Chapter 5
Sam gently disentangled herself from Sarah, leaving her roommate to sleep. After she also worked her way free of their sleeping cat and dog sharing the bed, Sam went back into the main room of the apartment.
There was a corpse.
Sam's head dropped and she grabbed the bushes of hair on either side of her head.
"Of course this couldn't be easy."
She stepped forward and touched the body.
Demon Possessed Minion: Killed by Sarah Anderson
You can loot this body; do you want to loot? Y/N
Sam gave a silent Y and looted the body. She got a passel of cop equipment, including the stun gun, the actual gun, and all of his equipment, apart from the baton she'd already taken from him.
Confronted with the naked corpse of a man turned into a demon and then butchered with a butcher's knife...
Sam took a minute.
She spent that minute investigating her inventory.
It turned out to be an infinite slot-based inventory that stacked items. Her Moglin skins and sticks were already stacked in slots, while the items she looted from the demon cop were laid out at the end. It was clothes and equipment and nothing that really mattered. She steeled herself and turned back to face the corpse.
It was naked.
She gagged. She kept going.
The elbows had little horns on them. Horns? Spikes? He'd grown a little tail with a little barb on it. It was short and not cute. It had hair on it.
The pool of blood from where Sarah had mauled him to death with a cleaver had dried into a sticky red-brown paste.
"Okay. The body and the blood."
Sam pulled herself to her feet, navigated the body, opened a cabinet, and pulled a handful of garbage bags from the far right hand cabinet. She tossed them toward the body and opened the cabinet under the sink, grabbing the bright yellow gloves.
"Sorry, Mr. Clean."
Last, she opened the silverware drawer and grabbed a pair of steak knives and a little sharp knife she didn't know what it was.
She put half a dozen bags under the body of the demon-cop and started with the little sharp knife. At every joint, she cut open the skin, the fat, the muscle (good thing the corpse was right next to the trash can; Sam vomited until it was just dry heaves), until she got down to the bone. That's when she broke out the steak knives and started sawing at the tough stuff. When it got too hard, she broke down and grabbed the cleaver and hacked his limbs off.
His hands, his arms twice over, his legs likewise twice, and his head went in bags.
Sam reconsidered.
She turned on the stove and opened the sliding glass door onto the porch, going into the bad closet where they put the stuff that can get dirty. She dragged out the tool box and took out a pair of pliers and a hammer.
Back inside she looked at the stove, glowing red hot, and went back out on the porch, grabbing a pair of wire cutters.
Once inside, it didn't take her long to realize the wire cutters couldn't snip off the ends of someone's fingers. Instead, she held the demon-cop's fingertips on the burner to remove his fingerprints, then held his hand on the stove and used the cleaver to carefully, heavily remove his fingertips. They all went in the garbage disposal. His hands, or most of them, went in their own bag.
With the body broken down and shoved in garbage bags (the torso was not disguised), Sam took a few seconds. Then she carried the bags out onto the porch and went back in to clean up what had come out of it.
The kitchen was a pool of dried blood. Sam grabbed the kitchen faucet and used its extension to bathe the floor in water. After a few minutes, the dry, sticky, brown-black mess was a sludge. Sam grabbed the paper towels off the roller above the sink and the trashcan in the corner... and went to work.
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Fifteen minutes and two rolls of paper towels later and Sam had cleaned up the mess. Stage 1.
She walked into the laundry closet and grabbed the mop and bucket.
First she cleaned the floor again with mop and water, dumping the waste over the railing of their little balcony. Then she cleaned it again with soap and water, again dumping the waste over the railing. Then she mopped it with bleach (dump). Then she mopped it with ammonia (dump). Then she went outside and dumped bleach and ammonia over all of the shrubbery under their balcony. Then she went upstairs and inside, and put the mop and bucket away.
Sarah walked out of Sam's bedroom in her underwear rubbing her eyes.
"Hey, you cooking bacon?"
She looked blearily around at the main room of the apartment, and her eyes fell on the trash bags that obviously contained the remains of the demon-cop.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Sam cowered backward, stumbling and falling to the floor of the kitchen.
"Please?"
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