Screams filled the peaceful night sky of Crocus, breaking it apart as a plate that falls on the ground. Yet the sound that was to be heard was only short, before it muffled away into nothingness so that the silence of the night could once again reclaim it's rightful place.
Only not before Frederick could hear it as well, and as if he was fine tuned to it Frederick immediately knew that this was a death cry. That the sound the woman might have uttered was the final thing she ever did.
Still without a second delay Frederick jumped into action, still knowing damn well it was to late for her. Then again, Frederick wasn't here to save that woman. No in fact he was here to catch the one who did this. The serial killer that has stricken this town as a disease for weeks now. The killer that the newspaper bluntly called 'The gold-clad killer'.
When Frederick arrived at the scene, a shot was shown about why the journalists would call him that. The woman, who probably was screaming earlier was now laying down on the ground. Yet instead of just normal stab wounds, her body was mutilated in a rather horrifying way. Something that Frederick wouldn't even wish for his worst enemy. Through her throat and eyes a boiling hot golden liquid was being pumped through her body, so much that eventually her throat would burst open or belly would burst open. Immediately after that the gold would coagulate, making the once liquid form turning into a solid golden layer that would stick against her skin.
It was gruesome, even for Frederick's taste and past discretions. Enough so that even he had a slight problem with looking at it directly. But he had too.
With a slight mixed feeling about this matter Frederick bent down through his knees, low enough so that he could take a closer look at the gold itself. From that moment he knew that he missed the culprit maybe be a minute or two. As he didn't even needed to lay his hand on the gold layer to feel if it was still warm.
'Tch' he said rather out loud 'still gruesome as ever I see..'
Only not before Frederick could hear it as well, and as if he was fine tuned to it Frederick immediately knew that this was a death cry. That the sound the woman might have uttered was the final thing she ever did.
Still without a second delay Frederick jumped into action, still knowing damn well it was to late for her. Then again, Frederick wasn't here to save that woman. No in fact he was here to catch the one who did this. The serial killer that has stricken this town as a disease for weeks now. The killer that the newspaper bluntly called 'The gold-clad killer'.
When Frederick arrived at the scene, a shot was shown about why the journalists would call him that. The woman, who probably was screaming earlier was now laying down on the ground. Yet instead of just normal stab wounds, her body was mutilated in a rather horrifying way. Something that Frederick wouldn't even wish for his worst enemy. Through her throat and eyes a boiling hot golden liquid was being pumped through her body, so much that eventually her throat would burst open or belly would burst open. Immediately after that the gold would coagulate, making the once liquid form turning into a solid golden layer that would stick against her skin.
It was gruesome, even for Frederick's taste and past discretions. Enough so that even he had a slight problem with looking at it directly. But he had too.
With a slight mixed feeling about this matter Frederick bent down through his knees, low enough so that he could take a closer look at the gold itself. From that moment he knew that he missed the culprit maybe be a minute or two. As he didn't even needed to lay his hand on the gold layer to feel if it was still warm.
'Tch' he said rather out loud 'still gruesome as ever I see..'
