Psycho

When Lieutenant Walter Stevenson got a call from his Captain, he knew there was trouble. Lieutenant Stevens had been chasing a man, known by the given name of The Hog-Tie Slaughterer. He had been given the name by cutting his past two victims' throats and then cutting them up like a butcher and hog tying them before tossing them in a drop location. If the murder scene he was about to arrive to was the result of the Hog-Tie Slaughterer then they might have the makings of a serial killer. 

As Lieutenant Stevens arrived on the scene he was greeted by his partner, Lieutenant Demeter Wood. Who, unlike her godly counterpart, hated nature; which was where the next victim was located-in the middle of the woods. Lieutenant Stevens had always liked the woods, they reminded him of his older brother, Calvin.

“Hey Dee,” Lieutenant Stevens greeted wearily. Lieutenant Wood gave her partner a funky look

“Don’t hey Dee me, I hate the outdoors. Where are we? The outdoors!” Her outburst made Lieutenant Stevens laugh. As the partners approached the scene, they were greeted by the cornerer, Jacklyn. 

“Hey guys, alright so this seems to be the work of The Hog-Tie Slaughterer. The victim is male; mid forties, there is nothing similar about the victims appearance but the MO seems the same. Do you see the abrasions on the victims wrist? The victim was bound before he was murdered.” 

Lieutenant Stevens looked at the victim, “The cut on his neck and on the rest of his body are similar to the other victims,” There was something shiny at the waist of the victim. Lieutenant Stevens grabbed a piece of cloth and picked up the shiny object. A police badge. 

Lieutenant Woods noticed the badge, “He was a police officer?”

Lieutenant Stevens eyebrows furrowed, “Wait, what if we are looking at this wrong,”

“What do you mean?”

Lieutenant Stevens went back to his police car and brought back his computer. He brought up the past two victims files. The first victim was Phyllis Hansen; female, blonde hair, blue eyes, mid forties. He kept scrolling until he got to her picture: she was part of the police force, District 234. The second victim Patrick Michealson; male, brown hair, brown eyes, mid twenties. Like with Hansen, Lieutenant Stevens kept scrolling until he made it to the victims picture; he was also in the academy-fresh out. He saw Calvin in Partick Michaelson, it could have been the hair or the eyes but it made Lieutenant Stevens miss his brother even more. He brought his computer over to his partner, “All the past victims had been members of the police force, We have got a serial killer on our hands and our serial killers got a thing against police officers.”

***

Lieutenant Stevens and Lieutenant Woods were chasing a suspect in a car chase with only the lights from the siren, street lamps and the car lights to light their path. Sirens were ringing as Lieutenant Stevens wove his car through traffic as they pursued the 2017 blue Nissan Altima. “Drive faster damn it,” Lieutenant Woods hissed at her partner. 

“I am going as fast as I can Dee,” After chasing the car for five more miles, they lost the Nissan Altima. “Damnit!” Lieutenant Stevens cursed. Then that beautiful sound game from the radio.

“Lieutenant Stevens, the 2017 blue Nissan Altima was spotted on Vita Road, it appears to be abandoned,”

Lieutenant Woods grabbed the radio and spoke, “We are on our way,”

When they arrived at the scene, the car was empty. They slowly approached the trunk of the car when they opened it a body dropped out. It was the body of their captain, Captain Samson. Lieutenant Woods choked back tears. They heard something like footsteps and the rustling of trash bags. Their head snapped towards an alleyway and the silhouette of a man appeared and disappeared just as quickly. Lieutenant Woods jerked her head into the direction of the alley, “Go,” she choked back sobs. Lieutenant Stevens nodded and ran off towards the man. 

Eventually Lieutenant Stevens caught up to the mysterious man. “Police! Stop where you are,” Lieutenant Stevens had his weapon drawn. The man in the shadows stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face him. Lieutenant Stevens’ gun was still pointed at the man in the shadows. “Come out of the shadows,” Could it be? Lieutenant Stevens was wondering as the man stepped into the light of the lamp post. His suspicions had been right. His dead brother was standing in front of him. Lieutenant Stevens lowered his gun slightly,“Calvin? H-how?”

Calvin paid no mind to him, as if Lieutenant Stevens wasn’t even there, “It seems I have run out of time,” He turned to leave, Lieutenant Stevens raised his gun again.

“I am not going to repeat myself,” Calvin turned around again, “How are you alive. I watched you d-die. I saw you fall off that building,”

“Fool! That was just an illusion. I made you think that I was dead so that I could plot my revenge against you.”

Lieutenant Stevens was furious, he had always blamed himself for the death of his brother. Ever since his brother had a psychotic break and was sent to Woodland Mental Facility to help him get better, Lieutenant Stevens had always been by Calvin’s side. He through Calvin understood that he was and would always be there for his brother; for his family. Especially when his brother broke out of said mental facility, Lieutenant Stevens was the one who told the rest of his precinct to not pressure him. That was the biggest mistake he had ever made. That mistake cost him his brother. His family was ripped apart because of him. His mother wouldn’t look him in the eyes and drank herself into depression. While his father threw himself even farther into his work as a CFO. Like his father, Lieutenant Stevens threw himself into his work and made his way up to Lieutenant. 

Calvin continued, “I did fall off that building but I had help. Someone helped me, Wally. Someone who taught me that you were not the hero everyone claimed you to be. You were clearly evil and used the police force as a cover of protection.”

Lieutenant Stevens shook his head but never lowered his gun, “Come one Cal, you know that isn’t true. I love you and I love our family. We were torn where you died, or when we thought you died.” His brother scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Oh please Walter, if you really loved me like you claim you would put the gun down,” Lieutenant Stevens was conflicted.

“You know I can’t do that Cal, you still need to return back home with me- to mom and dad?”

“You only want to put me back in that cushioned version of a cage. The mental facility clouded my vision, without the medication the facility was forcing down my throat, I have never felt more alive, baby brother,” Lieutenant Stevens' grip slightly faltered on his gun. He didn’t want to shoot his brother but on the other hand he had a duty to his precinct to bring in his suspect. The more he contemplated, the more his heart won over his head. He lowered his gun and Calvin opened his arms wide. Lieutenant Stevens remembered the warm of his brother, it had been a long time since he had been embraced by someone. He had missed his brother even if he had severe mental problems. Calvin was close to his ear, his breath heating up Lieutenant Stevens' ear.

“Your suspicions about me were correct. I am what they have been calling the Hog-Tie Slaughterer,” Calvin whispered, in his brother's ear, before he ran off into the night leaving his brother with wide eyes.