Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

The girl heard the shot, stiffening in fright as she felt something warm hit her back and heard a loud 'ding' of metal being dented. It wasn't until she heard the body fall over that she turned around...And screamed like a banshee. Her back, covered in speckles of blood, bone and grey matter, soon pressed against the wall she was about to be raped on, fingernails clawing at the surface behind her as her gaze fixed on the now headless corpse. It was disgusting, horrifying and...somewhat oddly relieving. She had been saved, but the shock of such a brutal kill overrode any sensation of gratitude at the moment. Twenty minutes later, the police had cordoned off the area, allowing the crime scene unit to process the evidence as officers began taking witness statements. Whatever few there were. The girl was taken to the back of an ambulance so that the EMTs could check on her. Detective Stanson was there once more, looking over over the dead rapist. OK...maybe his initial presumption was off. Seemed he could add rapist-killer to this vigilante's repertoire. DNA would tell if this was really him or not they wouldn't be getting anything off of facial recognition with this. Maybe they would get lucky with dental work. Hey, Detective, got something over here! he heard one of the CSIs shout running over, he found himself in front of a large dumpster. On its face sat a round, large hole. Don't tell me.... Stanson muttered, to which the CSI replied, Think so. That divot right there was where the round impacted, probably went right into here. Giving a sigh, uneasy at the prospect of dumpster diving, he asked, Any chance it went through. The CSI grinned, Only one way to find out. Help me move this. Working together, they managed to pull the dumpster forward enough to get behind it sure enough, there was an exit hole, and the cement having its own impressive dent in it. Jeezus...Did someone use an elephant gun? asked the investigator rhetorically, getting his forceps and evidence bag ready. After some digging around, he re-emerged with a massive and largely intact slug. I...Is this what I think it is? Talk about overkill. the young man stated as he began collecting what few shards he could find, prompting the detective to state, Seems like it. Fifty-caliber bullet. He then leaned down, trying to picture the trajectory he ran his fingers across an imaginary line from the dumpster back to the divot on the ground. He then imagined it reflected perfectly, and the path led him across the street. To the top of the convenience store, no less. On top of the roof they found evidence of blowback from a massive firearm, portrayed by the disturbance pattern in the layer of particle dust they would need to process the image further to be sure, but it seemed like whoever did this used an anti-material rifle. Ballistics from the bullet would say what kind it was. He went back down to check on the woman. EMTs had cleared her to go home by way of an officer driving her there. Which meant his work here was done, but not back yet at the office. He needed to get more reports written about the crime scene and look over witness statements. Stanson was back at his desk, case reports stacked higher than the Eiffel Tower after having just reported to his Captain it wasn't active case files, but rather closed cases. Ones where known criminals had been killed in a violent manner. He really didn't expect there to be so many. There was no pattern, no selection aside from their status as a violent offender. Each victim was a different race, different height, different weight, different religious belief. The only time there were similarities was when they were a part of a gang, but other than that...Nothing. Whoever was doing this did not care who these people were. Only that they had evaded justice from officials. But he could really use some help there were so many. And he didn't even know if ALL of them were the same person. Hell, if there was one, it was more than likely there was at least one more. That thought made him shiver so far, having the one was bad enough. If there were two? This would get ugly in a heartbeat.