Tanis
02-19-2007, 4:04 PM
The Dark before Dawn
As composed by Tanis
WARNING! The following story has been rated R for vivid descriptions of graphic violence, language, alcohol use, drug use, and scenes of horror. Reader discretion is advised, this is not suitable for all audiences. Adeptus Arbites and all Warhammer 40,000 elements are the property of their respective owners.
Chapter One
“Oh you gotta be shitting me…” Spoke the portly man, a Badab Police Department badge on his chest.
The Adeptus Arbites detective slowly got out of the hover car, an Iho-stick clutched in his free hand. He dropped the butt to the ground and smashed it into the asphalt of the Hive road before shutting the door behind him. He cracked his neck quickly, and took several steps forward. He had short brown hair, with just a little curl at the end, brown eyes to match, and look of dedication on his face. He was wearing dark pants and a dark shirt, with a long and flowing coat about him. His Adeptus Arbites badge hung from a chain around his neck.
“I’m Detective Markus Demidus with the Adeptus Aribtes, and you are?” He asked politely, holding out his hand.
“Police Chief Henrickson, Third Precinct, Capital Hive here on Badad.” The portly man replied, ignoring the outstretched hand.
Markus seemed unconcerned, and looked about. They were in the slums of the Capital Hive, that was given judging by the decrepit state of the buildings surrounding them, and the amount of homeless littered on the side of the street. There were several Police vehicles in front of the building, their red and blue lights flashing, even though the sirens were silent. About a dozen or so officers were going in and out of the building, always sick looks on their faces when they came out. One even threw up onto the street.
“What’ve we got?” Asked Markus.
“The question is what have I got, Mr. Demidus. This is a Badab matter, we appreciate that you want to help, buts it’s our turf and our problem, so why don’t you just hop back in your vehicle and clear out?” Asked Henrickson, venom in his voice and hate in his eyes.
Markus was starting to get annoyed.
“Because, Mr. Henrickson, you’ve had three Ecclesiarchy Priests brutally murdered in the last month and you don’t have a single suspect or a shred of evidence as to who might’ve done it. As far as I can tell you don’t wouldn’t know a clue from your fat ass or a suspect from the poor woman you call your wife, so you can put up and shut up. I’ve been assigned by the Adeptus Arbites, and that means I have the jurisdiction here. Which means you have to do what I tell you to, whether or not you think you can handle it yourself, which you obviously can’t.” Markus replied, a stern look on his face.
Henrickson shook his head, and motioned towards the door into the building. It appeared to be an old storage warehouse. Two stories tall, one wide open space on the bottom floor, with windows every ten feet or so around the outside, rusting metal walls and old piles of rubbish dotted it. Markus walked through, taking note of all the surroundings. The pair walked through the bottom floor, all the way to the back where a staircase was that lead up to the second floor. Markus could smell something…death? Most certainly.
The second floor was a collection of what used to be old offices, and a lounge. Henrickson lead Markus through a series of old hallways to the main office, where the head of the warehouse would’ve spent a lot of his time. There was yellow crime scene tape across the open door way, where the portal was ajar a bit, one officer standing off to the side holding a rag over his nose. The stench was overpowering now. Markus choose to ignore it for the time being, and took an audio recorder out of one of the pouches on his belt.
“This is Detective Demidus, Hive Capital of Badab, 651.M41. Entering scene of third Ecclesiarchy Priest murder.”
Markus tore off the tape and entered the room. The scene was truly disturbing, even to Markus, who had seen scores of violent crimes, murders, dismemberments, and the like. Even so, they never got easer for Markus to bear. Blood covered the room, splashed on to the walls, the floor, and the lone desk in the room, which was covered in the grisly entrails of the unfortunate Priest. Blood dripped from the ceiling on to Markus’ shoulder. Markus swallowed and began to record his findings.
“Door comes into room from the south. Room of the killing approximately five feet by ten feet, one desk directly in front of door, large stiff backed chair behind it. No decorations, one window on north wall, three by two feet. Victim is male, approximately forty years of age, and pale skinned. Unable to positively identify at this time. He is seated in chair behind desk, bound at the wrists behind chair, bound at the ankles to legs of the chair. Naked to the waist. Incision made along gaps between ribs, cutting through the skin and muscle to the internal organs. Ten slashes all together on the chest, five on the right side of the sternum, five to the left of the sternum. All approximately six inches long. Cuts had to be made with a serrated knife or other weapon given by the tearing of the skin. Two diagonal cuts, appear to be made by same weapon, on the lower abdomen. Victim was disemboweled pre-mortem by the amount of bleeding. Stomach, intestines, liver, spleen, and bladder removed through abdominal cuts and placed on to the desk. There appears to be bite marks on all of them…” Markus said as he moved about the room, only to be interrupted.
“Who the fuck would do this?” Asked Henrickson.
“I’ll find out sooner if you don’t interrupt me.” Replied Marks stoically. He took a few deep breaths, and continued. He moved from the chest and abdomen to the head, perhaps the most shocking part of the whole scene.
“Victim’s head has been flayed pre-mortem. Skin and muscle tissue were excised and…dear Emperor…forced down the victim’s throat. Eyes removed, I am unable to locate them at this time. Scalp also removed and missing. Cause of death: throat slashed with serrated knife under extreme force. The head was nearly severed from the body. Lungs and heart removed through the cuts in the chest post-mortem. Victim’s body effectively bled dry, and the blood was splashed on to the walls, the ceiling, the door, and the window as if from a pail of some sort.” Markus concluded his investigation of the scene, and exited out through the door.
He gagged for a second, and then exited the building at a brisk pace, Henrickson in tow. When they finally reached the streets, Henrickson waved several other officers, all holding cameras and vid-capture equipment into the building. Markus pulled an Iho-stick out of his pocket, followed by his lighter from another, and light it, taking a deep drag on it. He really should stop, he thought, but at times like this he needed a good smoke. Markus turned to Henrickson.
“I need all your files and crime scene photos from the other two murders as soon as possible.”
“Yeah yeah, I know. We’ve got a computer and office set up for you back at the precinct.” Replied Henrickson.
“Then lets go.” Said Markus as he headed for his vehicle.
As composed by Tanis
WARNING! The following story has been rated R for vivid descriptions of graphic violence, language, alcohol use, drug use, and scenes of horror. Reader discretion is advised, this is not suitable for all audiences. Adeptus Arbites and all Warhammer 40,000 elements are the property of their respective owners.
Chapter One
“Oh you gotta be shitting me…” Spoke the portly man, a Badab Police Department badge on his chest.
The Adeptus Arbites detective slowly got out of the hover car, an Iho-stick clutched in his free hand. He dropped the butt to the ground and smashed it into the asphalt of the Hive road before shutting the door behind him. He cracked his neck quickly, and took several steps forward. He had short brown hair, with just a little curl at the end, brown eyes to match, and look of dedication on his face. He was wearing dark pants and a dark shirt, with a long and flowing coat about him. His Adeptus Arbites badge hung from a chain around his neck.
“I’m Detective Markus Demidus with the Adeptus Aribtes, and you are?” He asked politely, holding out his hand.
“Police Chief Henrickson, Third Precinct, Capital Hive here on Badad.” The portly man replied, ignoring the outstretched hand.
Markus seemed unconcerned, and looked about. They were in the slums of the Capital Hive, that was given judging by the decrepit state of the buildings surrounding them, and the amount of homeless littered on the side of the street. There were several Police vehicles in front of the building, their red and blue lights flashing, even though the sirens were silent. About a dozen or so officers were going in and out of the building, always sick looks on their faces when they came out. One even threw up onto the street.
“What’ve we got?” Asked Markus.
“The question is what have I got, Mr. Demidus. This is a Badab matter, we appreciate that you want to help, buts it’s our turf and our problem, so why don’t you just hop back in your vehicle and clear out?” Asked Henrickson, venom in his voice and hate in his eyes.
Markus was starting to get annoyed.
“Because, Mr. Henrickson, you’ve had three Ecclesiarchy Priests brutally murdered in the last month and you don’t have a single suspect or a shred of evidence as to who might’ve done it. As far as I can tell you don’t wouldn’t know a clue from your fat ass or a suspect from the poor woman you call your wife, so you can put up and shut up. I’ve been assigned by the Adeptus Arbites, and that means I have the jurisdiction here. Which means you have to do what I tell you to, whether or not you think you can handle it yourself, which you obviously can’t.” Markus replied, a stern look on his face.
Henrickson shook his head, and motioned towards the door into the building. It appeared to be an old storage warehouse. Two stories tall, one wide open space on the bottom floor, with windows every ten feet or so around the outside, rusting metal walls and old piles of rubbish dotted it. Markus walked through, taking note of all the surroundings. The pair walked through the bottom floor, all the way to the back where a staircase was that lead up to the second floor. Markus could smell something…death? Most certainly.
The second floor was a collection of what used to be old offices, and a lounge. Henrickson lead Markus through a series of old hallways to the main office, where the head of the warehouse would’ve spent a lot of his time. There was yellow crime scene tape across the open door way, where the portal was ajar a bit, one officer standing off to the side holding a rag over his nose. The stench was overpowering now. Markus choose to ignore it for the time being, and took an audio recorder out of one of the pouches on his belt.
“This is Detective Demidus, Hive Capital of Badab, 651.M41. Entering scene of third Ecclesiarchy Priest murder.”
Markus tore off the tape and entered the room. The scene was truly disturbing, even to Markus, who had seen scores of violent crimes, murders, dismemberments, and the like. Even so, they never got easer for Markus to bear. Blood covered the room, splashed on to the walls, the floor, and the lone desk in the room, which was covered in the grisly entrails of the unfortunate Priest. Blood dripped from the ceiling on to Markus’ shoulder. Markus swallowed and began to record his findings.
“Door comes into room from the south. Room of the killing approximately five feet by ten feet, one desk directly in front of door, large stiff backed chair behind it. No decorations, one window on north wall, three by two feet. Victim is male, approximately forty years of age, and pale skinned. Unable to positively identify at this time. He is seated in chair behind desk, bound at the wrists behind chair, bound at the ankles to legs of the chair. Naked to the waist. Incision made along gaps between ribs, cutting through the skin and muscle to the internal organs. Ten slashes all together on the chest, five on the right side of the sternum, five to the left of the sternum. All approximately six inches long. Cuts had to be made with a serrated knife or other weapon given by the tearing of the skin. Two diagonal cuts, appear to be made by same weapon, on the lower abdomen. Victim was disemboweled pre-mortem by the amount of bleeding. Stomach, intestines, liver, spleen, and bladder removed through abdominal cuts and placed on to the desk. There appears to be bite marks on all of them…” Markus said as he moved about the room, only to be interrupted.
“Who the fuck would do this?” Asked Henrickson.
“I’ll find out sooner if you don’t interrupt me.” Replied Marks stoically. He took a few deep breaths, and continued. He moved from the chest and abdomen to the head, perhaps the most shocking part of the whole scene.
“Victim’s head has been flayed pre-mortem. Skin and muscle tissue were excised and…dear Emperor…forced down the victim’s throat. Eyes removed, I am unable to locate them at this time. Scalp also removed and missing. Cause of death: throat slashed with serrated knife under extreme force. The head was nearly severed from the body. Lungs and heart removed through the cuts in the chest post-mortem. Victim’s body effectively bled dry, and the blood was splashed on to the walls, the ceiling, the door, and the window as if from a pail of some sort.” Markus concluded his investigation of the scene, and exited out through the door.
He gagged for a second, and then exited the building at a brisk pace, Henrickson in tow. When they finally reached the streets, Henrickson waved several other officers, all holding cameras and vid-capture equipment into the building. Markus pulled an Iho-stick out of his pocket, followed by his lighter from another, and light it, taking a deep drag on it. He really should stop, he thought, but at times like this he needed a good smoke. Markus turned to Henrickson.
“I need all your files and crime scene photos from the other two murders as soon as possible.”
“Yeah yeah, I know. We’ve got a computer and office set up for you back at the precinct.” Replied Henrickson.
“Then lets go.” Said Markus as he headed for his vehicle.