[ WP ] A serial murderer who has performed 100 's of inhumane experiments is caught . His research suggests he has found cures for several major diseases and wo n't divulge unless all charges are dropped .

The detective entered the interrogation room. It was cold, he wondered if it was the room, or that piece of filth's heart. 
 The murderer was sitting quietly and polite, postured perfectly upright. 
 As if he were a statue. The detective sat directly in front of him. 
 The murderer hasnt taken his eyes off of him since he entered the room. 
 The detective struggled to keep the anger from his voice, as he said 
 `` Where is your research?'' As soon as the words left his mouth the murderer responded with `` You mean my masterpiece? My Mona Lisa. 
 My Starry Night.'' `` Whatever the hell it is. Where is it?'' 
 The anger showing in the detective's voice this time. 
 `` My price is simple. You pigs drop all charges. And I will take you straight to my masterpiece. To save all those pathetic wretches from the inevitable.'' He said with no emotion at all. After some thought, the detective and his precinct reluctantly agreed. 
 It was a cold, miserable, wet night. The car ride was just as miserable. Made worse by the murderers constant giggling. `` Shut the hell up.'' The detective said annoyed. The murderer did n't stop however. The giggling ringing in the detective's mind. `` It's just up ahead. Hehehehe. I hope you like it.'' He said eerily. The shed was worn down, and old. The shingles were falling off, and on both sides `` Hello Detective.'' was written in blood. 
 How the hell did he know I would be coming? The detective thought. 
 `` I hope you like it. It's not much, but it's where my heart is. And a few others too. Hahahahehe.'' The murderer said gleefully. The detective swung the door open, the stench of death, fear, and pain filled his nostrils. The detective holding back vomit said `` Where is it, filth?'' 
 `` That's no way to treat your host.'' He said spitefully. `` Would you like a drink?'' The murderer asked with a smile on his lips. `` No. Show me where it is, now.'' The detective stated with a grimace. `` Very well. But first I need to show you my favorite subject.'' The murderer said giggling to himself. 
 He walked over to a wall and flipped on the light. The wall was covered in pictures. Bottom to top. Pictures of the same woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes, petite, and beautiful. 
 The detective tensed in anger as he realized. 
 It was his wife. 
 `` What the fuck?!'' He said filled with rage, as he put his hands around the murderers throat. The murderer struggling to speak said `` Do n't you like it? I made it for you.'' The detective threw him on the ground. The murderer hit the ground hard. Giggling as he fell. 
 `` How the fuck?!'' The detective said loudly. 
 The murderer giggled as he said `` You should be proud, you know. 
 She cured cancer. She had the cutest brain. Had. Ahahahahohohhaha.'' The detective started kicking and did n't stop until he heard ribs breaking. 
 While the murderer's incessant giggling wo n't stop. Choking on his blood, the murderer pointed to the research notes. 
 The detective did n't care. Punch after punch. Kick after kick. 
 The murderer's laugh slowly turned to a wheeze. The murderer gazed at the detective. And laughed. The laugh was silenced by the detective's heel to the murderer's windpipe. The murderer gasped for air, but could n't retried any. His eyes still on the detective's. Slowly, the murderer 
 raised one last smile, from ear to ear. And he died. The detective collapsed. He started to crawl weakly to the notes. When he reached the notes, he pulled himself up to the old, rickety, desk. The notes were tidily stacked onto eachother. The detective read the title to the front page. 
 Written neatly on the top in red ink it said `` I win, detective. Hahaheeheh.'' 
 The detective, paying no mind to the murderer's scribbles stumbled to the exit. He twisted the brass doorknob. But it was locked. The detective tried to force it, with all of his might, to no avail. The detective slumped down to the corner of the disgusting barn. And closed his eyes. Thats when he smelt smoke. The other side of the barn was ablaze. 
 Unable to move from exhaustion. The detective looked at the wall with his beautiful wife. Tears started streaming down his face. As he tried to catch his breath. He gazed over at the murderer, he was still smiling. 
 The detective exhausted. Closed his eyes. One last time.
