Thread: Beyond Laws, Above Rules. Res for Autumn Queen. MxM 18+

RE Res for Autumn Queen. MxM 18 Another fucking serial killer, getting off on causing pain and suffering to the world in some sort of mischanneled artistic mental masturbation act of rebellion.... Detective Andrew Brock surveyed the scene from behind the crowds, taking in the lighting, the display arrangement of this little 'display', and the way the killer wanted to have his 'art' revealed in the wee hours of the day to the people frequenting the Warehouse District. The area had been refinished about five years ago but there were still dead buildings in the district that didn't have offices or storefronts in them yet. The entire area had gone through a re-urbanization funded by the city to bring in money and people. The homeless had been removed, some by force, in an act that many thought was heartless and without humanity. Andrew hated being involved in that he thought that some of the people would have been better served either given a chance to live in simple housing and have local jobs offered to them, or for some of the worse cases, put into an asylum environment where they could get the mental help they needed, but mental institutions were something that the government had decided were less important than the leaders' paid vacations in tropical locals... Stop daydreaming, Drew! His grey green eyes scanned the crowd once more. He had the clean-cut look of a military man, which was appropriate considering he was still in the reserves, but he had been a detective now for over a year. He still felt odd not being in a proper policeman's uniform, though it was nice to be able to blend in more with the population when he was out working. As he moved through the crowd, looking for the perpetrator because so many of them liked to return to the scene of the crowd and watch everyone's reaction, his tall form allowed him to see past most of the bystanders. Many were talking to others and staring in horror as the realization that the woman suspended on the frame was once a living person. Her body had been wrapped in red and white ribbons... a Christmas commentary?... and small, precise cuts covered her body in a pattern worthy of Gucci. Her dolled face had a surprised expression on it, almost like she had been a Marionette's Puppet left hanging from his hands. On her feet were bound shiny red ballet slippers with ribbons that ran up her legs and disappeared somewhere... He remembered his first year with the police. He had been green to life outside of the comfortable confines of college, and later, of the military machine. A short summer in boot camp and a weekend duty once a week were small potatoes compared to the wild underbelly of the city's criminal element. Andrew had been assigned an easy job keep track of an informant until the case went to court. For two weeks the assignment went well. Andrew even began to think that he was getting to the kid, like they were becoming 'friends', when the informant disappeared. Just like that. No one had any idea what had happened to him, and the general consensus was that he had either run off willingly or been killed off and tucked under a few tonnes of concrete somewhere. It still haunted Andrew. Twice, when he was in Afghanistan, he thought he saw the kid. Finally after he had been imprisoned for five months by the enemy, Andrew made piece with the fact that the informant was gone. Dead or alive, he was gone. Detective Brock moved past the 'caution' tape and showed the responding unit commander his badge. Soon he was being briefed by the chief forensic investigator on the scene and they were soon comparing notes between this case and the two proceeding it. Two cases were a coincidence three was a series. Soon the papers would get hold of the story and the city would be in panic mode. Just what they needed a few days before New Year's. The wind picked up and the sky darkened if they didn't gather all their clues quickly they'd be washed away... possibly the killer's plan all along.