forum Criminals Need Love Too (CLOSED) (MA THEMES)

Started June 02, 2020 by @Desvelarse pets

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The sound of a neck snapping was not like it was in the movies. When you snapped a neck, the person didn't immediately die and slump over. It was slow if you knew how to do it right. Vaughn watched the life drain from the man's eyes as he felt the steady cracks of the bones. The man stopped struggling, and he panted heavily as he let the man slump to the floor and he leaned back against one of the legs of the kitchen table. He eased to his feet, panting heavily as he adjusted his mask. The man had put up a real fight. But he was dead, and that's what he deserved for beating his pregnant wife every night, resulting her in the hospital with a miscarriage. That made his heart wrench.

Figure whispered near his ear that it was time to go. The neighbors might have heard a struggle and called the police. He nodded at Figure and collected his things, rushing out the back door of the home to cut through the woods to reach one of the back roads of the city that he could travel home by.

Traffic was horrible at the moment, and Nathaniel wasn't driving the car. His mentor was. As they were stopped, Nathaniel just jumped out of the car and started running towards the house he was supposed to be going to instead. He tried to find the quickest way to get to the house and, while checking his GPS, ran into someone and stumbled backwards. "Sorry, sorry!" He righted himself and looked up to see who he'd run into. "I-I… uh… sorry, I can't really talk, I've got somewhere to be."

Vaughn had been jogging along and heading down the dark street. He had tucked his mask away under his sweatshirt to keep it concealed. Figure gave him a little hiss, alerting him just in time for a male to run straight into him. He stumbled but quickly caught his balance. His adrenaline had been spiked, so he didn't even notice the male coming in his direction. He glanced over the male quickly, making sure none of the blood got from his clothes onto the others. "It's alright- I can't either, I've got to run," he stammered out deeply and quickly.

Nathaniel fixed his police hat and nodded. "Well, sorry again!" He waved and kept running towards the house that the call had come for. He pulled out his gun with shaking hands and stepped into the building. It definitely felt eerie, and it gave him chills. "This is the police! Put your hands in the air!" He stepped into the room where the body was and froze, goosebumps erupting on his skin. He was still pretty new to the station, and this was his first murder case. He wasn't used to seeing bodies yet. He glanced around nervously to see if they're was anyone else in the house.

Vaughn watched the male approach the house. The house where he had just killed a man. His eyes widened a little bit and he gradually broke into a sprint. Figure seemed to float alongside him, snarling for him to push himself to go quicker before the cop realized what may have just happened. He was pushing himself, panting deeply as his lungs ached. He needed to get back to his home before things turned sideways.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Nathaniel called out tentatively. No response. He stepped a little closer to the body despite his mind and body screaming at him to stop, careful not to touch it. They could theoretically get fingerprints. He glanced around to look for cameras and saw nothing. After a few more seconds, he pulled out his walkie talkie. "Hey, this is Nathaniel. Yes. I-I found the body. Looks like a broken neck from what I can tell. If there's anyone else in the house, they're keeping really quiet."

Vaughn was sure that he would not be caught. He wore thick clothes so his DNA wouldn't be under any fingernails. He wore gloves so that his finger prints would not be anywhere, because he knew they had his prints in the system from past minor altercations. Along with a broken neck, the man had various bruises and cuts from a struggle, as well as 3 visible stab wounds in his stomach and side area of his body. There was blood and mess all over- and it looked like a complete slaughter in the white kitchen.

Nathaniel was pretty pale as he looked over the body, still careful not to touch it. "We must be able to find DNA somewhere… hair, skin, even fuzz from clothes would be helpful…" He mumbled to himself with a soft sigh. He felt queasy at the sight of the body, but he sucked it up. This was his job, after all. He decided it would be wisest to wait for his colleagues to arrive.

Vaughn eventually arrived back at his small "home". By "home", he meant that it was an abandoned gas station just outside of town. It hadn't been used in god knows how many years, so he had taken it as his own little rest stop. He headed inside, dropping his mask on the front counter. He headed around the counter and into the back room, getting out of his clothes and tossing them aside.

Soon, more experienced officers showed up and Nathaniel was allowed to step aside. His mentor stuck with him, worried about how pale he was, but Nathaniel assured him he was fine. Eventually, Nathaniel was dismissed. They'd have to bring in specialized professionals to deal with this, and specialized professionals did not include rookie cop. He headed home and curled up on the couch to eat ice cream and try and forget what he'd seen.

Vaughn scrubbed at his skin with a damp cloth to get rid of any blood that was left lingering on his skin. He changed into a clean pair of boxers and sweats, exhaling softly as he stepped into the main room to grab himself a bottle of water from one of the isles. He took a long drink of it, brushing his fingers through his hair a bit.

Nathaniel eventually got tired of being awake and went into his room to change into something more comfortable. After doing that, he brushed his teeth and huddled up in his bed. He wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep tonight, but it was at least worth a shot. Hopefully they wouldn't want him to do too much at the station tomorrow.

Vaughn climbed into his little cot after finishing his water. It was in a little corner in the back room, and his feet partly hung off the edge of the bed. He shut his eyes, trying to sleep. But he kept getting flashes of the murder and the struggle that started it all. Along with that and the whispers, as he did his best to settle off to sleep, he knew that he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night.

Nathaniel, as expected, couldn't sleep at all. He headed into the office the next day looking dead on his feet, and he had to have two cups of very black coffee before he could even function. He didn't even like coffee. He sighed and got to work, heading out to patrol the streets and hand out parking tickets if need be.

Vaughn did not sleep at all that night. Between the whispers and occasional night terrors when he would actually fall asleep, it was safe to say he did not get a good nights rest at all. He left the gas station early in the morning to stroll around the town and people watch. Currently, he was sitting on a curb in at-shirt and jeans, coffee cup in hand that he sipped at. He watched the cars drive by as he looked around. He enjoyed people watching. It was a good way for him to get very familiar.

Nathaniel sat on the hood of his car with a sigh. Just the police car being there made people slow down, so he didn't really need to do his job. He was exhausted from not sleeping, and the coffee only helped so much. He toyed with the speed gun, humming softly to himself.

Vaughn stood up slowly, body aching from being cramped up on the small cot. He made his way to where a nearby trashcan was, and he threw out his empty coffee cup. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking around to where the street was once again.

Nathaniel idly watched the cars go by, humming quietly to himself. He looked across the street and noticed Vaughn. He looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't figure out what about him he recognized. Either way, he didn't want to stare, so he turned back to the road.

(Sorry for the delay! I’m still working out a schedule for how often I’ll be online!)

Vaughn paused when Figure, who was lurking close by his side in his peripheral vision, told him to. He looked around, wondering what it could be wanting him to pay attention to. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a police car. After squinting at it for a moment, he noticed a familiar figure sitting on the hood. It was the cop from last night. He tensed slightly as he stared for a long moment. He could turn around, walk the opposite direction for his own wellbeing. But that would seem so suspicious, especially if he were recognized.

Nathaniel yawned a bit, clearly bored. He twirled the speed gun between his fingers and watched a few more cars go by. When he noticed Vaughn looking at him, he paused for a moment before waving a bit and returning to his car watching. As he suspected, no one was speeding. He knew that cars always slowed down when they saw police cars.

Vaughn tensed further when the officer waved. He was recognized. Figure hissed at him to keep his head down and keep walking, so he did so. He took up a quick walking pace, hands stuffed into the pocket of his jackets. He stared at the ground in front of him, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

Nathaniel sighed softly and watched Vaughn walk off. The way Vaughn suddenly left after being noticed was suspicious, but he couldn't leave his post to follow some guy who could just be unfriendly. He turned his eyes back to the road and kept playing with the gun.