Sitting in the car, I processed the first half of the story but Brook's remaining hesitance to continue, I gestured for him to continue impatiently. Even though, looking at the photo on the file in my hands, I could already guess where this was being led up to. It was the short, sharp sentences Brooks uttered as he told his story that made my nerves stand on end.

"We went to Sector C and we found Medical Officer Greeves where the back-up generators were."

"So he was found where the generators were and for fifteen minutes no one suspected much happened?"

"Greeves, I saw in his office which is not far from mine and Sector C is on the other side and the Asylum is quite big, for particular reasons we have. To get to the other end, especially in the dark and with our containments out and then down into the basement where the power was could take ten to fifteen minutes."

"During the fifteen minutes, someone had obviously gone to check since he was in charge of the keys that day. He was found alone, and the keys were on the door but the generators had been tampered with. Leaving us to fix the tampering and turn the back-ups on."

"But your patients were stuck in their prisons so they couldn't have tampered with it before the power went out." I blinked slowly as I tapped the file, as I sighed heavily. "You want me to, suss out who of your escaped patients managed to reach the breaker room, tamper it without breaking in with no key, and kill a medical officer." It wasn't a question but basic realization and I don't know why but it was both questionable and thrilling in a way. "You know, for cases like this where I have to, 'suss out,'" I finger quoted the word to prove the ridiculous situation they seemed to pushing for in such a brief amount of time. "I will be keeping an open mind only. Until proven guilty, if that's the saying. Who's to say any of the soldiers could've done this? Why believe your patients? Granted, from what I'm gathering about your asylum and other asylums and institutions, patients are dangerous and I have no doubt in these kind of places, grudges do and can happen. But that applies for every human."

"I understand what you mean and a part of me hopes that the containments did not manage to do this, but like you said, I have to keep an open and clear mind. These...patients, are not normal. And the way Greeve's was killed, it's why most of us are on edge and why it is more likely to be a patient to have...done this."

"You faltered off at the end of that sentence." I rolled my shoulders, tired of sitting in the car for the last couple hours. "You didn't say 'a patient to have killed him'." A huge part of me did not want to know at all, but for my job, I didn't have the choice. I've seen the horrible things people have done, physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually and I had a strong stomach and cool head to be able to do my job and make sure those that needed help got it but also punished properly. I've seen crime scenes where parts of me recoiled in disgust and fear.

I had to mentally prepare but a part of me was less than prepared.

Brooks sighed and gestured to the file.

"The pictures don't do it justice but still pretty horrific." I flipped through the file while he spoke until I reached the end and beheld the phots. He was right. Horrific indeed and I couldn't imagine seeing it in person.

"Mutilated." I pulled out the autopsy report. "And it was done in at least before someone showed up, another 10 minutes after nothing happened. So about 20 minutes of torture and then killed slowly."

"There was bruising around his face, saying someone held his mouth tight enough to bruise and fracture his jaw, to prevent him from screaming. And they kept holding his mouth while they used their other hand to slowly cut him up."

"They avoided major arteries so as not to kill him or bleed him out too fast. But enough that the pain was excruciating. He died painfully and slowly. He died in front of us. There was nothing anyone could do."

I flicked to the full body pics and shuddered at the scene.

"They split open his stomach and pulled out his intestines, slowly for him to see and watch and unable to do anything about it. Shoulders dislocated, and...am I reading this right?" I blink quickly and several times as I process the words. "Someone broke his rib cage one by one by reaching in and snapping it like a fucking wish-bone? Are you kidding me?" Brooks tightened his mouth as he remained quiet while I stared at the disaster of an autopsy before me. "And, a severed penis..." I nodded slowly, then shook my head before burying my face in my hands. "It's creative, I'll give them that. But the problem is once again, I am not a detective or profiler. I can only come up with a couple ideas and all of them don't fit together."

"What do you mean?"

"For instance the mutilation is something more of a male attack, but he was blitzed. Broken nose was first and that palm open and bang. He's teary eyed and confused and then his stomach was sliced opened and stabbed in the pelvis just above his penis. He goes down and they cover his mouth. And then slice his stomach open further with just one hand, and pull out his intestines slowly while crushing his jaw, fracturing and bruising it. Then there's penis severing. These attacks just don't match one type of person. It just jumps from female to male to female to male. From someone who appears quite strong to take down such a big guy and to hold him down with one hand while the other moves around. He could've tried to get away, it wouldn't have killed him unless they pulled something vital. A blitz attack seems like he startled his killer and then suddenly there was immediate knowing what to do and where to cut. It just doesn't make sense and that's what I am getting from a look on paper at his autopsy."

There was silence and I glanced at Brook's who remained frowning but looked a little worried.

"How many containments do I need to go through."

"We have twenty containments. But only twelve of the twenty left their keep. Most were found in the dining area or roaming the halls for fun."

Only twenty...I don't know what to make of that.

"That's a small number for a decently large asylum for lethal patients held by military." I closed the file on Greeves and glanced at Brooks. "How many would you say are strong enough and capable enough to do something like this? And what did others think of Greeves?" Brooks remained silent, his eyes unfocused as he thought through. "I caught a glimpse of the number of complaints against Greeve's by some of his own men and I assume there would be some complaints made from your patients. How many grievances would he have?"

"Truthfully, I don't know about any grievances against the Containments. If there were, I wouldn't be surprised if it was swept under the rug. But amongst the soldiers, not as easy to sweep under. I do know he was a good medic, but he has shown to have quite the temper and become aggressive. I would say he does not have very many friends, if at all."

"Are there patients who would most likely have a grudge against him?"

"Truthfully most of the patients would have grudges against most soldiers. Especially since we are doing our job to keep them contained and well, no one likes a prison. They are a very...unnerving group. It's easy for others to become uncomfortable around them."

"Okay, now I'm curious. What is the deal with the patients? You keep saying unnatural and hardly normal but dangerous and the public does not need to know their existence." A thought flickered in my head and I scoffed, sipping my dry throat. "Now if you're gonna go in and start blabbing about 'out of this world' stuff, then there are gonna be complications."

"That's an Area 51 thing. Not my jurisdiction if it really exists." Brooks chuckled but smiled warily. "But you are on the right path, on out this world stuff." I shook my head heavily, a loud groan escaping me.

"Such things do not exist. If you're gonna say you have werewolves, fairies, dragons and elves or whatever else there is in that realm, then I believe it's all of you that need to be examined." Brook's laughter grew louder, he rubbed his eyes as he shook his head.

"No, no. Not quite like that. It's a little more, basic sort of but if the paranormal or supernatural did not exist, Doctor Zane, then I would not have put in thousands of dollars into this asylum." He turned to me slowly, eyes sharp as a tack. "I was the same as you son. But like one says, you have to see it to believe it and I saw what you will see very soon." He turned back to the front, leaving me staring at him and a chill running down my spine. "And we are here."

I glanced at the front and ahead, I could see a large grey wall several yards out, a two story facility could be seen over the wall within it. Reaching the gate, which the driver pulled out a card for the perimeter guard to scan and the doors opened apart, allowing us to drive in.

"Welcome to Olympus Asylum." Brooks hummed, hopping out of the car to stretch which I followed, my bones cracking in relief.

"And may God have mercy on your sanity."