I told them I wasn't coming in today. It was 4 am again we found her and by time we were done I wasn't sleeping. Everything looked darker and my bed felt dirty, everything did.
The call said urgent. As if I was going to be super motivated by that. Urgent was code.
I got in and the captain was waiting for me, “You've seen worse,” said the captain in a failed attempt at comfort.
“Have I?” like he would fucking know, “Even if that were true experiencing the sensations of that are not somehow better by the fact it wasn't my worst...Fuck it forget it, why did you call?”
“He carved your name into the stomach of a school boy. I figured that would get your attention. He did some decorating and glued a scoop of the boy's lungs to each of his eyes,” said the captain, “He has a flair for the theatrical and an interest in you.”
“I took the perspective of a woman who watched a man peal back the faces of her children,” I said to him as he changed his mind about drinking his coffee, “He then raped her demanding she eat the meat from their faces or he would kill them. I watched them, loving them as she did, I saw them cry until they couldn't and I tasted their flesh as my stomach turned,” the chief tried to stop me there, “ Then I took the perspective of each fucking child as they pissed themselves hoping they wouldn't die,” I stopped and shook my head before saying, “in fact that's a fucking lie, They didn't think that.”
“What did they think?”
“please god stop the pain, but soon... I could say they didn't believe in god. I know they didn't find any comfort when he cut their throats, but I know they begged for death.”
“so you won't do it?”
I stood up and as I walked out, “Of course I will you knew that when you called, but I expect you to know what you're asking of me when you can't do your job.”

As I transitioned I immediately could sense the confusion. “Hello, This won't be a simple project. One sided conversations I am afraid.”
The pain shot from my shoulder, I tried to pull away, but the screwdriver had pinned me in place.
I could the boy taking my mind, this is wher...

The man walked away, there's the door. If only I could get out. I could see him getting the ice cream scoop and his knife. I missed my mother, will I ever see her again.
The boom of his foot into my face shocked me, my head flew back and crashed into the wall. The blood began to trickle.
“Now listen carefully, a lot more people are gonna die, you're gonna be a busy man.”
“what?”
My jaw felt broken, the punch was so hard.
“I am not taking to you,” said the man, “the detective and I are discussing the bombs, the murders and the campaign of terror.”