After her weekend, she sat in the passenger seat of a patrol car going around Mundaring. While it was not typical for a detective to be patrolling with a patrol officer. She believed it would be necessary to the investigation, as she and her colleagues figured out a pattern with the murders.
They figured that since the victims lived in a house and were alone at the time of the murder, that the killer only targeted single people. So, the departments made a joint effort to have detectives team up with patrol officers to hopefully catch the murderer or at least be on the scene the moment it happened.
This will keep people calm. She thought to herself, deep down it was better than nothing as people panicked about a crazed serial killer in Perth. The patrols were only done to keep people calm, even if it was a facade to hide the fact that no one had a clue on how to stop the murderer.
It was nearly midnight, Joanna missed the warmth of her girlfriend as her body became groggy and sluggish. A coffee will be good right about now. But she just sat in the car not speaking a word, alone with her thoughts as her partner focused on the road. The houses were already prepared for the Christmas flair as they showed off their decorations and lighting. Some even acted humorous by replacing Santa with a kangaroo version.
Yet she couldn’t get her mind off those teens she saw a few days ago. They just looked off to her, she didn’t want to be mean and think they were inbred or from a different country. The kid with the freckles on the other hand was the strangest of them all. She knew she looked strikingly familiar yet couldn’t positively put her finger on what.
Her partner noticed a flash in the distance from their rearview mirror, followed by multiple bangs of gunfire. Their partner turned the car around while Joanna called for backup over the radio. Sirens of red and blue blared while the engine roared to where the shooting took place.
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When they arrived, they noticed multiple torn bodies scattered around a small granny flat. All of them are of mixed ethnicities and genders, as well as being heavily armed and armoured. Like they were either special forces or a very modernised SWAT team. All of them have their throats slit open, though none of them bled.
The house was shot up badly, every window was smashed and every inch of the house’s walls was covered in bullet holes. Joanna jumped out of the car with her service pistol at the ready. She believed the altercation had ended, yet she didn’t want to test if it was safe or not.
‘Stay by the car, I’ll search the premises!’ She ordered as she approached the building, Joanna noticed the logo on the chest of their body armour. A stylised D inside of a U.
She continued forward; the lights inside the house flickered with every step she took. In the living room was a corpse of what she assumed was a young woman, though this time with her body protruding halfway out of her skin through her mouth. Like a caterpillar breaking out of its cocoon.
Joanna jumped as a little girl, no older than 10, appeared in the corner of her eye. She lowered her gun after taking a deep breath. ‘Is everything okay?’ Joanna asked. She was about to take a step towards her only to stop the moment she got a better view of the girl.
The little girl’s eyes were to the side of her dark mouth, the nose tilted unnaturally upwards than it should be humanly possible, while her lips were directly at her chin. But what made Joanna skip a beat was how empty the girl’s eye sockets were, that she was looking directly into the vastness of an infinite void. It was like the skin was a mask that she, or something, was wearing to hide its true form.
Joanna took a step back as the girl hovered towards her. It spoke with an alien voice, a tone both foreign and synthetic. ‘You have pretty skin.’