There came dreams painted repugnant by the scatterings of crimson droplets, spilling like paint on canvas, and a sickening ripping of flesh that left Alexander beset by perturbation. Along with the daunting nightmares followed relentless insomnia, to say the very least, with some particularly acute bouts leaving him so restless he wandered the streets in the darkest hours, burning through packs of cigarettes and subsisting off caffeine.
The cause was not obscure to him, for his fixation upon it was rather overt; indeed, Alex knew he bordered on obsession when it came to the macabre workings of The Executioner. By nature, The Executioner, his appropriated title per the department, sparked a considerable amount of intrigue, be it from the media …show more content…
Funnier yet, this was not his first time around the block when it came to brutality in the form of murders, but something unknown to him, something unnerving, kept him in a perpetual state of attraction towards the case.
Not his only attraction, in admittance, although, it bore little relevance or relation to The Executioner. Only a vague sense of malaise in regards to the magnetism he felt tied the two together. Unwilling to dwell on it, Alexander pushed that all aside, the gravitation to the quaint coffee shop could not be said as isolated to only him- the entirety of the PD flocked to the place- and furthermore, he attributed the feeling to some remnants of paranoia brought on by his insomnia.
Fiddling with the collar of his uniform, Alex exhaled a plume of smoke before snubbing out the cigarette that settled between two fingers. An urge had struck him; being off shift, he could justify pissing away an hour, an hour at the coffee shop that caught so much penchant from the force, and moreover, himself. A touch coincidental, he found himself before the place once more after contrasting between his other captivation, but here he was
The cause was not obscure to him, for his fixation upon it was rather overt; indeed, Alex knew he bordered on obsession when it came to the macabre workings of The Executioner. By nature, The Executioner, his appropriated title per the department, sparked a considerable amount of intrigue, be it from the media …show more content…
Funnier yet, this was not his first time around the block when it came to brutality in the form of murders, but something unknown to him, something unnerving, kept him in a perpetual state of attraction towards the case.
Not his only attraction, in admittance, although, it bore little relevance or relation to The Executioner. Only a vague sense of malaise in regards to the magnetism he felt tied the two together. Unwilling to dwell on it, Alexander pushed that all aside, the gravitation to the quaint coffee shop could not be said as isolated to only him- the entirety of the PD flocked to the place- and furthermore, he attributed the feeling to some remnants of paranoia brought on by his insomnia.
Fiddling with the collar of his uniform, Alex exhaled a plume of smoke before snubbing out the cigarette that settled between two fingers. An urge had struck him; being off shift, he could justify pissing away an hour, an hour at the coffee shop that caught so much penchant from the force, and moreover, himself. A touch coincidental, he found himself before the place once more after contrasting between his other captivation, but here he was