An absolute bloody scene welcomed their sight. They all covered their nose with their hands as the stink of blood registered on their sense of smell. Blood splattered on the graffitied wall inside the alley; some blood was fresh, colored red and dripping from the wall to the floor and some was already dried, turning brown and starting to blacken. There's also a crack on the wall; a visible impact where the fresh blood gathered as if someone was thrown into it. Below it was a garbage chute with a lifeless body of a cat-person missing some of its limbs, its face unrecognizable with a broken nose and a dislocated jaw. The body was already beginning to swell and bloat.
It was not the only one that could be found there. Puddle of blood and oozes coated the cemented floor. There's also bits and pieces of skin scattered on the floor and some body parts: a finger, a rotting eye, and a person's scalp that fell off a person's head. On the left and right side of the place were also cadavers of animal people and even humans bathed in greenish brown liquid and infested by numerous maggots.
Anthony could feel his stomach turned upside down by the scene. The bodies have numerous injuries and he believes that they suffer tremendously before succumbing to their untimely passing. There's also broken knives and swords around showing that these people tried to fight for their lives but miserably failed.
There's too many. The place was used to murder countless people repeatedly.
His heart sank as a heavy feeling occupied his chest. "Dear God," he whispered under his breath; his hand tight in a fisted grip.
He imagined those people's desperate plea to be saved and countless useless attempt to escape. There's also two bodies in the left side that even in death, they chose to remain together; facing each other with their hands clasped together.
He could hear Aegir start to sob; shoulders shaking in fear. Anthony reached for him and enveloped the cat in a tight embrace. He could feel his throat getting heavy and eyes beginning to wet and water.
Patting Aegir's head softly, he tried to comfort him. "I am right here. You're not alone. No one's going to hurt you, " he gently cooed at the cat who's crying on his chest. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped off his own tears. Trying to hold it in for Aegir's sake.
He's also petrified. He can also remember what he had seen last time, how Aegir was desperately clawing his way for his life and how someone did it without remorse; smiling and laughing as if ending someone's life is a sort of entertainment—but for Aegir, he needed to be a little strong. Just a little bit.
Still holding Aegir to his arms; he gazed at Alucard, the Fenrir whose face doesn't register emotions but with hands uncontrollably shaking. As if he knew how hard it is for Aegir.
"What do I need to do? " his voice was obviously stuttering; he was nervous. It is his first time to do all of these.
Alucard gave him a steady eye-contact; studying his expressions. "Don't worry, for your comfort, I'll be the one examining the bodies first. We need to know the extent of the damage and injuries before your turn. At least we'll know how to fix them, even if we cannot bring them back to life; we can give them a proper and complete body before giving them repose. " Alucard eyed the bodies; eyes with a melancholic expression that Anthony never expected to see on a terrifying beast.
"We will start with the body in the garbage chute then I'll teach you how to channel your ability. We will do it one step at a time, " Alucard continued.
Anthony motioned Vin to take care of Aegir, which the bunny immediately did as he had told. Aegir, on the other hand, followed obediently; hiccuping and never looking back on where the corpses lay.
Anthony stepped forward. "I'll do it. I can do it. " Without waiting for Fenrir's reply, he walked closely to the body in the garbage chute.
Upon closer look, Anthony could tell that the creature died by blunt trauma on the head. There's also a jaw dislocation and broken nose that is probably caused by giving a rather inhumane heavy blow to the face. There might've some distance where the creature received the blow; the impact caused the body to be brutally flown to the wall. There's also some deep cuts in their shoulders and abdomen which caused them to bleed preposterously.
Anthony cleared his throat and spoke. "They died because of the blunt trauma their head suffered from the impact. Even if they could survive it; they'll eventually die because of blood loss because of their wounds. The wounds were diagonal and deep; a knife or a dagger may be the case of it. " He closed his eyes, trying to continually speak even if he feels that sooner or later his words might left him.
He just want to scurry away to the corner. Because he knew that those injuries were so painful. Those... murderers not only they steal their souls but give their victim an antagonizing death.
He only learned all of these in books and his professor's lectures. But seeing this up close; he wants to puke in pure disgust, not to the victims condition but to the audacity of those who can stomach to do something so horrible.
Anthony leaned and examined the victim's skin and muscles to determine their time of death. He noticed that body also began to become stiff and the skin started to suffer discoloration. "The body is now in the process of rigor mortis. Their muscles are beginning to go tense and their skin losing its healthy color. The body also began to bloat, this may be due to the hot temperature that this alley has that caused the abdominal gasses to go through putrefaction earlier than expected. Based on the color of their blood which still seems fresh. They may have died 12-24 hours ago. " Anthony bit his lip, trying to stop himself from uttering strings of curses.
The people around Anthony on the other hand just stared in awe on how detailed his findings were. Although his words stagger and his hand shaking; he never missed a beat.
And for Vin who already has a list of judgements he had of Anthony, he crossed one out of the list. Anthony was not a total idiot.