Snippet #2709138

The Body of James Coleman smacked back into his bed, now soaked crimson with blood and skull fragment, the white mattress resembled an expressionist painting of a twisted nature...

A single bloody hole replaced his left eye, most of the rear of his skull was removed, yet a near peaceful expression set upon the remainder of his face, it would be days before one of his room mates tracks him down, and discovers the body of his former friend and reported to the only people he knew who'd understand their... affliction. The MCU.

"You'd think they'd be able to deal with their own homicides by now." Xiaolian grumped, hardly enthused with the prospect of having been pulled out of her nice warm bed to go investigate a crime scene in the middle of the night. "Probably some kid got hopped up on drugs and did something dumb." She muttered as she stood underneath her umbrella, sipping at a coffee the could only be described as paint thinner. It was strong stuff and took plenty of cream or sugar, preferably both, to make it palatable.

Having spoken with a few of the local officers earlier, they were obviously spooked, more so than usual. Someone had apparently phoned in an anonymous tip for where a body could be found. By now the whole scene was cordoned off in yellow tape, and bathed in the harsh light of the squad cars light's. "Short end of the goddamn stick..." Xiaolian continued to mutter grumpily, hardly a night owl and more concerned with when she could get back to bed.