A/n: What's this? I'm updating before a month passes? It's unhEARD OF, WE MUST CALL THE CHURCH, DEMONS ARE CLEARLY POSSESSING ME-

✨TRIGGER WARNINGS✨

•Death
•Gore (detailed)
• Mutilated body (detailed)
•blood (detailed)
•Cut off arms and legs (detailed)
•Broken nose (Kind of detailed)

If I missed any, I would love to know!

Also, this is kind of just a filler because i'm bored and wanted to write something.

I TRY TO GET THE DRAMA GOING, OKAY-

"Let's save money by sharing a bed" Remus yelled suddenly as they were planning out what they'd do once they moved out of their houses and rented their own apartment.

"Why don't you just get your own bed? Are you too poor or something?"Roman scoffed.

"Even as a seven year old, you're just a huge asshole" Remus mock-scoffed.

But by bit, Roman was slowly regaining his memories, so he was more like twelve than seven.

Basically, all he had to do was regain another year of memories before he remembered what he did to Virgil and Emily.

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"Tiffany, got any leads?" Sarah asked, looking through some recently filed reports on Andrew.

"No! God, he just-it's like he just disappeared with that Raegan! Like, we have reports if murders, and rapes, and various accounts of sightings every here and there-but nothing that would help us actually find him! It's like he got a fake identity or something!"

Tiffany sighed, Turning up the news, something about some dead rich guys's grand daughter or something moving into the mansion and inheriting all of his stuff with her boyfriend. They kinda looked familiar. She squinted.

"Anyways," Sarah said, looking deep into a file, trying to find any clue she could, "it says here he murdered a pregnant woman, ripped the child out, and stuffed it back inside of her..oh my god, she stuffed the kid, as well as her own body and mouth with various parts of her body..."

Tiffany's eyes ripped away from the screen which she had previously been analyzing, "got a picture?" She asked.

Sarah nodded, "it's not pretty.." she handed over the file, and as soon as Tiffany saw the picture, her stomach clenched.

See, both Sarah and Tiffany were Crime/Intelligence Analysts, as well as evidence custodians, records clerks and investigative assistants. They basically did it all, however with such a huge police department, they weren't being overworked as some may think. They even did crime investigation every now and again. They basically just picked up cases they wanted and did whatever.

In short, She'd seen a lot of things. She thought she'd seen it all. Nothing ever came close to what she saw then.

She looked around the scene. An alley. A huge dumpster. And trash around it.
Blood, splattered across every wall, every surface-how was it possible for one human to produce that much blood? There were guts everywhere, little pieces of skin and-and were those veins?!

She walked to Sarah, who was motioning for her to come over. She looked on the computer she was pointing at, and looked at the victim.

Her hair, which she assumed used to be long, cut in an ugly, jagged way. The har that was missing was quickly found in her mouth, along with her own flesh, bones, and blood.

The blood-it was a thick, gushing, horrifying scene before her eyes, and it was just a picture. She wasn't even there. Sarah zoomed in on some places, amplifying her purple, almost black, bruises and cuts which were infected and swelled to the point where no doctor could even dream about fixing them.

Her stomach had bones sticking out of it. Her blood was pooling in her stomach, spilling over the edges, and soaking into the hospital bed's sheet which she laid on.

Her legs were gone. Her arms were too. From the elbow down, her arms were gone. From the shoulder to just above the elbow, her arms were still there-except they weren't. It was just skin. Her arms were completely hollowed out, leaving nothing except for a thick, bloody mass of distorted flesh.

She had multiple cuts and bruises on her body, her flesh a mangled, mutilated disgusting mess. Her facial features were barely recognizable through all the torn flesh, guts, and blood. Was that smashed hole in the middle of her face her nose?!

It looked like someone had taken a hammer and bashed until the nose was nothing more than a flat, dented piece of cartilage.

She'd seen many cases like this, but something about this was different.

Andrew left his own little touch on every single crime he committed, each one progressively getting more and more horrifying.

Tiffany sighed, "he just..keeps slipping past us.." she turned off the tv, ignoring the feeling she'd previously had in her gut over the two newcomers to the town she'd never seen before.

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Virgil sighed to himself, looking at his desk, his head hanging closely above his journal. He basically just ranted in there, and wrote edgy sonnets.

He was bored so he wrote,

The house feels so empty without you here,

My body feels weak like I can't stand.

Your smile was the brightest one in the land,

And every word you said to me, I still hold dear, as your soft voice lingers in my ears.

The pain I feel is so severe,

And out of all people who could die so soon, why it was you is what i'm trying my hardest to understand,

Why my world has turned so bland-

"Are you writing depressing sonnets about your dead sister again?" Remus asked out of nowhere, making Virgil jump and slam closed the book in question.

"What the hell happened to knocking?!AND I HAD LIKE, EIGHT MORE LINES TO WRITE!!" Virgil yelled, holding his chest in shock, feeling his heart thumping erratically against his palm.

"Since we became boyfriends" Remus smirked.

"Bish, please, you've been barging in un-invited since we met" Janus scoffed, adjusting his-dishwashing-gloves as he grabbed the journal.

"Hey! That's private!" Virgil yelled, grabbing the book, and holding it to his chest.

"Okay Virgil, fine. Don'y show us your book of deepest darkest secrets and emotional baggage." He joked.

"Good." Virgil muttered, getting up and locking the book in his nightstand drawer.

"C'mon Virgil, we're just teasing" Remus said with his usual demented smile.

"I know" Virgil sighed.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Roman came in, a look of pure and utter regret taking over his features.

"I did something bad" He whispered, shaking slightly.

"Roman..what did you do?" Virgil asked cautiously.

"I assisted in a murder" he whispered, his eyes burning.

This is what they'd waited for. For him to regain his memories of that moment. They had no clue what to do.

How do you console a child who did something so terrible? How do you tell them that they're forgiven?

Well, you don't. It's too hard to forgive for a crime so horrible. So they just..held him as he cried. They asked what he remembered.

He told them everything he did.

They knew that once he regained his memories past that day, he'd feel differently-he wasn't in his right mind.

But Virgil let every apology soak in, because he knew that once Roman regained all of his memories, he probably wouldn't get much of an apology.

Still, Virgil didn't really care about the apologies Roman had to offer. He could apologize every second he had remaining of his life, and it still would never change the fact.

Sorry wouldn't bring back his sister.

A/n: I'm sorry for the sonnet i've never intentionally written one before, so it's probably bad-

Oh well, I wrote it, and I think it's alright, so ✨self confidence✨