Here is part 2, it's a bit shorter as can you believe it, they actually want me to do some work here. Working for the government is not what it used to be. Thanks for all the feedback, I still can't believe people are interested. I'm getting all gooshy. For Sue once I finish this story. I'll put it all together go through fix up spelling and any other errors. Plus incorporate any feedback given.
1 day and 30 minutes ago Things began to go bad, we lose Tes' khh to a carrien ambush, while investigating an abandoned power station.
The cold metal of the shotgun presses hard against my face.
The whispering sound of a blade being unsheathed sends dread flowing through me.
Carver slowly bends his knees moving implacably towards me, the glint of the long scalpel sharp blade hinting at the dark desires of its master.
"Fuck it" a croaking whisper from my lips
I move to bring the FEN up in a last act of defiance, a stabbing pain lances through my hand as the blade flashes down, I feel the chill metal and sharp edges parting the flesh on the back of my hand, then a strange feeling as it stretches, then slices though the skin on my palm, trapping my hand in the frame work of the walkway.
I howl12 Hours and 15 minutes ago, we find the first body of the Op's on the Serial Killer hunt. His skinned body glistening red in the torch light, rests on a hammock of his own skin. I puke, the flying attack confectionery Jelly Beans look strange mixed with my bile.
"Tich tich, naughty little fish"
"Ugh" is about the only response I can verbalise, part of my mind thinks I should be putting on a braver show for the viewers. The rest of it however is not coping too well.
"Rules were made, rule then broken" Carver leans forward the stench of rotting flesh launches an attack on my sense of smell.
Then a long red tongue snakes out of his mask, and licks the thick red fluid welling from my ruined hand.
I stare transfixed, my mind retreating into a dark safe corner.
"Excuse me Mr Carver, would you like to answer a few questions for the viewers out........."
The sing song deep baritone voice of the reporter seems to come from a different world, my rapidly retreating mind comes roaring back.
"No comment" impassive giving no hint of what is to follow I feel the shotgun slide quickly off my face, Carver pivots on his feet bringing the barrel of the shotgun around making a dull whacking sound followed by a sharp crack as it impacts with the reporters expensive but now broken face.Things begin to move as if in slow motion, the reporter's head whips backwards leaving a streamer of blood and sharp white shards of teeth in its wake. I see the camera man and sound guy, move quickly into a better filming position.
Then almost by instinct, those weeks of training at Meny kick in. Time to boost the ratings and hopefully my lifepsan.10 Hours ago we find the Ebon leader that Breeze had a thing for. I'd rather not think about how we found him.
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