Bodies

By: WolfOfBloodMoon

Disclaimer: Apologies for the boring stuff in the beginning. But it does lead in to action. So deal with it.

Chapter I

Going for a Ride Tonight

He sat quietly in his office, strumming his fingers on the oak desk and staring at the clock on the adjacent wall. He watched the clock with such intensity, that the very clicking seemed to have burned into his mind. He leaned back in his chair, it creaking steadily with every movement. He turned his deep brown eyes away from the clock and stared at a picture frame with a picture of his dog. A huge Pit Bull and Great Dane mix with a spiked collar and a dark colored pelt. He smiled at his puppy and glanced back at the clock. Two minutes seemed to have passed and he was getting nowhere with what he had planned on doing. He gently rubbed his temples with his free hand, a habit he did often, and sat there in annoying silence.

"Mr. White?" His secretary, Lisa, said while opening the door with a sudden swing. He jumped and returned his chair to its upright position.

"Yes?" He replied before cracking his neck.

She cringed slightly but continued. "Your editor's here to discuss your latest," she said.

"Thank you, Lisa," he said and stood up slowly and began to walk towards the door. "Go and get yourself some coffee or something, take a break."

"But sir-"

"Go on, Lisa; get some coffee and maybe a doughnut or two! It'll do you some good to get out of the building every once and a while! Scram, bitch!" He said with a slight laugh. Lisa looked a shocked to hear that coming from her boss's mouth but nodded slightly and walked out. He sustained a laugh and went out to the main room and saw his editor. His smile of the day disappeared and he shoved his hands into his pant pockets and walked over in front of her.

"Don't you scowl at me, James! I came here to discuss your latest but if you want me to leave then say so!" The old woman said with scolding.

"Believe me Bernice, if it were that easy to get rid of you, I would have by now. Apparently my words don't affect you in any way." James said with a little chuckle but no smile. She huffed slightly and walked into his office with him following a step behind. She stood in front of his desk checking for dust, one of her strange habits, and scowled. He sat down at his desk and leaned back in his chair waiting for her to say something. "Well?" He said abruptly and forcefully. She jumped slightly and scowled even deeper and sat down in another chair.

"James, you've had five-" She began.

"Six," he corrected while looking at the picture of his puppy.

"Six," she sighed. "Books that have been published and all of them are hits. Your latest was the one that sold the most copies in the past year than any other. I took the liberty to read it myself and found it severely disgusting and so disturbing I wanted to hurl on the spot. Frankly James, I don't know what these people see in your books!"

"Bernice, what is the point of this conversation?" James asked looking up sharply.

"Don't you snap at me!"

"I'll do as I please, now what is this purpose of this?"

She sighed and opened up her bag and pulled out a copy of his latest book, Cut Through, and fished through the pages until she found her mark.

"He flicked out the grinning razor blade and smiled wickedly. Shelia stared up at her murderer with wide and tear-filled eyes with her hands tied in front of her. Ian leaned down in front of her and gently slid the sharp end of the razor down her right cheek and she whimpered in pain. He smiled even wider and cut a deep line below her collar bone. She shrieked as loud as she could with duck tape over her mouth. Ian dropped the razor and grabbed a golf club nearby and smashed her skull in. Sheila wasn't able to utter another word before her skull caved in and blood poured out rapidly as her brain splattered everywhere with every swing. Her corpse fell to the side with a thick thud and slashed up her face. He tore her clothes off and took out a butcher knife out and began to carve into her stomach and removed her organs."

She finished reading with a disgusted look as though she had just drunk some expired milk. James nodded lightly with an amused look and his fingers, again, were strumming on the desk.

"This, James," she tossed the book onto his desk, just by his fingers, "is what people now love to read I suppose…but you got so damned into with details that people were afraid to turn the page and afraid to not. How can you write like this?"

"Bernice," he sighed, "there are people that already get paid to do what you're doing…"

"And what am I doing?"

"Criticizing my book; my piece of art! You're my editor and what you do is, when I bring in a manuscript, you edit it. Check for mistakes, errors, fragments of sentences that should be fixed or changed. If anyone should be bitching at me for a gory book I wrote should be my publisher!" James snapped.

"James, if you'd let me get to the point here!"

"Then get to it! Hurry your old, crinkled ass up and get to the point!"

She sat up straight and glared at him. He stared back at her and waited. Through his dark temper that he was currently acting in, his look was so eerily calm. She sighed and brought out a newspaper she must have collected from earlier that day. She opened it up to an article and cleared her throat.

"The most recently published book, Cut Through, by the famed author James White has caused quite a flurry among readers and reporters on the Kelly Schwartz case." Bernice began from the article. James continued to strum his fingers, waiting for her to continue on. She took another breath and rustled the paper to stand up straight again. "When the book came out in stores three weeks ago it was known as White's most horrific novel yet. Many loyal readers flocked to the stores and bought a copy and read it. Some of those readers were reporters for local TV News Stations. A week after the book was put into book stores, Kelly Schwartz turned up missing.

"Reporters on the case thought nothing of the book and continued on with up to date information with the police stations. It wasn't until earlier this week the body of Kelly Schwartz was found and brought into the hospital morgue. One of the reporters went inside the morgue and managed to speak with the doctor who performed the autopsy on 16 year old Kelly Schwartz. 'The details were shocking,' ace reporter John Kenneth states, 'the way Dr. Warrick explained how she might have died was absolutely shocking. He explained to me that her skull caved in with violent blows from something close to a golf club. He also said that he could see how she had a severe cut under her collar bone and inside the murderer also poured salt. Her organs had been removed with what might have been a switch blade or a machete. She was hobbled, the doctor noticed, so she couldn't escape…or so we assume.'

"The details of the murder are surprisingly similar to that of one of the ten murder scenes in White's book. Reporters question the book and its accuracy and are planning a press conference with White. White's fans, however, say that the conference is unnecessary and that it was all coincidence." Bernice finished and folded the newspaper back up. She looked up and found him hunched over in his chair leaning on his desk. He sighed heavily and his shoulders drooped low. He stood up and leaned on the corner of the desk with his arms crossed.

"When is the conference?" He mumbled.

"I don't know, they'll call you I hope." She said and stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Good day James," she said and walked out.

'I can't believe they found the body.' He thought and cracked his neck again. He rubbed his temples again and looked out at the big city. The beautiful and dangerous city of Miami had always been his home. But some of the craziest things happen here, especially within the past year. In the past year, starting in March, there had been thirteen gruesome murders. And this was the first time police had found a body. 'They're making progress…got to be cautious I suppose…' James thought and grabbed his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. He left his office, locking the door behind him, and went to the lavishly decorated elevator. He endured six floors of elevator music until he finally left the elevator to run down the six more flights of stairs. He sped down the flights of stairs and rushed out into the parking lot.

He unlocked his truck and quickly jumped inside. He started the car and zoomed down the highway to get to the set of condos along the shore. He had to be ready for tonight, when he went to the clubs to nab another girl; maybe even two. Either way, he rushed home to his condo, carefully avoiding the police that sat lazily on the side of the road.

He jumped out of his truck and rushed up to the fifth floor and walked casually to the apartment numbered 40 and slid his card key in. The door opened smoothly and he walked in briskly, shutting the door and locking all three locks behind him. His puppy came out from his bedroom and pounced on him. The huge dog nearly toppled him to the ground and licked his master's face. James laughed and patted his dog on the head and scratched behind his ears.

"Hey Demon, good to see you too," he said kindly and kicked his shoes off. He undid his tie and took off his white business shirt and his pants. He walked around in his boxers and grabbed a can of beer. He drank that and went into his room and opened up his closet. If he was going to get a girl, he had to look good. He pulled out a pair of blue denim jeans and a black muscle shirt. He grinned and dressed up and grabbed a pair of sneakers. His dog sat on its haunches and wagged his tail with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, panting lightly. He knew what was going to happen.

Demon got up and walked over to his master and hit his head on James' palm. James bent down to his dog's level and received a lick. James stroked his dog's soft pelt and scratched Demon's back.

"That's right buddy, we're going for a ride tonight…to the woods, and we're bringing a date." James said lovingly to his dog.

Late that night, James brought his dog out to the parking lot (secretly) and both jumped into the truck and were off to the numerous clubs in Miami. Demon stuck his head out of the open window and sneezed every now and then when too much are went up his nose. James looked over at his dog and couldn't help but laugh. His dog was the only loyal companion and he liked it that way. He reached over and scratched his dog behind the ears again and returned to driving. He switched on the radio and put in a CD that had become one of his favorite. It was a Rob Zombie CD that he had bought online and he only really listened to one song on that entire disc: Dragula. He blasted that song and drove down a dark street littered with gangs.

He gained a lot of looks from people but they took one look at his huge dog (who is only about a year old) and decided to save what they had planned, for later. He arrived at a club, with a huge bouncer in the front, and parked his car.

He turned to Demon and scratched behind the ears again. "Keep it an eye on the buddy, if anyone comes near, you bark at them. But stay here Demon." James said kindly and climbed out of the truck. He locked the truck and his dog barked once at him and seemed to kind of smile, James waved at his puppy and walked up to the bouncer.

"You can't just walk in here little man, you gotta have a pass." The bouncer said.

'Oh this man's intelligent,' James thought and rolled his eyes slightly. He held up an ID and the bouncer nodded and opened the door. Music suddenly seemed to blare as strobe lights and disco globes flared. He walked in and the door closed quickly behind him. He spotted the bar and saw two girls: blonde and brunette; sitting there talking, laughing, and drinking. He grinned and walked over and pulled up a seat next to the blonde.

After a little bit of talking and getting these girls drunk to the point of passing out, he got them to go out to his truck with him. He led them out, and then showed them into his truck. Demon looked in the back seat and then back at his master. James climbed in and leaned over and scratched his dog behind the ears. He started his truck and was off, with the two drunken girls in the backseat talking and laughing away.

"Hey, mister," one girl slurred, "where are we going?"

"To my place, I have a condo along the beach you two might like to see," James replied calmly.

"You better have a condom!" The other girl slurred and the two laughed loudly. He continued to drive them out into the middle of nowhere. They soon fell asleep in the backseat and Demon continued to check up on them. James looked in his rearview mirror and grinned. The truck was approaching the cabin and he slowly came to a stop.

"Ladies, we're here…" He said quietly and lightly nudged them. They slowly began to stir and look at their surroundings.

"Where are we?" One asked sleepily.

"We're at my condo," he said with a smile as he helped them out of the truck. Since the moon had gone, neither girl could tell if he was telling the truth or not.

"You must live on the first floor," the other said and climbed out of the car and stumbled.

"You could say that," James said. As soon as both were out of truck and his dog jumped out, he grabbed a rifle that was under his seat, he knocked both of the girls on the back of the neck. They gasped lightly and fell to the ground unconscious.

A/N: The gore is going to be in the next chapter. This was more of a prelude to the rest of the story. Kind of like the prologue, but this actually gives away more information. Sorry for the boredom at the beginning of chapter, but oh well. You'll live, now review my bitches!