I groaned in annoyance as the Need once again was pressing me to kill someone. Rather thugging me gently, whispering ideas into my mind. Ideas that seemed very good, but I could resist for now, it was far from strong enough currently. I did kill some small-time serial-killer to-be just two days ago, so it hadn't had enough time to grow strong enough to make me kill someone yet. Wonderful enough for me, but it didn't usually start until five days after my latest playdate. Why it was starting to press me so soon, I could not understand yet. I had done everything in my normal peace and done everything I needed to do to still my Need.

I sipped delightfully on my coffee as I read the newspaper on my place outside a local cafe, smiling slightly. A coffeine rush was just what the doctor ordered.

That's how it's said, right?

Despise that I had the Need pressing at me, giving me these fantasies and thoughts of what to do with closest human-shaped beeing, I was very much pleased with my situation. I were to investigate another serial killer for proof within two days and if he proved guilty, the good lab-nerd Lakyle would have a new playdate to attend. The fantasies were pleasant as well, as long as no one can read my mind or something.

Emptying my cofee cup, I looked up to the sky, or more specifically at the sun. Using it was the only way for telling the time of the day, I'm afraid. Now, I should hurry to work, or I would end up being late. With a certain police chef in town, that was nothing I wanted to be.

Paying for the bill, I took my newspaper under my arm and walked as fast as my long skirt would allow to the police station. As I entered, I took a deep breath. Oh, the familiar air was of the best I can breathe. It just needed moans of pain and the stench of that messy, awful blood and it would be just perfect. But I couldn't go around thinking like thaty now, I had work to do, involving said messy red substance. I headed to my own small but comfortable office in the back of the building, slightly listening as the other police officers talked, humming an cheerfull melody for myself. Not my favorite that I've written myself, but a familliar one.

Looking around, I noted down that some of my daytime colleages of the homiciude fraction of the police where acting... Odd. They were nervous, or working with an focus I hadn't seen of them before. All in all, it was strange. Dear Loveable Lakyle with his harmless hobby of cutting things appart does not like strange things. I am a neat monster, yes, but this made me become the closest thing I can become to nervous. I'm actually glad I can't feel during these sittuations, add emotions to this mess and I would probably go crazy.

So, what to do to ease up my feelings for this? Easy, I just had to find out what was the cause of their strange way of acting. Easier said then done of course. Sadly, most of them, if not all, lack the common sense to feel uneasy around me, so I was probably not the reason of this.

What kind of cops where I surrounding myself with now again?

Crossdressing serial killers like I don't show any outward signs of being bothered, you know. Myself expecially. I rarely does, as I just didn't have the knowlage how to look bothered convincing enough. It is better not showing it if I can't do it convincingly, or so my heaven-sent mother told me. Instead, I decided to do the second best. That was that I looked around slightly for any clue what caused this.

Sadly for me I have a hard time thinking like a sane and reasonable person. Well, every person had his set of flaws, right? My flaws are mostly flaws you can find at a serial killers flaw record though.

Not that there was such a record, luckily for me. Otherwise I'd be screwed.

I mentally shook my head. My thoughts had trailed of again. Now, where were I? Oh right, to locate the sorce of my dear colleages weird acting. Entering my office I moved the filled blood repports to a side before beginning where I left of for my harmless hobby of gardening yesterday night.

Not to mention that my throphies from my other hobby was burried under that plant as of now? Very beautiful.

It was then my dear boss, who probably would win the working obsession price as she easily tops me on that part... Anyways, Heather entered the room, seemingly stressed and very fired up if my guess was right. Which it came out to be. I must say, without shame, that I can guess rather correctly.

"Heather?", I questioned, a bit puzzeled, or at least so I sounded. I wasn't really puzzeled. I can't be that. No emotions, remember? "Why are you so... Fired up?"

The woman who is rather much older then me looked at your favorite 28 year old crossdressing blood splatter expert of the police and serial killer. An rather odd combination if I can say it myself, but I am a citizen of the Clockwork Cities, where everything is possible. And I must say I'm a very human monster- Wait, now I'm getting of track again.

"I found a clue", the chief of the whole worlds police force replied, pausing as she went through my dear blood repports, as if looking for something.

"A clue", I drawled, feeling like being snarky. "One can find clues about almost any murder easily, but I don't think it's just any." I looked up from the rapport I was writing on, about some guy who shot his girlfriend and then himself in the leg. "Can you tell me who you are nibbling in the heels this time?"

I have to confess, most of what I say am speech patterns I steal from television and adopt to my normal self. Like I do to understand feelings better. It's a very useful method for people like me. But, here, listen...  Trust me in this, there is always that someone my dear boss is nibbling in the heels. Sometimes it can be several at once. I feel sorry for them. I really do, as long as they aren't people like-

"The Slaughterer."

-I was to say pedophiles, and other that targets children, but okay, that could work to. But alright, this was definatly the moment to act chocked, I decided without hestitation here.

"The Slaughterer? You can't possible mean the guy torturing his victims to death and skillfully avoiding leaving both clues and a calling card at his crime scenes, despise the police trying to catch him for years, that Slaughterer?"

Am I not a funny guy? I managed to joke about someone so terrible like the Slaughterer, whom I don't feel sorry for. If I could feel, thought, I'd feel with our mysterious friend there.

An not very amused look was shot at me. "Very funny." The sarcasm was dripping from her voice, like venom. Right, I had forgotten. She doesn't like jokes.

I shrugged. "In that case is the repport you're looking for at the bottom of the pile. And congratulations, boss, seems like you're catching up at him at last." I shot her a short smile. "What could that guy have missed?" My dear nightly colleage is loosing his grip, it seems. Though... He is still a great artist, no wait, I mean an inhuman monster.

"Something from the old registers", was the reply I got. Not very statefying, but hey, as a police I'd snap up something soon enough to give me a tiny clue of what my dear daily boss had gotten for a wonderful idea to look up there.

"Sounds good", I replied causually enough.

Hopefully, I'd get to meet this beloved, mysterious friend of mine that the Slaughterer made, save for that he seems to like the mess of blood, before Heather got her hands on the poor guy. I guess it was to begin investigating that case again. And hopefully, my boss wouldn't do anything criminal. I mean, she is the greatest cop.

I'm just a lab-nerd, so I'm allowed to be an inhuman monster, but a cop should not be that after all. They were to catch us inhuman monsters after all.

Oh well, less thinking, more working. I'd get back to my secret, harmless hobby later on.