Post by angel on May 28, 2010 0:31:45 GMT -5
He was a heavy-set man, that much was clear. The coroner measured the man's weight tipping the scales at least 310 pounds. Yet the man apparently had very good genes as he carried no diabetes and actually had good cholesterol levels. Yet of course, he wasn't examining his body for some stupid school video about eating right. This was a hired hit. Yet the question at the moment of course was not who killed him, but how was he killed?
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Four Hours Earlier...
It was a big party. One of the top elite crime kingpins was celebrating. Not for any reason in particular. When your accounts top off in the millions, what reason is needed other then to indulge in excess. Clearly he was the big man at the party (both figuratively and literally) named Nikolai Petrov. He lumbered through the room with his girth, girls in scandalous dresses hanging on each arm that were so beautiful, there was no way they'd hang out with a man of such girth without his wealth.
One of his underlings made a line of cocaine and snorted it in one go as he fell back in the chair with a deep breath. Nikolai passed by him as he shouted out, "Boss! I gotta say, your shindigs are always the best." Nikolai gave a short sneer and waved his hand. "Is nothing. I am being proud for havink you, in my home." Feeling he had to mingle with the drones long enough to put up a good front before he could indulge in good food.
He made his way to his table that seemed to look down the entire ballroom. He had the room installed about a week after he had his personal mansion made on the outskirts of town. The cops knew where it was, and they knew about all the operations he had going, yet no evidence to bring him down. Either they had good clean ups, or they had a few cops on their payroll to look the other way. He was completely untouchable.
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The exact cause of death was suffocation, yet the corpse had no indication of smothering nor choking. The coroner began the first initial cut along the chest area and pulled back the thick layers of skin and fat. Putting down the bloody scalpel, he carefully picked up the handheld circular saw and pressed the switch on and off a few times to make sure it was working properly, before be brought it down and began sawing away at the ribs.
As soon as all the ribs were cut clean, he gently lifted it off the body and placed it in side a medical pan. Taking up the scalpel again, he reached in and began cutting away at the lungs to take a look inside. His eyes went wide as his jaw dropped with exclaim, "What the hell?!"
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Nikolai sat down at the table just as the newest cook that he hired began bringing him food. The new cook seemed to be an average man with his hair stuffed under a stupid cook's hat that was apparently part of the enforced uniform. He immediately started with a large bowl of what appeared to be a type of vegetable soup. "Ahh Borscht, just like my mama used to make." Yet he only took one sip before spitting it out all over the table. "Vhat is dis? You are calling dis Borscht? Dis would be making my mother rollink around in grave." He picked up the bowl and threw it in the servant's face. "You go and be tellink your brain to be making my food of better quality."
The cook took out a pocket handkerchief and wiped his face. "Right away sir." He walked away while grumbling under his breath "Already I'm regretting being hired for this." He walked into the kitchen where at least five other cooks were all over the place, making food for all the guests. The cook spoke to the head chef while clearly having borscht stains. The chef had a little sneer on his face, "I take it he didn't like it? Get used to it, until you get all the food right, you'll be wearing it." The cook only had a face of annoyance as he picked up the next dish, a plate of Pirozhki, a type of bun stuffed with meat, he made it himself and he hoped Nikolai would like it better.
He walked back towards Nikolai and placed the plate in front of him. Before he set into it, he looked over it carefully. He then raised a hand which everyone seemed to notice and become quiet. He then looked up at the cook, "Are you thinkink that I be stupid? Do you honestly think dat you could be hidink as a cook to be tryink to get close to me?"
The cook shook his head, "Sir? You hired me just today, I don't understand." Nikolai raised a fat set of fingers and pointed one at him. "I am throwink away soup only to throwink you off scent. I am beink hunted by all sorts of undercover police cops or fellow... buisness men like myself. They be poseink as all sorts of servants to be comink after me. Do you honestly be thinkink that I would let a new cook be making da food for me personally on first day?" He pushed the plate towards him, "Eat one to be provink me othervise."
The cook started to look a little nervous, "Sir, I would never even think of-" Without hesitation, Nikolai pulled out a rather large handgun, and pointed it straight at the cook's head, "Eat it, or your brains vill be the new color of my valls." The cook was shivering slightly in fear and sweating slightly as he picked up the top one and took a bite of it. Almost immediately, he seemed to turn pale and fall to the floor, dead.
Nikolai gave a deep belly laugh, and then pointed at one of his goons with a waving finger motion, signaling for him to get rid of the body. He came over around the table and picked up the body using the fireman's hold and walked out the main doors toward his car so he could drive off to dump the body. It was the middle of the night, and no cop in his right mind would take down one of Nikolai's men, if he values his paycheck or family.
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Of course, any part of the body would bleed if you cut into it, but the amount that came out when it was cut into was unusually high. After a few more examination cuts, the coroner confirms that the man died from choking to death on his own blood. The man's lifestyle would indicate it might have been a type of poison, yet all blood tests showed nothing in his system.
Working on a hunch, he took the scalpel and cut into the man's extended bloated stomach. It almost seemed to pop a little as the nauseous fumes of the stomach acid escaped, causing the man wince slightly. His initial theory seemed to be confirmed as inside the stomach, along with the half digested food was black goop that used to be blood. He knew what this was. He saw something just like this in a tragic and horrifying child's death during Halloween some years ago.
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Nikolai tossed the bit-into Pirozhki on the ground as another one of his goons stepped up. "Hey boss, you want me to throw the rest away?" Nikolai shook his head, "Nyet comrade. Dese amateur killers do not be riskink puttink da poison in all of food. Too easy to beink found out." With that in mind, he decided to prove that by picking out the Pirozhki on the very bottom of the pile and practically bit off half of it and chewing only twice before swallowing. He smiled and nodded his head before his face suddenly changed to fear.
He began coughing and holding his throat. The goon figured that his boss was just choking again from not chewing his food. This happened at least twice last month. He moved behind him and assumed the position for the Heimlich maneuver, which was hard enough with his girth. Yet as he began to press on, something unexpected happened. Instead of the food item that usually is chocking him, Nikolai began to cough up blood!
Many of the guests gasped in horror and the women Nikolai was with screamed in terror. The goon only continued this for a little while before getting scared himself. Nikolai immediately fell on his back, coughing up more and more blood before he finally just stopped altogether with a gut wrenching gurgle. One of the girls, being less then smart made a phone call to the police. The rest of the guests didn't bother stopping her as they all grabbed as much of their money and drugs and ran as fast as they could. Because with the death of their crime lord, motivation and profits would go down and bring the whole operation down to the ground.
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The corner was looking down at the exposed throat of the corpse that he had just cut open. He reached in with a pair of tweezers and pulled out a flat object covered in blood. Just then, the door burst open into the morgue. A Crime scene investigator came in holding a file, "John, you're not going to believe what we found at the crime scene." Without even looking up, The coroner answered with confidence, "Razor blades in the Pirozhki?"
The CSI had a look of confusion, "Oh?" John held up the bloody razor blade up for the CSI to see. "Yes, the deceased didn't chew enough and the razor got jammed into the throat, causing blood to pool in both his lungs and stomach, therefore drowning in his own blood." The CSI opened the file and looked over it, 'Yes that's right. All of the Pirozhkis were filled with both meat and at least two razor blades each. Yet there was something else that was strange. There was a slightly eaten one that was on the floor, yet it didn't contain a blade at all. Yet a quick lab check revealed it contained traces of Opium, higher then the usual drug use, which in itself is unusual as it's not a real popular drug anymore. Unfortunately the DNA is compromised on it, the big guy hear spewed blood all over the place including all over the eaten one."
Jon thought to himself for a little bit as he dropped the razor blade into another pan. "A high dose of opium... It's been shown that when ingested in high amounts, it limits respiration and slows down blood flow in the body, making the subject appear very pale. Any person viewing this would think the person had died."
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The goon had opted to just toss the body into the back seat as he didn't have to worry about a dead body. He made his way all the way to the docks and found a vacant pier. He drove towards it so he could go out as deep as possible to give the cops a hard time to find the body. Yet before he was going to stop the car, a knife went in and out the back of his head, killing him instantly as he fell on the wheel and drove straight off the dock. The "body" opened up the back door and dived out of the car and into the water before he became trapped inside. Plus it was also effective in cleaning off all the blood that sprayed back onto his face.
Angel took off the hat and hid underneath the pier as he slowly swam toward shore, hiding in the shadow so that no late workers would see him coming in. "It's just too bad I didn't get to see the wideload die of his own gluttony." As soon as he reached shore, he started walking off toward the street and in the direction of home, in a hurry as he had to burn his clothes as soon as possible.
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Four Hours Earlier...
It was a big party. One of the top elite crime kingpins was celebrating. Not for any reason in particular. When your accounts top off in the millions, what reason is needed other then to indulge in excess. Clearly he was the big man at the party (both figuratively and literally) named Nikolai Petrov. He lumbered through the room with his girth, girls in scandalous dresses hanging on each arm that were so beautiful, there was no way they'd hang out with a man of such girth without his wealth.
One of his underlings made a line of cocaine and snorted it in one go as he fell back in the chair with a deep breath. Nikolai passed by him as he shouted out, "Boss! I gotta say, your shindigs are always the best." Nikolai gave a short sneer and waved his hand. "Is nothing. I am being proud for havink you, in my home." Feeling he had to mingle with the drones long enough to put up a good front before he could indulge in good food.
He made his way to his table that seemed to look down the entire ballroom. He had the room installed about a week after he had his personal mansion made on the outskirts of town. The cops knew where it was, and they knew about all the operations he had going, yet no evidence to bring him down. Either they had good clean ups, or they had a few cops on their payroll to look the other way. He was completely untouchable.
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The exact cause of death was suffocation, yet the corpse had no indication of smothering nor choking. The coroner began the first initial cut along the chest area and pulled back the thick layers of skin and fat. Putting down the bloody scalpel, he carefully picked up the handheld circular saw and pressed the switch on and off a few times to make sure it was working properly, before be brought it down and began sawing away at the ribs.
As soon as all the ribs were cut clean, he gently lifted it off the body and placed it in side a medical pan. Taking up the scalpel again, he reached in and began cutting away at the lungs to take a look inside. His eyes went wide as his jaw dropped with exclaim, "What the hell?!"
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Nikolai sat down at the table just as the newest cook that he hired began bringing him food. The new cook seemed to be an average man with his hair stuffed under a stupid cook's hat that was apparently part of the enforced uniform. He immediately started with a large bowl of what appeared to be a type of vegetable soup. "Ahh Borscht, just like my mama used to make." Yet he only took one sip before spitting it out all over the table. "Vhat is dis? You are calling dis Borscht? Dis would be making my mother rollink around in grave." He picked up the bowl and threw it in the servant's face. "You go and be tellink your brain to be making my food of better quality."
The cook took out a pocket handkerchief and wiped his face. "Right away sir." He walked away while grumbling under his breath "Already I'm regretting being hired for this." He walked into the kitchen where at least five other cooks were all over the place, making food for all the guests. The cook spoke to the head chef while clearly having borscht stains. The chef had a little sneer on his face, "I take it he didn't like it? Get used to it, until you get all the food right, you'll be wearing it." The cook only had a face of annoyance as he picked up the next dish, a plate of Pirozhki, a type of bun stuffed with meat, he made it himself and he hoped Nikolai would like it better.
He walked back towards Nikolai and placed the plate in front of him. Before he set into it, he looked over it carefully. He then raised a hand which everyone seemed to notice and become quiet. He then looked up at the cook, "Are you thinkink that I be stupid? Do you honestly think dat you could be hidink as a cook to be tryink to get close to me?"
The cook shook his head, "Sir? You hired me just today, I don't understand." Nikolai raised a fat set of fingers and pointed one at him. "I am throwink away soup only to throwink you off scent. I am beink hunted by all sorts of undercover police cops or fellow... buisness men like myself. They be poseink as all sorts of servants to be comink after me. Do you honestly be thinkink that I would let a new cook be making da food for me personally on first day?" He pushed the plate towards him, "Eat one to be provink me othervise."
The cook started to look a little nervous, "Sir, I would never even think of-" Without hesitation, Nikolai pulled out a rather large handgun, and pointed it straight at the cook's head, "Eat it, or your brains vill be the new color of my valls." The cook was shivering slightly in fear and sweating slightly as he picked up the top one and took a bite of it. Almost immediately, he seemed to turn pale and fall to the floor, dead.
Nikolai gave a deep belly laugh, and then pointed at one of his goons with a waving finger motion, signaling for him to get rid of the body. He came over around the table and picked up the body using the fireman's hold and walked out the main doors toward his car so he could drive off to dump the body. It was the middle of the night, and no cop in his right mind would take down one of Nikolai's men, if he values his paycheck or family.
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Of course, any part of the body would bleed if you cut into it, but the amount that came out when it was cut into was unusually high. After a few more examination cuts, the coroner confirms that the man died from choking to death on his own blood. The man's lifestyle would indicate it might have been a type of poison, yet all blood tests showed nothing in his system.
Working on a hunch, he took the scalpel and cut into the man's extended bloated stomach. It almost seemed to pop a little as the nauseous fumes of the stomach acid escaped, causing the man wince slightly. His initial theory seemed to be confirmed as inside the stomach, along with the half digested food was black goop that used to be blood. He knew what this was. He saw something just like this in a tragic and horrifying child's death during Halloween some years ago.
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Nikolai tossed the bit-into Pirozhki on the ground as another one of his goons stepped up. "Hey boss, you want me to throw the rest away?" Nikolai shook his head, "Nyet comrade. Dese amateur killers do not be riskink puttink da poison in all of food. Too easy to beink found out." With that in mind, he decided to prove that by picking out the Pirozhki on the very bottom of the pile and practically bit off half of it and chewing only twice before swallowing. He smiled and nodded his head before his face suddenly changed to fear.
He began coughing and holding his throat. The goon figured that his boss was just choking again from not chewing his food. This happened at least twice last month. He moved behind him and assumed the position for the Heimlich maneuver, which was hard enough with his girth. Yet as he began to press on, something unexpected happened. Instead of the food item that usually is chocking him, Nikolai began to cough up blood!
Many of the guests gasped in horror and the women Nikolai was with screamed in terror. The goon only continued this for a little while before getting scared himself. Nikolai immediately fell on his back, coughing up more and more blood before he finally just stopped altogether with a gut wrenching gurgle. One of the girls, being less then smart made a phone call to the police. The rest of the guests didn't bother stopping her as they all grabbed as much of their money and drugs and ran as fast as they could. Because with the death of their crime lord, motivation and profits would go down and bring the whole operation down to the ground.
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The corner was looking down at the exposed throat of the corpse that he had just cut open. He reached in with a pair of tweezers and pulled out a flat object covered in blood. Just then, the door burst open into the morgue. A Crime scene investigator came in holding a file, "John, you're not going to believe what we found at the crime scene." Without even looking up, The coroner answered with confidence, "Razor blades in the Pirozhki?"
The CSI had a look of confusion, "Oh?" John held up the bloody razor blade up for the CSI to see. "Yes, the deceased didn't chew enough and the razor got jammed into the throat, causing blood to pool in both his lungs and stomach, therefore drowning in his own blood." The CSI opened the file and looked over it, 'Yes that's right. All of the Pirozhkis were filled with both meat and at least two razor blades each. Yet there was something else that was strange. There was a slightly eaten one that was on the floor, yet it didn't contain a blade at all. Yet a quick lab check revealed it contained traces of Opium, higher then the usual drug use, which in itself is unusual as it's not a real popular drug anymore. Unfortunately the DNA is compromised on it, the big guy hear spewed blood all over the place including all over the eaten one."
Jon thought to himself for a little bit as he dropped the razor blade into another pan. "A high dose of opium... It's been shown that when ingested in high amounts, it limits respiration and slows down blood flow in the body, making the subject appear very pale. Any person viewing this would think the person had died."
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The goon had opted to just toss the body into the back seat as he didn't have to worry about a dead body. He made his way all the way to the docks and found a vacant pier. He drove towards it so he could go out as deep as possible to give the cops a hard time to find the body. Yet before he was going to stop the car, a knife went in and out the back of his head, killing him instantly as he fell on the wheel and drove straight off the dock. The "body" opened up the back door and dived out of the car and into the water before he became trapped inside. Plus it was also effective in cleaning off all the blood that sprayed back onto his face.
Angel took off the hat and hid underneath the pier as he slowly swam toward shore, hiding in the shadow so that no late workers would see him coming in. "It's just too bad I didn't get to see the wideload die of his own gluttony." As soon as he reached shore, he started walking off toward the street and in the direction of home, in a hurry as he had to burn his clothes as soon as possible.