• 09 •
Deep Six: Castle Hell
This was either a crime of passion, or complete and utter savagery. Tommy stared down at the body- what remained of it, anyway- and tried to piece out what exactly had happened. This particular murder made landmine casualties look like natural causes. He stalked the blood splatter of the carotid artery over to the nearest wall, where he also found a couple of stray teeth and a fingernail.
A knock from the doorway made him jump, but before he could pull out his gun, a female voice stilled him. "You act like he's going to come back to life."
"Lisa," he breathed. He cleared his throat afterward; it wasn't often that he said her name like that, and he didn't want to seem so startled. "Right now, maybe. But you know people don't stay dead around here."
Lisa let herself in. As she knelt beside Tommy, he could smell the jasmine in her hair. Her dark eyes met his for a brief, tense moment, then turned back to the body. "It was a quick and sloppy kill. This was done by something very, very sharp. Like a machete."
"A machete? Really? You forget that we've been shoved back into the Baroque era, Lisa."
"If not a machete... then maybe a sword?"
"Whatever it was, looks like Jumper Blue here never got a chance to do his last soliloquy."
[ooc: This is canon. Foreshadowing used with Thano's permission. ♥]