Today a WIP from a short story, part of the To Catch A Marlin tale (a futuristic cat and mouse chase involving Special Inspector Michael Pedroni and the vigilante he chases, Jax Marlin...who he has become smitten with. Well, Jax is quite beautifully exotic, as vigilante's go). It's a bit darker than usual.
Taken from To Catch A Marlin - The Necromancer of the Avon. In this scene, Inspector Pedroni is on board the derelict battlecruiser, the Avon, which has been missing for over 25 years. What he finds on board is rather gruesome...
Jax Marlin did not have a hand in this.
He smelled slaughter.
The Avon reeked of it. Old death, accumulating from years of violence, seasoned the air with its thick, heady stench. The walls inside the main docking bay dripped with sheets of ice, trapping the gruesome brown streaks that could only be made from high velocity blood spatter. The passageway fared no better. Protected from the biting cold of space, the walls and floor shone with the horror of more death. Years upon years of blood splashed everywhere. Some had faded, others looked like they had only been made as recent as a week ago. It smelled fresh. Layer upon layer of blood presented itself as Pedroni and his team walked the long corridor.
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