The Garbage Man
We held our breath as we carefully stepped over the bodies. At least what remained of them. Five women, limbs
chopped off one after the other as they were left to bleed to death. Their bodies strewn everywhere, as they laid in sticky pools of blood while a haven of flies lingered over the rotting corpses. We slowly tiptoed, shining our torches in front of us as we knew we were in his lair. After two years of frantic searching and reaching dead ends, my partner, Brad Hemsworth and I were finally about to see the face of my wife's killer. "The Garbage man", is what we called him for his knack of torturing and dumping his bodies in unoccupied or abandoned houses that were full of trash. But his lair was different, beautiful bungalow with a beautiful front yard. A true family home, owned by a true monster. Traces to find out the buyer bore no fruit, as the real buyer was just a decoy used by the killer, his body found dumped and chopped to pieces just like all his victims. Just like how he did to my wife, and that's what made this case personal to Brad and I.
We made it through the bloody corridor, as we opened the bedroom doors, holding our pistols and torches tight, waiting for
a mad man to jump out with an axe any time soon but nothing. All we saw was an empty room. "Fuck, we have been through the entire house already but nothing, no sign of him", Brad whispered under his breath with a hiss. I could tell he was pissed as the intel we got did not bear any fruit. Brad had been in the force for the last eleven years and my partner for six years, but I have never seen him so gripped by a case like this one. After all my wife was his sister, and the day she died it took away a piece of him. The bond they had was so intense that her death pushed him to be a raging alcoholic, something he has been recovering from for the last two months. Our friendship and brotherhood is what got us through the last two years, but the blood thirst for this guy, carving bullets into his flesh, that's what made us stay up at night. But tonight seemed it seemed our little strand of hope was just about to tear.
Brad rubbed his hair in frustration, cursing under his breath as I looked around, in case we were missing something. "I don't
like this anymore than you do but he ain't here. We can stay through the night in the car and just wait till he-" I got cut short mid sentence by the look on Brad's face. "Did you hear that?" He quizzically asked as he slowly walked back through the corridor, frowning has he stared down at the floor. I quickly responded,"Have you been drinking again? Coz I cant hear shit. What are you staring at?" He briefly stopped, still staring at the floor. "That. That is what I was looking for." He stomped on the wooden floor, and it felt hollow. It was a door to a basement. A distant muffled noise could be heard after the stomping. Its what took Brad's keen interest. It sounded like a woman.
After finding an axe from the garage, we tore through basement door, shining our light through the thick blanket of darkness. A heavy stench hit us like a wave as we stepped on the basement stair. Wave of stench was an understatement, pool was more like it. The smell of rotten dead flesh was too much to bear that our eyes watered as buff flooded our throats. I shone the light around to study our environment. This is what met my eyes. Hooks hanging with chunks of human flesh dangling from their tips, one side of the room had glass cages full of rats tearing at chunks of flesh that I supposed were human. One corner had a basin that was full to the brim with intestines and all kinds of trash. In the middle of the room tied in a chair was what I supposed to be a woman but her scarlet red body covered in dried blood made her seem otherwise. She was shaking violently, and her thin frame of body could show she was emaciated after being starved for days in that hell hole. It was a scene out of a psychotic horror movie.
The woman stared away from the bright torch as Brad approached her. But for some reason, she couldn't stop releasing the
muffled scream through the binds around her mouth. It got worse when we approached her. "Relax everything is all right. We are detectives, see my badge?" Brad tried his best to calm her down but nothing. "He...He is here..He is here.." She muttered at Brad, her eyes wide open like she had seen the devil. "Where? Where is he?" He asked.
Two gunshots ripped through the air, as the woman's piercing scream engulfed the room. A gush of blood sipped through his fingers as he gripped his chest. Fear and shock filling his eyes, as he struggled to spit out his final words. "Why..Why..Just why.." Bradly muttered as his life slowly slipped away, all the while staring at my smoking gun. "All this time its been you..." He finally quipped as he laid on the floor lifeless. Finally, I was tired of his irritating voice, and it was about time he shut up. I stared at Ashley, my latest victim, as she trembled and quaked like a motor, tears running down her bruised cheeks. "My dear, sweet Ashley, you were trying to be a naughty girl weren't you? " I asked her, as she shook her head begging for forgiveness.
They always do. Right before I shut them up.