sargent angilo and a fresh from arson rookie stepped onto the scene, the m.e. was already there, looking at the body while the police photographer was trying to get as many angles as he could. the odd thing, thought angilo was that everyone there seemed really disturbed. these were all season professionals of the homicide devision who have seen the worst side of human nature, so being jaded about most things is commen place and actually needed for survival in their little world. the end
as he happened upon the body he shook, the rookie of course vomited, trying to hold it in but ended up spilling out into the corner, right next to where someone was dusting for prints. "GODDAMNIT KID!! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PUKING!" angilo held back a chuckle and went to grab a look at the body.
the sargent was taken a back at what he saw. a male body, mid twenties, looking of good heath, was covered in cuts. deep cuts that raised the skin. the thing that was disturbing about this was that it looked to be done maticulously, with a sick care. what little skin that was between the gashes created little rivers and streams for the blood, that was now dried and caked, covering the body in what at first glance looked like a third degree sun burn. the sargent shook his head as he surveyed the body, whispering 'jesus christ' to himself every few moments. what made him think was that the only spot that was untouched was on the chest, where the heart is located and a perfect heart shape jumped out of his chest and gave horrible thoughts of lovers quarls and what certin emotions are capable of.
as angilo reached into his pocket for a pair of latex gloves he heard a dull moan. looking around the room he saw the rookie, still doubled over, thinking it was coming from him. then with a purpousfull jolt the body flew up and started shouting "jaquline!! please!!! this is to show you!! this is for you!!" as he started to get up everyone was too shocked to move. sargent angilo held the body back down and shouted to the room "DOES ANYONE KNOW WHO TO CHECK A FUCKING PULSE?!" as he held down the now live body he noticed a knife now clutched in his hand. as he moved quickly to remove it from the pocession of the now life filled corpse, the sargent noticed that the body started sobbing uncontrollably, softly saying "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" over and over again. the body started reaching for someone, so the sargent, with a heavey sigh, held this blood soaked, mutalated, hystarical body, rocking back and forth.
later on, at the hospital after they had gotten the full story of self mutilation from the body(now known as tyler) the sargent and the rookie step outside. both light cigarettes, take long thoughtfull drags and exhale while staring at nothing in paticular. they look at each other and the rookie asks: "what makes someone do something like that to themselves?"
sargent angilo just looked at the rookie and took a long drag off of his cigarette.
all he could manage to say was "wow, you're really that young huh?"