G.G. 11440201

Sometimes, case file is heavy.  Not worth the effort.  Same ending anyway.  Why not dramatize?

Ophthalmologist today.

No, too obvious.

Coroner today.

No.  Stupid.

How about a serial killer today?  Brutal murderer and rapist.  In that order.  Likes to take very specific trophies from victims.  Keeps them all around his bedroom.  Shelves after shelves.  Floor too.  All pointed at him.  All eyes on me, killer says.  Only way he can sleep well.  Reminds him of days in the army.  Everyone kept an eye on each other.  Then some horrible thing happened.  That's when it started.  Later started taking ears too.

Senator's illegitimate child was last victim.  Son or daughter?  What's more fun?  Anyway, caught and sent down here.  Found the cameras.  Wrote on floor.

Good-looking fellow.  Shame.

(That was fun.  Ha.)

G.G. 11450916

Kangaroo today.  Bunny-like with a senator.  Compromising evidence left behind after each visit.  Signs of bloating in the pouch.  Two pulses, they said.  Orders: bury the kangaroo.

Distraught.  Too much crying.  Almost had to power down my Ears.  Echoing sobs underground almost deafening.  Want to get it over with.  Not exciting.  No challenge.  Going to kill her like the meek animal she is.

Point of entry: near the cross-intersection.  She found our chalk along the way.  Why do they always take it?  Continued on downstairs path to train platform.  Wrote near vending machines, under clock.  Tick tock.

Didn't live much longer.  Tried to skirt sides of upper path.  Big gaping hole in middle.  Even with floating tiles below, lethal head trauma.  Kangaroo dead.  Fetus too.

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Addendum: floating tiles gave way when she decayed cold.  Left to rats on tracks below.  Gone now.  No trace left.

Except the damn graffiti.

G.G. 11460113

Looking around today.  No work coming in.  Bored.

Found two hanging.  One dead, one dying.

Unauthorized deaths in my house.  Guards above dealing own brand of justice.  Or vigilantes, or private militia.  Or disgruntled employees.  Thinking about joining that last club.

Underground is my jurisdiction.  History of Rome given teeth.  I'm the jaw.

Dying girl squirming.  Worm.  Reached out to the man who didn't move.  Plank.

Worm and plank today, but unplanned.  Worm vandalized pipe.  Some stupid message.  Too far from my Eyes to read.  Used blood to write.  Best ink.  Blood doesn't lie.  Then, dead.  Both worm and plank.

Took another look.  Something like: "We f*** together" maybe.

Can never understand the dying.