BloodTies

[pendragon1980]

Blood Ties

R-Rated

Written by Pendragon and Maryanne Coltrane

DOH/**** Crossover

Synopsis:A series of brutal murders in Hazzard County forces the law and Doc to confront an serial killer.

The following story is R-Rated, if you are disturbed by blood/gore/horror, disturbing scene or characters, or violence. Do not read.

This is an crossover, I would say which character since that’ll spoil the surprise. That as a clue, I thank the author Thomas Harris for the invention of my favorite villain.

[pendragon1980]

The black Bronco ground and bit its tires against the what called itself a Hazzard county backroad, making Doc grit her teeth. It didn’t help that of the sparse few rock stations that reached Hazzard, the one she was enjoying was fading in and out the further she got into back country. Oh well, Styx would have to wait until she got back to town. She switched off the radio and slid her sunglasses back over her eyes. Normally she preferred her motorcycle but the broken, rocky uneven road it would have been an impossible and dangerous drive.

But this wasn’t a housecall, or a social call she was on. Doc had gotten a CB call from a very shaken Enos of a body of a mauled man near the swamp. Probably a poor hunter or moonshiner caught unawares by a bear or cougar. As the only medical person in Hazzard, the job fell to her to be the town coroner as well. Fortunately, it was a position Doc only had to fill few and far between.

As the truck pulled into site of the police car, a decidedly pale looking Enos flagged Doc down, holding a handkerchief over his nose and mouth. He pointed to the side, but came no closer and Doc soon found out why. The smell was simply horrific, enough Doc brought one of her own medical masks out before kneeling down next to what was left to the body.

The body was laying on its stomach. was barely discernible as human. Time and the local wildlife and insects had taken its toll, the arms, legs and torso were nearly torn to shreds and decayed with time, enough that when Doc turned over the body inner anatomy didn’t come with the rest of the body. The smell increased tenfold enough to make Doc turn her head for fresh air and Enos retreat even further behind the patrol car. Fortunately Doc had enough experience with blood and gore that she didn’t lose her own composure, along with everything else. Just barely.

Unfortunately, identifying the victim would be nearly impossible, as the facial features were almost completely gone, leaving a hollowed area where the eyes, nose and mouth would have been. She made sure she kept her back to Enos, not letting him see it. As Doc could not identify and pronounce the remains would have to be brought back to the autopsy room at the clinic so dental xrays and DNA samples could be sent to Atanta. Doc wasn’t thrilled at the thought, since Hazzard’s only autopsy room resided in her own basement, but it was unavoidable.

One thing did catch her eyes, two distinct sets of scratch marks. While in Hazzard Doc had seen enough animal attacks to know most marks, but these were too close for a bear, too shallow for a cougar and too regular for a gator. And there were five distinct lines on either side of the corpse’s neck. On impulse, Doc took her own gloves own, ran them over the wound, the length and distinct between the scratches matched her own.

It was almost as if a human had made them.