Blade Runner Mafia Day 2: A sick display (SERIAL KILL)

/ooc I'm really sorry about the lateness of the kills in the past couple of days. Here is your long awaited serial kill, and if need be I can extend the voting to compensate for the late notice.

he dismantled his cat took it apart sick bastard how could he do that to his pet unfeeling must be an android took apart his cat have to do something I’ll dismantle him see how that feels

The scene in Jean’s apartment would have been enough to turn Bepa’s stomach earlier in her career, and she was grateful that her reactions to such things were now at least schooled enough not to show. She had arrived at the apartment building early that morning to take one last look at the crime scene only to find a cluster of neighbors outside Jean’s door. Someone was banging at the door loudly and a few had concerned looks on their faces. Bepa calmly pushed the group aside and knocked with authority. Hearing no answer but feeling an odd sense of dread, she drove her shoulder hard into the door. It gave, though a part of her wished it hadn’t.

The inside of Jean’s apartment was a visual assault of blood and gore. Bepa stood stone still as the apartment dwellers scattered, some to be sick, some to escape the horror inside. Bepa knew from experience that one look had been enough for most; they may flee from the sight of this butchery, but the image would be burned in their minds forever. She knew, calm as she might be now, that tonight this scene would haunt her dreams. If she was lucky enough to sleep at all.

Blood covered the walls of the foyer, in sheets of red and splatters, and in one place the shape of a hand. What was left of the body, little more than a torso now, lay on the floor in the middle of the entryway surrounded by a pool of blood. There was very little skin left. Bepa took a series of pictures and proceeded carefully inside the apartment, being careful to avoid stepping in the blood. And parts. A trail of gore led her through the kitchen into the living room, and Bepa was suddenly grateful the neighbors had scattered. Their peek into the foyer hadn’t been half of it. Not nearly. There was an impossible amount of blood on the carpet, on the furniture, on the walls. Small pieces of flesh were scattered around the room, somehow made more horrible by being nearly unidentifiable. In a corner of the room the wall was dented in marked with what might have been gray matter, which led Bepa to wonder where the victim’s head might have ended up. Bepa thought she might have seen an ear.

One thing was clear; Bepa would be here a while. It would take hours to gather the spread out…evidence. Optimistically, Bepa reflected that this unexpected event would at the very least be a chance for her to think through all that had happened in the past two days. And there was a good chance she would be able to recover enough…evidence…to run a bone marrow analysis. She only hoped today’s bagging and tagging would turn up the demented person who committed this atrocious act.