Dead Roses -- Prologue

Sirens were running wild, with their big flashy red lights. Everything was a mess, blood was everywhere, with parts of flesh scattered around the carcass. It seemed as if this person was ripped apart in shreds. It was even odder that rose petals were scattered upon the disgusting mutilated body.

“Sheriff, it seems like the Masked Rose has attacked again,” a woman with a policeman’s outfit spoke with fear soaked in her words, “What are we going to do? We don’t even know what he looks like!”

“Calm down, Susan, I’m sure this will be over soon,” the chubby man spoke with uncertainty in his cracked voice, “It always slows down after a while.”

Ah, everyone knew that wasn’t true. There would be no point in that at all. Everyone wanted to believe it, yet they knew deep down, it wasn’t true whatsoever. It will never be true. Once you get a bloodlust, it never stops. They have to keep killing no matter what happened; they have to keep the pace up and slow their heartbeat down.

“The Masked Rose could at least not eat or mutilate the corpses,” the woman who went by Susan spoke, letting her dark-toned hand go through her black hair, “Adam, why would someone do this?”

“I don’t know, Susan, I don’t know,” the sheriff spoke, whose name was Adam, “We just have to deal with it, even if the murderer is a nutcase and a psycho.”

Everything was still and quiet. Well, what else could be said? There was nothing to be said. A death occurred and the body was mutilated. It was mutilated so bad that you couldn’t tell if it was a male or female. You couldn’t tell if it was a human anyways.

“This just disgusts me,” Susan spoke, her liquid brown eyes looking over at Adam, who seemed to be shaking as well. The chubby man wasn’t really scared of anything, yet, he was standing right there, with chills crawling up and down his spine.

“Come on, Susan, we should go back. We have the pictures already,” he spoke soothingly, not sure if that was even the right choice. He just wanted to get out of here.

Susan nodded softly, and walked away from the murder scene with Adam. Yet, Susan kept looking back, feeling as if someone’s eyes were burning in the back of her spine. Which, there was, but she didn’t know. It was just the beloved Edward Thomas Dementa, or what everyone else calls him, The Masked Rose.

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