Kissed by Cold Blood

This is an attempt at a story. This story is going to hopefully be interesting. The idea for it has stayed in my head for quite some time, but I just forgot about it for a while until I remembered it one day.

This story is called Kissed by Cold Blood. I am writing it all on my own. To be very honest, I am a little scared to put this out there for anyone to see, but hey,I want to do this.

Created by: Ash Midnight

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  1. Thank you for reading this I hope you like it
  2. This is going to be an attempt at a story. Bear with me please.
  3. A girl laying face down on the floor. Her hair matted and arms twisted. There is also bright yellow caution tape around her. I am the one that put the tape there. My name is Layla Evans. I am a police officer. I am one of the newer cops to the force, so this is one of the first times I have ever seen an actual live d3ad person before my very eyes. I was called to check out a crime scene a couple hours ago. I’m still trying hard to wrap my mind around this mess.
  4. I feel for the girl - whoever she is, and her family. I wonder if they know about this girl’s d3ath already. “What’s her name?” I asked a co-worker and friend of mine, Dean. “We haven’t been able to find any identification on her. Her face looks to be burnt slightly, so we cannot tell who she is. We can’t check dental records because her teeth have been ripped out.” I shuddered. I stand next to Dean as the b0dy is lifted onto an ambulance. Nobody is here but the people in the ambulance and the other officers. I guess the girl’s family doesn’t know about any of this. Or she doesn’t have one.
  5. As I drive home I begin to think. How could anyone do a thing like this? I mean, I knew that as a police officer I would see violent things, but I guess I just did not think anything would really ever happen. You see, I live in a town called Elmswood Green. It is known for being a safe place to live and a town with lots of parks, schools, and fun. An article I once read said that Elmswood Green was “the safest place to live in this state.” I did not expect anything ever to really happen. I thought the most violent thing that I would ever see was maybe a fight at a bar or something. But anyways, how could anyone ever k1ll anybody? You would have to lack a heart and humanity. Maybe you would even lack feelings too. Wait. People k1ll people because of their feelings of hatred. And I suppose everyone had feelings too. Even serial k1llers. Honk! Oops. That was the car to the side me. I hadn’t been watching where I was going… I almost collided into them. And to think I’m the one giving tickets to people who drive like I did a minute ago…
  6. I wake up the next morning in a sadness funk. I can’t help it. Whenever I think about people dying I feel sad. Also maybe it’s because I saw d3ath in front of me last night. maybe. When I get into my car and drive to work, I look everywhere. I’m much more alert than usual. I’m scared of getting into an accident. I very well could have been hurt last night because of my lack of attention. Even though I get there on time, Chief Daniels approaches me. I know what that means. Every day he likes to out me for being “late.” He only outs me too. Nobody else. I think it could be because I am the only woman on the squad. But I won’t let him today. “Look at the time. I am here on time, Chief.” His nostrils flare, and he glares at me. “Missy, I will not tolerate back talk. Follow me. NOW!” I have not choice but to follow him. My feet shuffle and my legs are wobbly. I’m nervous. What if I get fired?
  7. It turns out I am not getting fired. He just wanted me to come to a meeting. “There’s been seven m1rders in the past year. They’ve all taken place in this town.” says Chief Daniels grimly. This is news to me. I just joined a couple months ago, so I know nothing about m1rders from six months to a year ago. “I think they are all connected somehow. Our forensics investigator has confirmed all seven deaths happened in the same way. And they all share some eerie similarities. All seven of the bodies have no teeth. The teeth were all pulled out. The faces are all singed and none of them have been able to be identified yet. All of the bodies have been found near the same exact place. So far there are ten suspects in these cases. I am going to assign you all to investigate one of them. I want you to find evidence and maybe trick them into saying something incriminating.” He continued. “This may be too hard for some of you,” He looks at me, grinning slightly. “If you want to quit, feel free!”
  8. I am spitting mad. What the hell did I do to deserve all of this? I can succeed in this. Why doesn’t he think I can? Though I am about to snap a little, I am holding it in. For once. I can’t really contain my anger sometimes. It gets me into trouble, but I’m working on it. “Mike, you look into James Smith. Roy, you question Carla Stewart. Dean, make sure to talk to Aaron Mitchell.” I wait for Chief Daniels to assign me a person to look into, but he doesn’t. Instead I just sit in my chair, fiddling with my pen. It feels like forever has passed by. I finally have had enough of this garbage and say “Um, Chief? Do I get to be assigned to a suspect of one of these cases?” Oh he’s gonna blow. He’s gonna snap so hard, I should brace myself.
  9. Before he can yell at me or laugh in my face, Chief Daniel’s assistant walks into the room. “Um, Sir, we actually have another suspect. It looks like you forgot to give out the tenth case. You only gave out nine case files.” I look at the assistant with hope in my eyes. Maybe I will get to help after all! “Fine. You can study this suspect. It’s probably too tough for someone like you, a woma-” I cut him off. I don’t want to hear him finish that sentence. “Thank you Chief for giving me this case. I will try my best.” I snatch the file on the suspect and try to gather my things and exit the room. I whisper a thank you to the assistant before I go. The assistant shrugs a little. He’s trying to be humble. I can tell.
  10. I go to my desk and look over the file on the suspect. There’s not much information on him to go over. This will be hard, but I like challenges. The only thing really on the file is just his name and address. One-three-six-nine Deadlock eighteenth Avenue. I quickly set off to my car, a grey Toyota Camry, and get going. Before I forget, I glance at the file again to see his name again. Jason Black.
  11. The roads are nice, and the traffic is smooth. Everything is going fine. I wonder what Jason will be like? And is he actually a k1ller? Maybe just a man wrongfully accused of something? Only one way to find out. I arrive at his place and look around. The grass is overgrown and the house is small. It seems to have two floors and the windows are dark. Nobody in sight. I walk slowly over to the doorbell. A sense of overwhelming dread shadows me, and I can feel it sinking into my skin. I just have a bad feeling about this place.
  12. Ding Dong! I rang the doorbell. No answer. I browse my phone for a minute, giving him time to come to the door. Still no answer. Ding Dong! I wait some more and watch a funny YouTube short about a dog skateboarding. “Ugh, he’s not home. I’ll try again tomorrow.” I say to myself, disappointed at the lack of progress made on this case. I’m about to turn around and leave when someone says “Fine. I’m here. What do you want?”
  13. I whip around so quickly, my auburn-ish colored hair makes a whooshing noise. I didn’t think anybody was home. In front of me stands a male about my age. “Are you Jason Black?” I ask in my most serious tone of voice. “What’s it to ya?” He’s not going to tell me who is now, is he? “I’m an officer. I am working on a case. Here’s my badge.” I flashed my badge to him quickly. This usually lets people know that I am serious and that they should not mess with me. “Yes. Does that answer your question? Can you please leave?” He looks at me coldly, grey eyes flashing in the light. I’m starting to get this feeling. I don’t know how to describe it. It feels rather strange. I breathe in sharply. Don’t say anything you’ll regret, Layla! “I have been assigned to study you and ask you some questions about some local m1rders. The quicker you let me talk to you, the faster you get rid of me.” Good. That sounded okay. Professional and totally not struggling to not snipe at him.
  14. “Do you need me to come to the station?” He asks this question with a hint of boredom in his voice. It was as if he had been to the station fifteen times before and the station was now his new life. I reply to him in my most professional tone of voice. “No, you don’t need to come with me to the station. We can talk in your yard, like we are now, or you can invite me inside.” Okay. Wrong thing to say, Layla. You sounded rude. And way too eager. He sighs, sounding annoyed. “Fine. I’ll let you in, but make this fast please.” Jason has a cloud of mystery surrounding him. I like it. He opens the door for me slowly. The inside of his house is dark. There’s not many lights on and the only colors seem to be shades of grey and black. The furniture is plain and there is not much to look at. The house smells of rosemary and sage candles. Jason sits down on his light grey sofa. “What questions did you need to ask me?”
  15. “You are being viewed as a suspect in the seven local m1rders that have taken place in the last year.” He looks at me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I can feel his eyes piercing me though. I don’t like the feeling. “Can I have a lawyer?” Of course. He won’t say a thing. “You are not under arrest. We just want to interview you to clear another person off the suspects list.” I feel watched. Maybe that’s because he’s observing my every movement and seems to be think carefully about everything being said and done. “I have nothing to do with anything.” He says it stoically, like he doesn’t care at all about anything or anyone. It’s funny though. When I mentioned the word “m1rder” he smirks a little. He seems proud of something. Maybe he k1lled those people.
  16. “Do you know anything at all?” I know he’s gonna say he doesn't know anything about anyone at all, but hey I can try. “Look, I don’t know anything. Okay? Just leave it at that.” Okay, I can tell he is getting angry now. His eyebrows are in the angry position and his lips are twitching a little. “You know, this would go a lot easier if you would just friggin cooperate!” Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that. I don’t think this is not gonna end well.
  17. “Look I’m sorry I yelled,” I said. “Could we just start over?” He looks at me. I can’t see his left eye right now because his messy hair is covering it and because the angle his head is tilted at. I can’t help but stare a little. What am I thinking? Layla, you seriously can’t think this man is attractive! He might be a serial k1ller! Jason interrupts my thoughts. “Fine. We can start over. But tomorrow though. I have business to attend to.” He leads me to the door and I amble down to my car. I notice the rich sound of overwhelming melodies coming from Jason’s window as I drive away with the windows open. I wonder what “business” he’s attending.
  18. I get back to the station slightly upset. I haven't figured out a single thing yet. This is frustrating. How am I supposed to help solve these murders and make life better for others if I can’t even interview some a–hole successfully? I tell my experience with Jason Black today with Dean, and he says “Wow, it sounds like you are gonna have a tough time with this one. You seem to hate him already! You’re so worked up your face is red” Even though I am fully aware that Jason is a cold jerk, I don’t actually hate him and I think I actually may- wait a minute- what! I’m blushing! This situation is even worse than I thought.

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