Murder cases

The lean figure dressed in a white labcoat walked into the room. His blue eyes scanned the numerous cells and large crystal tubes which housed various living beings.

Some of the creatures growled at him while others, perhaps exhausted, didn't have the strength to make any sound.

"Any updates?" He asked the lady who shook her head.

"None sir. But about the two who handed themselves over..."

"Are they dead?"

"Well no but.."

"If they are not dead there's no need to tell me anymore," the man said and walked away.

"Understood sir," the lady said and turned to her work.

The man walked out of the underground lab and headed to his office. He took out the labcoat, put on a black shirt and a pair of designer pants. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt revealing the pale skin and tousled his hair.

A knock sounded from the door just as he was done prepping himself.

"Yes?"

The door opened slightly and a head popped out from behind the wooden door," Boss, you have a meeting with the interviewees today."

"I'll be right there. Have everyone settled in the meeting room downstairs."

The man nodded and headed out.

"Next!"

One by one the number rapidly reduced from hundreds to around ten individuals. Watching as only a few seconds had passed before a person walked out of the room looking dejected, the remaining participants couldn't help but feel their chances were becoming less and less positive.

"Next!"

This action continued for a while till only two remained.

"Hey, do you think we'll make it?" One asked the other and he remained silent not sure how to answer this gentleman.

Finn swallowed hard and walked into the room when his chance came. Sitting across the room was the man he had heard so much about. A man he had looked up to since he was young. In comparison to his thoughts on the matter, the man before him was exceedingly handsome even though he was in his mid fifties. He had blue eyes which had a cold aura floating in them, his pale white skin did not show any signs of old age but rather a passionate youth's age.

"Name."

"My name is Finnerd Prime. It is such a pleasure to meet you sir."

"Yes, well what can you do?" The man asked resting his chin on the palm of his hand, his eyes scanning the documents on his right hand," says here you are still a student."

"Yes. I study at X university."

The man's eyes scanned the boy before him before shrugging and getting up from the chair.

"Okay as an alumni of the school, I shall put you to the test."

"Yes sir!"

"Take him to Dr. Flower, he'll work under her and her entire department," the man instructed.

"Yes boss."

Finn watched in silence as his role model walked out of sight before following the man down the opposite path. He was led down to a room that was filled with lab equipment which occupied half the entire room.

"Dr. Flower, Boss has assigned a new helper to you," the man said and the said Dr looked up from her computer.

She walked towards the two and eyed Finn from head to toe before nodding her head.

"Not bad. What's your name sweetie?"

"Finn."

"Oh Finn, am Dr. Flower."

Dr. Flower had white skin, large black eyes which glowed whenever she was excited. Her black hair was held back in a pony tail, a small flower pin holding the hair in place.

She wrapped her hand around Finn and shooed the man away.

"Finn dear, do you know what work we do here?"

Finn shook his head, he had applied to this company because he thought he would get to see the man who single handily built it from scratch. He hoped to work as his personal secretary or an errand boy. What he did not expect was for him to be assigned to someone different entirely.

Dr. Flower looked at him and smiled," Well there's no time like the present to learn right?"

She led him towards her desk," Finn, do you think there are other living creatures like us in the world?"

"Pardon? I mean.. I often heard some stories back when I was young but.. I don't believe in childhood fairytales that talk about werewolves, vampires and other monsters."

The doctor chuckled and said nothing. Only after five minutes had passed did she hand Finn some documents that obscured his line of sight.

"Take this to the document room. Just take a left once you see the elevators."

"Wa- wait! What am I.."

Dr. Flower had already busied herself with work and Finn sighed, how could he see anything with the huge stack blocking his sight?

Finn walked down the path as instructed and luckily, nothing stopped him in his path. Having arrived in the room, he set the documents down with a thud and sat on the floor.

"Ouch! I think I broke my back," Finn whined to himself rubbing his back.

The following days had a monotonous work schedule for Finn. He would arrive at the company at eight in the morning, Dr. Flower would be in the lab typing away on her computer and upon noticing Finn, she would beam happily and point to a pile of papers that needed rearranging. Afterwards, the rest of the workers would walk in and have Finn attend to their needs like fetching them coffee or some snacks. At lunch, Finn was left tidying up the lab, at three, some would clock off but Finn could be assigned some tasks such as typing some work when Flower was too bust to deal with the work. By the time Finn clocked out at eight o'clock, his limbs would be sore from all the work he had done during the day. At this time he would often run into his role model who would simply nod in his direction upon noticing him. This single act was enough for Finn and all the miseries he had encountered during the day seemed worth it.

Finn lived in a small studio not far from the company he worked in. Walking down the dimly lit path, his stomach growled and Finn stopped by the convenience store.

"My, you're late again today?" The cashier asked and Finn smiled in her direction.

"I had work to do," he replied simply and took some instant noodles.

"Noodles again? Hey kid, do you know you need to eat a nutritious meal at least once if not thrice? All you ever buy is instant noodles. If this goes on you'll eventually die."

"Die? Come on, it's not that serious. Besides, I can't cook why would I risk burning down my kitchen when I can just have the noodles?" Finn asked and the cashier sighed rubbing her eyes.

"You're impossible," she said and Finn paid before walking out.

"Bye."

"Hey! At least..."

The doors closed shut and the cashier was left shaking her head in disbelief.

Swinging the paper bag to and fro, Finn hummed as he walked home.

After a quick shower, Finn sat on the small couch, a steaming bowl of noodles on his hand.

"Ah, that hit the spot."

He placed the bowl on the small stool and took his laptop typing away.

Displayed on the screen was all kinds of pictures and news about a recent murder that had occurred.

Reading through the article, Finn couldn't help but shudder, the murderer, according to the information, had cut the victim into an unrecognisable state.

"This world is getting scarier and scarier each passing year."

He scrolled through similar news and as he was reading about one in the outskirts of the town, a knock sounded from his door.

The hairs at the back of his neck stood and when he heard the familiar voice of the landlady, his thumping heart relaxed somewhat.

"Son, would you like some buns I just baked? Fresh from the oven."

The landlady was a kind and loving old woman who was considerate to her tenants and Finn happened to be her favourite.

"Oh, come on in first," Finn said and the lady shook her head smiling.

"No thanks son, I heard from the convenience store owner that you're eating unhealthy again."

Finn chuckled rubbing the back of his neck," Well, it was just today. It won't happen again. I promise."

The old lady chuckled and handed the tray of baked buns to Finn and walked away.

Finn sighed and shook his head walking back into the room.

Finn sat back on the couch munching on the buns as he resumed reading the news articles.

The more he read the more uncomfortable he felt. All the murders had happened in the span of a week and a total of twenty individuals were killed. Reading through an incident that had occurred near his parent's neighbourhood a few hours ago, his blood ran cold.

With trembling fingers he dialled his mother's number and after the second beep a voice sounded.

"Finn? Is that you?"

"Mom, are you okay? I just read that there was a murder in your neighbourhood. How's dad?"

"Oh, that murder? I heard about it. They said the victim's corpse was tossed on the road and the stranger thing was, his limbs were intact with not a single wound but when the medics cut the body, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound. It was as if his blood was sucked dry."

"What? What do you mean by that."