Rooms anonymous (roomsanon) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-09-11 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *news |
news: dc
The body of a man whose body was found charred to the point of collapse is eventually identified on Thursday. The DNA used to put a name to the pile of ash came from a bloodstain near the door rather than the corpse itself, which was so badly damaged as to render DNA collection impossible. The man was a well-known member of the Falcone crime family, responsible for a lucrative loan sharking business in the entertainment district. He was renowned as much for his friendships with prominent celebrities as he was for his alleged cruelty to those who could not pay him back. Stories circulate about a man who has to wear a prosthetic hand after his dealings with the dead man, and of a poor mother whose child was struck and killed by a 'drunk driver' when she stopped making her payments.
Thursday night, a child in the Narrows nearly rolls his skateboard wheels right over a fat, upturned frog laying on the sidewalk.
[Cut for length, imagery.]
Flop. Flop. First one, then two, then a dozen, then a hundred. It's a trickle, then a pour of frogs, impossibly large and grotesque. They come flooding out of an abandoned house and onto the sidewalk, before the wave begins to press even further, out onto the asphalt. All the boards on the windows and doors are intact, but the frogs come out of cracks, and spring limply from the chimney. They roll, throbbing and half-dead, into the street. Cars swerve in the road, and traffic comes to a standstill.
It doesn't become a crime scene until animal control pulls the boards from the front door, and a bloated corpse comes sliding out on an amphibian tide. He is black and blue and swollen, and not dissimilar in appearance from the dead frogs all around him. Suffocation is ruled as the preliminary cause of death. The same ruling is made for woman in her late forties who is found trapped in the bathroom upstairs, and the young man in his twenties, found the next morning in the basement, once the work of clearing dead and half-dead frogs out of the house is almost complete.
This time, the signature is inside the fireplace. It's done in white chalk again, and much of it has rubbed away, but it is identifiable as a dove.
The police do not reveal to the public that the dead man sat straight up on the autopsy table just as the pathologist put scalpel to flesh. A frog crawled from his mouth and hopped for the door, before the body fell down dead for good.
After so many murders of criminals in the weeks before and after the takeover of the city, the authorities are still reluctant to admit to serial murder. It can no longer be denied, however, that the bizarre series of murders by drowning, burning, and amphibian smothering do appear related, and they confirm to the public that it looks like they have at least one serial killer loose in the city, preying on its criminal element with biblical malice.