Crimson eye

In the 10 years that I have worked as a cop, never have I ever witnessed a more grotesque crime scene. The massacred torsos piled one on top of another next to the countless denuded limbs laying scattered on the blood tinged grass in the middle of the deserted wastelands. And at the center of the carcasses I see a tall familiar figure panting heavily, holding a chainsaw with blood still dripping off its edge. As the beam of the setting sun illuminates his silhouette I feel the gravity around me shift, a heaviness that is sinking into me slowly makes it harder for me to take another step towards the ghastly, blood soaked specter. But I must be wrong I have to go closer and confirm. *Crunch* Oh ! What did I step on ? Startled I look back up and my eyes meet his. How could I not know those eyes ? He is Dan indeed even if his hair is disheveled, matted together and his face is stained red, how could I not recognize him ? In his eyes I see a cold, empty, dreadful gleam and not a trace left of the warm, affectionate, beautiful gaze I remember so distinctively. No I can't see it anymore ! He is not the Dan I knew. Dan grins and tilts his neck and his hair sweep over his face covering his left eye. He swings the chainsaw and turns it on.  "You ! You shouldn't have come here !" He is coming towards me ! Why can't I move ? Lana ! Get the g*n out ! He isn't the same person you once knew ! Lana reaches out for her g*n but Dan manages to hit her before she could... "TOO LATE ! MY LOVE !" Everything is going dark. There is an immense tightness in my chest. I feel like I will throw up but my heart is beating way too fast and I feel the worst head ache I have ever had. Was he smiling as he knocked me down ? No it can't be. I want to stand up I can't even see I'm losing all sense of where I am. I want to look... at you...  As I lay powerless on the grass I open my eyes one last time only to see a blurred shadow coming closer to me. Enough now, I will rest. This is what death feels like. A bitter taste in my mouth, a pounding heart so fast that it can stop at anytime, a headache so immense that it is making it hard for me to think about the fact that I will be murdered by the hands of the love of my life ! But it is all fading away, my mind is slowing down, I feel myself take one last breath... I am drifting away... ... "Lana ! Look what I got you !" "What is it Dan ? Oh ! You didn't have to. This is beautiful !" "But of course I had to ! It is the birthday of the most important person in my world ! I wanted to show you how thankful I am that God let you be born on this day." "Dan ! You always know exactly what to say !" "Lana ! I mean it. You are my....." ... I woke up ! The headache is gone. My hand has a cannula, wait, am I in a hospital ? Was it all just a dream ? I have no bandages on my head. I am fine !  "Lana ! Thank god ! You're alright." Dan ! What ! Did I really just wake up from a bad dream ? But no, it felt so real. "What happened ? Who brought me here ? I was investigating the Donburry serial murder..." Dan embraces Lana and holds her so tight that she can feel his heart beating. The familiar embrace that had calmed her when she had nightmares and trouble sleeping in the past, could still put her at ease. "I was so worried about you ! You didn't come home that night and when I called they traced your location and found you unconscious near the old age retreat." "Retreat ? Olkshire ? No ! I was up near the Hamilton cooperation's waste lands because I got a tip.." "Miss Richards it is absolutely normal to have some scattered memories after a depressive episode", said the doctor. "What are you talking about ?", I said in utter disbelief ! I KNOW exactly where I was and what I saw... I was up at 6 am that morning as well, just like other days, ran for an hour. Then I went to the precinct at 8, covered for my partner Lee till 12, had lunch at Starrows at 2 and then got back to finish paper work till 5 when I got a complaint from a taxi driver who saw a car without a plate parked near the restricted wastelands near the Hamilton cooperation's' dumping site. I informed Lee before leaving that we might have just found a new lead. I remember when I drove up the hill I could see lots of vultures flying over a spot. So I pulled over and went in to inspect, after all, the first two bodies were found near that area. The first two of the five, bodies that were found, that is... 3 are still missing ! Emma Donburry was allegedly the first reported missing Olkshire resident. She was 78, suffering from Alzheimer's, COPD, CKD, Diabetes and a bunch of other illnesses that her wealthy family was too busy to take care of. She had reportedly been last seen on the premises of the old age home on the 3rd of September in 2005. When the nurse who used to recite to her, her grand daughter's poem at night before she slept at 10pm, wasn't able to find her, they raised the alarm and did their routine campus search. It wasn't unheard of after all ! Patients with dementia had managed to walk past the 50 year old drowsy guard many a times before ! But the problem was that Mrs. Donburry also had a hip implant ! It would be impossible for her to walk more than 10 feet without any assistance. And the employs in Olkshire knew better than to lead their clients out willfully ! So when despite their best efforts they couldn't find Mrs. Donburry an official missing persons complaint was filed on the 5th. However the detectives working on the case at the time accepted that her family was indifferent towards her disappearance  and there being no evidence against any of them, with all of them being in different countries unable to make phone calls across different timelines, it seemed to be too much of a hassle to investigate the disappearance of a debilitated grandma who would have died anyway ! That's wht they closed the case... Until 2 more patients went missing from Olkshire over the next winter. It was bizarre, after all they had hired 2 new watchmen. One outside the main building and one at the main gait. None saw any one leave or any new suspicious person walk in ! Naturally it became the talk of the town. Olkshire's reputation took a hit as well. The Luxury old age home that promised the best care in the district was now at the top of the list of the most haunted places of Hamago. Moreover the officers were being criticized as the reporters kept questioning them, only to get no answers. I remember watching it on the news in my college cafeteria ! I was doing pre med at that time. It was also about the time when I met Dan, who was a 3rd year medical student at SCMS. The locals had organized a candle march to pray for the lost souls. It was there that I met him. For the first time.