As detective Maddison looked at the scene before him , a clear example of man's strife and greed - after the abandonment of their Gods .Only one thought came to mind -- the scene was for display, it was meant for an audience but was sadly confined to this small warehouse by the police.
The Case had originally been about a missing girl from the Lawrence household , not an out of ordinary case and quite small , or so he thought . The leads weren't slot and had run cold after a long time , atleast , until a month ago where they had found a new trail to chase and like hungry dogs they ran to it .
Even so nothing would've prepared them to find their "missing girl" in pieces. Mutilated bodies of children , nonetheless strewn across all directions , blood showering the walls , adding a bright red coat of colour to the dingy warehouse .
The rest of the officers were still in shock , he , however steeled himself to move and when he took a step , he felt something beneath his foot shifting as he applied more of his weight , looking down his eyes see what lay beneath the soles of his new Oxford shoes . An eyeball , a little girls , as her body , well what remained of it was not far off. The floor was a mixture of hair and blood clotted together.
" How cruel " , whispered someone in the back , everybody knew it wasn't because of the death of the girl - No , it was the burden of picking who was to explain what they had found to the parents , and to be honest the Lawrence's weren't known to be understanding.
Leaving the scene , Detective Maddison left it to the paramedics to identify the rest of the mess that was the children's bodies . He had done his part, dutifully confirming Clare Lawrence was in fact not missing but dead , he'd only rectify the files tommorow, after the family got the news .
Sitting in his own home provided no comfort at all , the scene still vividly playing in his mind as if on repeat .
The Case had escalated , the public becoming aware, newspapers already in the citizens of London's hands . The very next day , the monarchy ruled by the I Ng who felt very threatened by the situation, increased his 'own' protection , when the ones truly scared and at risk where the commoners, who had lived in the area where the warehouse was situated.
The case was closed off , of course it would be , the public were already starting to riot , not for the dead spoilt deceased Clara Lawrence , No , it was for bigger underlying issues the monarchy would be faced to deal with , if they continued persist as strongly .
To me , however the case was only beginning, the killer was not found , though the gardener who worked for the Lawrence's was executed , obviously framed by the killer but the evidence was against him , he had held resentment to the Lawrence's but for what ?
The killer's intentions were not clear but his method of dispatchment was indeed brutal as as if he had bore an age long grudge against the Lawrence's as the little girl , now identified to be Clara was done the worst to , the medics couldn't even piece her together .
This left another question unanswered, why go for the other children?
It was too much , a complicated case that needed more time and resources, but , alas the case was closed to the public , now to him too. Maddison downed his scotch and left to sleep because only when drunk could he catch the ferry to dreams and rest .
All this would change, when yet another brutal case appeared , the very next month calling for a audience far bigger then small city London .
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