I have noticed that I'm sorta falling into some sort of pattern with all this stuff, but today, even though I almost forgot about blogging, I remember from earlier only planning on posting my English Lang coursework for y'all to see anyway.
But first let my put my points up...
1) iPad.
2) School can be really thing, they don't give long enough notices, or they just leave you confused for weeks and then two days before a coursework deadline they tell you to do something else.
3) Oral Exams: Welsh.
Okay, so that's what I want to talk about next blog, but for now, you have my English Language work to deal with. (Awaits for it to decide to respond to her needs.... MS just doesn't like me sometimes...)
The body of a young man lay on the sterile table on the left hand side of the large room. Cold room, to be honest with you. Saying it was shredded would be an understatement. That’s my job; my job is to find out who did it? What did it? How? And when? I hate my job sometimes. It’s the same thing everyday. Look at this body here. Look at this body there. Body this. Body that. I could write a novel just on these damned bodies.
To work. Scratches along upper arm. Blood still dripping from the wound slowly. Animal attack? Possibly. He was found on the outskirts of town not two hours ago. Stab wounds to the lower abdomen. Human? An animal can’t grip a knife. The wound was done with the precision of a psychopath. I could see right through to the organs.
Internal bleeding. From stab wounds. Or perhaps a beating before? Human? More than likely. There’s too much blood to determine. Fracture to the left ankle. Escaping? Something must have been terrifying. I pity the man. This was not a quick death. It was slow, painful and torturous. He probably had a full life ahead of him. Fate obviously had other plans.
Cut to the upper half of the left eyebrow. Probably from a fall. I don’t even know his name. I never know their names. Skin temperature? Getting colder. Blood running from the mouth. No tongue. Human? I’m pretty sure an animal can’t cut out a guys tongue.
Teeth? Fine. If you count being soaked in crimson red blood fine. Eyes? Dilated. Ears? Upper half of the left year is missing, done with a sharp object, it’s a clean cut, just sliced all the way through, and it was just chopped off. Psycho. But a trained psycho, you don’t get too many of them anymore. They usually leave a good path to be found. Some of them like the chase. It gives them a thrill. Or so the TV tells me. That could be the reason for the fall. Skin? Pale. Paler than a ghosts behind. Skull? Blood at the back of the skull. Fractured in many places. Was the poor guy dead before any of this happened? I can’t imagine the horrors of something like this happening.
Were there any witnesses? He might have been moved. If so, where does he come from? Who is he? Who are his parents? God, there are just so many questions.
Hands? Right index finger is missing, done with a sharp object, maybe a doctor’s knife, a scalpel is it? This shows clearly the person knows what he’s doing when it comes to taken apart the human body, but what else does it say about the person behind it? He obviously takes care to get everything right. This has to be the work of a deranged human being. But who? How? How did no one notice? He doesn’t look homeless. Unless homeless people are clean-shaven these days.
Thighs? Minor scrapes. Nothing major. He must have been kidnapped. There are bruises. Hand marks on the upper arms. Fading. A sickly yellow-green colour. I’d say about two, three days old, judging by the fading.
Legs? Minor scraped. A long gash running down the right leg. A healing wound. Two days old, guessing of course, it looks like it was done with knife, it’s jagged in places, this person is obviously not knew to the trade.. Fractured ankle. Left? Okay.
Feet? Fine. Minor bruising, but fine. Excellent in comparison to the rest of him. I’ve got nothing on the pale dark-haired man. The more you find, the less you know. I’ve ruled out the possibility of an animal attack. An animal would not have done something so masterfully.
This person has done it before, it was done too precisely, and it was planned too inconspicuously. It was done too easily; there are no screw-ups, no clear track on how things went on there, nothing. He or she, of course isn’t new to slaughtering people like rabid animals. Who would have done it? A rivalry? Who am I kidding? We’re not in the dark ages anymore. Christ. To think there’s someone who could have planned all this. It’d need to be someplace rural. Out of sight. You had to be someone normal on the outside.
So who? There aren’t many suspects to go on. Where could they have done it? It can’t have been in broad daylight. How could we not have noticed someone had gone missing? Could it have been the parents? Was he a runaway? An orphan? No family? A family that doesn’t care enough? That still doesn’t answer the question of who did it.
The way it was done. It’s almost ritualistic like in a non-ritualistic way. It was torture, that’s what it was. How could anyone be so sadistic? Twisted?
Who? The question is plaguing me. It’s not my job to ask the questions. I’m only here for the analysis of assumptions. I’m supposed to guess the course of action.
I can make an assumption here after thoroughly checking the body. The kidnapping must have taken place at night. He would obviously need to be unconscious to go willingly; he would not have made a sound. Nothing much, nothing significant happened for the first few days. He was beaten, which might have led to the internal bleeding, and a long gash was created along the right leg. And have his ear was cut off.
Of course, this is only an assumption. He’s not going to jump up and give me the answer. How could people never notice is absence is beyond me.
He could have tried to escape. Hence the fall. The captor got angry. Lost control and before he knew it, the man was dead, panicked and threw him on the outskirts of this town. It was a tragedy of course.
Someone he knew could have done it. A family member. The joys of family. Mine always seem a little more psychopath than others. I mean, who else would be in this depressing and dank industry?
He would have gone willingly if it was someone he knew. Someone he trusted. So who would have done it? Without knowing who he is I can’t make a decent judgement on who could have done it. Maybe there’s a history of schizophrenia in the family and the family member flipped out.
I don’t recognise him and I know more or less most people in the neighbourhood. A city man? Possibly. It could be the reason why no one noticed his absence. I hear city folk go missing all the time. He might not even be from this country. Could he be on holiday? His family probably think he’s fine and dandy, ‘getting the perfect tan’.
Maybe we should put a notice out the this boy was found brutally murdered. The police don’t want it to get out. It’s a secret. Could someone from the police have done it? The police are known for secrets. Technically, is it a secret if people know about it? The police themselves aren’t looking too far into the cause. There are no fingerprints on any of his clothes. No ID was found on him. Something a sticky fingered policeman on the job could have easily taken before someone found out whom the boy is. I didn’t know the police went that far to get rid of someone. That’s the last thing I trust my local police with.
Now that will put a shiver of fear down your spine. The policemen doing it, of course.
So essentially, it’s been put down to three different types of people with numerous different scenarios. This man is a mystery. It would be helpful if I knew his name. His hometown. His family. Especially who did it? It’s always about the murders. Why can’t people just live? Damned people.
I don’t personally understand the thinking. People, honestly. So who did it?
Anyway, that's all from me. Hope you enjoyed. I'm thinking of posting this on fictionpress too to see what kind of response I get....
Night!
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