Back alley murder, (Part 1)(Pokemon)

	It had been raining for days, non-stop, and the city streets were empty, void of all but the ghosts of broken liquor bottles that hid in alley ways and soggy cigarette butts that crowded together on sidewalks. The cloudy nighttime sky sulked on top of the towers of industry that loomed over the city. And somewhere, there were the remains of a woman, drenched in a thin mix of water and blood, propped up behind a gas station, next to a dumpster.
	A tent stood over her while men in blue ponchos walked about, patrolling around lines of yellow tape. Behind these lines, there was a man, tall in stature and wearing a long brown coat, talking to one of the blue phantoms:
	"No weapons at the scene,  no foot prints, anything?" The man in the long-coat asked.
	"We're still looking, but unless the fucker hid his knife up the broads ass, I can bet a billion bucks it's no where around here. As for foot prints... er... same situation. None to be found."
The man in the long coat held his hand under the shadow of his hat, scratching his chin.
	"What about the body? Anything important we can get from it?" His old voice was like stones waltzing through the raindrops.
	"Uh...." Phantom hesitated, "The victim appears to have been raped, then was done in with a knife. We won't know nuthin' more 'til the coroner comes around. Hey, the fuck're you going?" He watched the detective make his way towards the tent that sheltered the crime scene.
	Before he could pull the tent flaps open, a hand grabbed onto the Detectives arm.
	"Lieutenant! Don't go in there, that shit's fucked up! Man, you'll be havin' nightmares fo-"
The detective pulled his hand away, and glared.
	"I've seen some shit, okay?" He rasped, "You don't have to babysit my ass, I'm a fucking grown u-"
His sentenced ended as eyes saw the inside of tent, and the thing that it sheltered.

	"Sweet passionate Arceus."

	The detective turned away. His eyes were dinner plates.
What he saw was a corpse with it's blouse torn open, cut down the middle, covered in a thick mucus. It's skirt was wrapped around its head like a towel, and what little dry blood there was crusty and at home here.
The corpse had been stripped of its underwear, exposing its genitals and thighs, which were torn and bruised and battered and black and awful, and blood collected in pools around these parts, settling and enjoying the moist dirty asphalt.

	The detective closed the tent and turned to the police sentry.
	"That's some fucked up shit."
	"Yeah," the officer condescended, "I told you."
The detective spent the next batch of minutes standing there in the pouring rain, contemplating his career overall.
"I", he announced to the universe in general, "am retiring. Right now."
The (former) detective then sped off in his car, leaving the sentry sort of alone for the rest of the night.

	The next day was a dark and dreary overcast.
	"And, so, you are the new head detective." Grunted the obese and overly optimistic police chief.
Vergor, personally, was not too sure about his ascension. He had just joined the force five months ago, after his journey as a Pokemon trainer had ended in an absolute unspeakable disaster. And honestly, Vergor couldn't decide if he as worse as a police man or a trainer.
	He was fairly shit at both.
	He vocalized this to the police chief on multiple occasions.
	Vergor mostly said "I'm not very good on the beat, you should have thought twice about hiring me, I mean, you're putting the protection of society at large in my hands, that's a bad mood, but my Pokemon adventure didn't work out, so keep me on the payroll as, well, a secretary or something. Please?"
	And the police chiefs hope and aspirations for  Vergor would always rear their ugly head.
	"I think you should stay a cop", he'd often counter.
	Vergor wondered, while looking around in the Chiefs office (of which he currently sat), if there were any ways he could talk his way out of this.
	He then realized that there was none.
	Damn.

				TO BE CONTINUED...