{20th Collar} He used a sandblaster in the kitchen. [In Person] (Backdated to Monday morning)

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom enters the kitchen to get out a few supplies for his mini fridge for the next few days. Once he opened the two way kitchen door, the sight he saw was a rather gruesome one with very little evidence other than small smatterings of blood on the cabinets, wall and door with a pool about the size of a dinner plate on the floor that has spread out and thinned in certain places.]

Shit...

[Tom pulls out his Blackberry and calls the first person in mind...]

[Audio/Private to Saguru]

Houston this is Eagle 1. We have a problem.

[The levity is the first clue that Tom has discovered something horribly wrong.]

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[Audio/Private]

[stalking_horse]

[Oh goddamnit, and it'd looked like this would be such a QUIET week potentially, too.]

What is it? [And yes, the response does have a bit of "tired" to it - it's been a rough week, and he's not entirely happy to have something ELSE happening, particularly considering that if Tom is calling him, it's probably because there's been a murder.]

[Audio/Private]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Even Tom was looking forward to some normalcy considering that he had lost his device in a space of nearly a month and has been trying to keep abreast of what's been going on only to stumble and nearly walk in a puddle of blood.]

For starters, Detective, it's a mess in the kitchen. I'll need you to come take a look at this.

[Thankfully his wits are still in tact which the scene itself is enough to make anyone sick just by assumption alone.]

[Audio/Private -> In Person]

[stalking_horse]

Damnit. [He sighs.] I'll be right down.

[And sure enough, he's there in pretty short order, giving the scene a distinctly unhappy frown; from the way the blood's patterned and the lack of signs of a body, or even removal of a body - ]

Lovely. I'd say I hope to god this incident isn't related to the OTHER two of someone with power who's been using it violently, but I'm willing to bet I'd be proven wrong.

[In person]

[p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com]

[From having left his child in his room in the basket, with a note to the Author Shiki had found himself at about 5 years old. He'd come into the kitchen to get a drink, not far behind Tom. When he was met with the sight of the blood everywhere he freezes up, mouth slightly open in shock just staring in horror.]

A..

[In person]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom quickly turns around and whisks the child out of the room. His own son was sitting on the dinning room floor with a toy car and looks up at his father.]

Daddy?

Uh...can you hold on just a moment.

[Tommy stands up and waddles toward the new boy. The blond holds out his hand.]

I'm Tommy!

[He turns his attentions to the new child and clears his throat.]

How about I take you and Tommy outside to the park?

[In person]

[p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com]

[Shiki doesn't reply, just stood there in silence. He'd seen the glimpse of something like that before. It was unavoidable when the world was slowly going to hell in a hand basket.

He looks up to Tommy and blinks at his hand. Instinctively he grabs it and shakes it before clamming up again. He just nods quietly.]