playing. At full volume. It seemed to Lewis that even twenty meters from the car, one could hear the song playing on the radio. He could barely hear his own thoughts.

"Hilton, please turn down the music," Lewis asked, but the detective either didn't seem to hear him or simply ignored him and continued to nod his head to the beat.

Apparently, this was exactly how their little drive was going to go today. Lewis sighed in annoyance as he tried to endure the explosion of sound coming from the radio. He looked back at Cody, the detective who was supposed to take him to work, clearly not paying attention to Lewis's words. He rolled his eyes and took out his phone, trying to block out the noise as best he could. This was the last time he agreed to ride in a car with Hilton... Who is he lying to? He doesn't have much of a choice until he gets his car fixed. And don't think of the wrong, Lewis is not a bad driver! His car broke down because it was old. Since 2004 to be exact. Although Lewis earned quite a decent salary, he didn't seem to want to buy a new car. He was happy with his, no matter how often it broke.

"Hilton, could we stop by the store? And turn off the music, please," Lewis asked, louder this time.

"Oh, of course!" Cody replied, turning off the music and slowing down. Tucking a dirty blond strand of hair behind his ear, Cody parked near a small store. It was on their way to the morgue, so it wouldn't take them too long.

"Good afternoon. A pack of Marlboro cigarettes, please."

The cashier, without even looking at Lewis, took out the said product.

"That's nine dollars. ID, please." He asked, looking up from the cash register. His eyes widened at Lewis as soon as he saw him.

"Oh! I know you! You're the guy from TV. You're like the detective investigating the 'organ theft' case, aren't you?"

Lewis knew that the missing organ case was making headlines, and the cashier clearly recognized him from the reports.

"Oh, many people have this misconception. I'm not a detective. I'm a medical examiner."

"Ahh, doctor, detective, I don't see much of a difference," the Cashier chuckled, shrugging. He took Lewis's money and handed over a pack of cigarettes. - "Have a nice day, detective...damn, what was his name..." He muttered.

Lewis couldn't help but feel a little irritated when he was called detective. This was a common misconception among people, and Lewis was starting to get a little tired of it. He didn't study for eight years in the medical field only to be called something he's not.

However, Lewis tried his best to remain polite, smiling slightly as he took a pack of cigarettes and returned to the car. Cody was already there waiting for Lewis, with the music turned back on.

"The cashier recognized me. He said that he recognized me from TV and for some reason thought that I was a detective."

"Pfft, I wish I was recognized like that. Well, of course, a handsome, smart guy was shown on TV, it'd be a shame not to remember that face of yours."

Lewis raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Have you seen how many fangirls you have? For some reason, everyone especially loves blue-eyed blonds."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one getting recognized the fourth time this week."

"Unfortunately. I'd rather they not. I don't really like all this attention."

Cody shrugged. "Oh, don't be so humble. You don't like the attention? Of course, you do! Who are you lying to?" Lewis couldn't help but smile at Cody's comment. He was right, Lewis loved attention, he just didn't want to admit it. It made him feel important, no matter how much he denied it. He liked it when people recognized him, and even began to crave it. Lewis was becoming arrogant without even realizing it. He liked the image of the 'Genius-Doctor in Glasses' he created. He felt like he was put on a pedestal and enjoyed every second of it. Little by little, Lewis began to treat his colleagues and co-workers with a little contempt, as if he were better than them. In his mind, he was the main character of the story, and everyone else was his supporting cast.

Cody, noticing how Lewis shoved the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, blinked several times. The medical examiner smokes? That's unexpected.

"You have a medical degree, and smoking doesn't bother you?" Cody was surprised, to say the least.

"What do you mean? It's my life and I can do whatever I want with it." Lewis replied in a slightly defiant tone.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't worry about the health consequences."

"That's exactly what I mean. My health, my life, my choice." Lewis crossed his arms and turned away, not wanting to argue about his smoking habit. And he certainly didn't need some inexperienced, 25-year-old detective teaching him how to live.

Lewis entered the morgue, taking off his coat and hanging it up. Even though the weather was getting warmer and warmer, Lewis was still dressed in warm clothes. He had no other options, considering how all his clothes were suitable for colder climates. He didn't really like shopping, so he stuck with what he had. And he was too comfortable with his current style to be bothered to change it. After all, his current clothes fit him perfectly, and he loved feeling cozy in them.

Lewis walked past refrigerators filled with corpses on his way to his office. After all the noise of the drive, he was ready to just start working and forget about everything else.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the TV in the corner. A man stood in the darkness with a scalpel in his hands. His skin was gray, and his brown hair was matted and stained with blood. He had no eyes, only empty, blackened sockets. He stood in front of the TV with an impassive expression and looked at the screen as if he was in a trance. A scarlet liquid dripped from the scalpel clutched in his hand.

"My theory is that the organ stealer is not one person, but two. You see, what really bothered me was that on some of the corpses, the stitching was absolutely perfect. Hell, I would even say that it was better than that of some medical student's... But on the other corpses, it was very... sloppy, to say the least. This really confused me, maybe the "organ thief" was sometimes in a hurry and sometimes not? Well, I highly doubt that is the case. I also noticed that-"

The man eyed the black-haired expert in glasses speaking on TV and chuckled

"Ah, aren't you a smarty?"