Ampoule 12 [In Person] // You supply the rumours and I'll provide the wrath

[p3rfect_kill3r]

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bah, 3rd attempt, orz (tl;dr HOSHIT!)

[agentmisora]

[The overpowering stench is what alerts her first.

Naomi keeps the blackberry secure in one hand as she makes a dash for its source, ready to call for help any moment if necessary. She sees the trail of blood and slows as she follows it cautiously. A trail of blood? And one that appears deliberate. Her brain is pounding against her skull, as if trying to get her attention, forcing her into some sort of realization that she's not entirely certain of yet.

And then she sees it, the fingers. The clean cut fingers, not even an entire set, with the glove neatly placed next to them, a scene that produces an unwanted sense of familiarity, but Naomi forces herself to go farther.

What she sees next horrifies her. She almost vomits at the sight of that corpse, mutilated beyond reason. She circles around it, daring herself to get as close as possible to examine everything to the finest detail. Naomi is only of aware of one case in which the victim, no, victims suffered such extreme and just as abnormal murders, and at that time, she only saw them via photos. Seeing this now in person, however, brings out a whole new intense sense of disgust Misora has never even been conscious of.

Perhaps this was all just an act of grudge, but as brutal as those can be, no one in a fit of passion would take the time to torture and kill with such precision and aberration. No, this wasn't just simply a murder. This had been an experiment, perhaps even a message.]

That sick monster.

[Naomi mutters to herself. Suddenly she sees movement and gasps in shock.]

You're alive?!

[He had left him alive. That sick, sick bastard! But Misora also curses herself. This is her fault to, for not having taken care of that murderer when she had the chance.]

XD it's all gooood~

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Hearing an unfamiliar voice stirs him from his rest. The hypnotism the doctor placed him under seems to be wearing off, if that was even possible, or the Author simply wanted him to suffer. Holmes' jacket had kept him warmish at least.

He coughs and winces, a tired nod. He knew the end was coming soon, his head swimming with after thoughts, regrets, musings, almost drunken philosophies.. meaningless either way. His throat hurts, unable to speak loudly if at all.]

..save.. your pity--

['You can't change what has happened.' Who was this woman? What business did she have here? Just another detective type? The Author really seemed to enjoy messing with their heads. Perhaps the killer had done this out of getting revenge for Holmes, or he was making it look that way. Just something, anything to inspire fear.]

Re: XD it's all gooood~

[agentmisora]

[She's shocked he can even speak in this state, but Naomi shrugs off his comment as though she hadn't heard a thing. Now is not the time for small talk. There's a life on the line.]

A doctor, there must be a doctor around here! [She starts searching through her blackberry, now wishing that she hadn't been so anti-social these past few days.]

He had left you here for public display on purpose. [The disgust in her voice is evident.] This is all just a sick game to him. [But L is no longer here. What purpose could this possibly serve?]

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Shiki growls, narrowing his eyes. It was too /late/ for a doctor. He was beyond saving. He needed euthanising if he wasn't going to die by himself. But he wouldn't give that sort of power over him to just anyone. Misora wouldn't be the one.
He'd been left there for display purposes? Like that hadn't been obvious. He'd worked with people like B before, fought against them, killed them. All psychopathic drug addicts.]

Don't bother.. I know. -- it's too late for that...when I return.. I'll get my revenge..