- Yes, you killed me, thank you. - He said. “But you're not free, you never will be. - He said, then advanced on top of him, opening the earth, under them.
- Let's put on a show in hell together. - He said.
- That's how their music and life ended. - Irene said, she was one of the gatekeepers, when hearing the melody of the dead, sung by Josh, in the midst of the whips of his beloved friend.
About that.
Amidst the world of the dead, the companions of the dead were several of them, sitting around a table among their guests.
- Was I a victim of a crime? – A bodiless head that floated through the mists of the great flower garden.
- Like you there are other dead, they weren't just women's bodies, there were men, at least part of them.
From his greetings to the new serial killer in town, who in addition to being a doctor, was a mad scientist, and his assistant, it all started with a process gone wrong, to open the doors of curiosity.
Before it was only with criminals, but it evolved to pregnant women who wanted an abortion, even mothers of families, being kidnapped in the streets, leading the city to general panic, until they started to investigate.
Being helped by a police corps together with some criminals, when mafia members started to serve as ingredients for experiments, then, when the problem was taken to the big bosses, that's when a joint work came about.
The informants who had leaked the information to a crime writer began to work together.
If that wasn't enough, then, severed body parts staggered and prowled the alleys capturing their victims, then joined together more.
About that.
In the spirit world.
A wave of souls was coming towards the spiritual place, it happened that simply, parts of their bodies were missing that were not found to move on.
In which there is also a variety of bodies that had marks of experiments around them, from hoses, even a series of procedures, between tubes, and deformed faces.
The gates of the realms of the dead, lately were full of severed body parts, heads, torsos, a headless body, among all of them were women, besides a succession of small bodies of foetuses, unborn babies.
- Darlings, Vanessa, Ursula, Cassandra and Marla, tell me, would you like to reincarnate? – The spectral shadow said when it appeared there.
- Has our work come to an end? - One of them questioned, even though they were sitting around the table.
- Yes, but these will be your last jobs, before that, you must guide these souls to the paths you choose. - The specters said, among the shadows and mists.
- What should we do? - The other questioned.
- Wait for all the bodies to be found, every part of them. - The specters said.
Of the five guides and companions who guarded the portals, they were there completing more than 20 years of work, in the midst of guiding souls to the world of the dead.
- There was the walking, talking arm.
- You're the daughter of the good doctor's assistant, aren't you? - One of them questioned her, in the middle of a sea of bodies and severed parts.
- I don't know for how long, I lived in hiding, I was afraid, she tried to get me out of there. – The girl said.
In the human world.
In another part of town.
One of the greatest writers of crime books and Slice of Life, dramas between real cases, was celebrating the release of his latest book.
Partying with his wife, who recently got out of her depression.
According to his wife, who needed to spend time with her mother, she seemed thinner, her husband saw their ten-year-old daughter, he was worried about her, due to the wave of murders in the city that was taking place, he was in the track of the murderer, collaborating with the police.
He had been waiting for some time for news of some contacts with the whereabouts of Doctor Blood.
About that.
He was at a party with his superiors to promote his book.
People like his guests, in addition to several businessmen, among editors, dressed up, among a ballroom.
In his happiness, yes, he managed to publish, in addition to having his millions of copies sold.
At that time, the police, without warning, arrived at his party.
- So, did they? – He questioned him.
- Yes, we disarticulated the scheme. - They said.
- Yes, sir, Petrus, we got the location and undo the scheme. - The redhead said.
- But we have another request. - The Japanese said.
- What is it? – He questioned him.
- We discovered that one of the accomplices may have some connection with you. - He said....
- What...? – He asked them.
- How can be...? – He continued.
- She looked like an old classmate from your college, who left a long time ago. - He said.
- According to records, she has connections with an arm. - He said.
- An arm...? – He questioned.
- If you can accompany us to try to get something out of her. - He asked...
- I know, I can help. - He said.
Then he got into his car, heading towards the psychiatric hospital, where they were taking him. widened, he turned pale...
"She..." He spoke.
His long black hair, wet and long, his expression empty, thin and with several cuts on his body.
The man stopped, then left that room at once, heading down the hall, being followed by the police.
- He knows her. – One of the investigators said.
Then, heading to a waiting room across the hall.
It was at that time, when he was tense as he sat in one of the chairs in that room, with the men praising him.
- Do you know her? – The redhead asked him.
- Yes. - He said. – I was your boyfriend, more than 15 years ago, I was still a teenager. - He said.
- How was that? – The redhead questioned him.
Flashback.
More than 15 years ago...
He was still at university, starting to write, when he was in college, alongside some colleagues, where he was doing an internship at a large publisher.
Young and inexperienced, it was on that night in question that he received, along with his work colleagues, an advance, in which he was next to Agatha, the young woman with black hair, she was in the third year of college, being his classmate. college, along with some friends.
Being that they went to the bar to drink, while celebrating the end of the midterms, when he walked up to that beautiful girl with the vivid eyes, the drink had gone too far, throwing up, he almost felt sick, when the girl took him to your house.
They talked a lot, until feeling more than lonely, they had sex.
End of Flashback.
Present moment.
- What happened next? – The detective questioned him.
- Before the final exams, she had to leave college, because her father got sick and could no longer continue paying for college, after that, I did not see her anymore.
- Can I order something? – He questioned him.
- Yes... - The redhead said.
- Could you do a DNA test? – He questioned him.
- DNA test? - Repeated the Japanese.
- Why...? – The Japanese questioned him.
- It may be that one of the victims is my daughter. - He said.
In another part of town in Lovecraft County.
A few hours before...
One of the policemen went towards one of the low-income alley streets, they had received a report of a dead baby.
He was found in a box next to the garbage inside a series of bags where there were other bodies..., but this was not the only body they found.
As they saw, he would not even have been born, it was one of the cases they found during the weeks after 7 months of the last carnival, it happened that there is in those decadent neighborhoods.
When they arrived at the said illegal clinic, it had no one, in fact it was empty, I mean, of living people, but they managed to see that the said doctor was running through a secret exit between the side alleys.
The white-haired man ran through the shadows, screaming, amidst more screaming than what did they not see in a chase when they started screaming.
- Stop... - One of the agents said, trying to make the man cooperate, but he looked hysterical.
- I won't..., I killed you...
There by the shadows, claws, hands and feet, chasing them, without them seeing more, he got involved between the alleys, when he tried to shoot at random towards some policemen, between screams and begging not to be caught.