[ WP ] Very few people in the world are born with unique , strange abilities . Yours is the ability to hear the music of people 's souls .

Laura was kneeling on the grimy flagstones of the street, examining the latest victim. A gaping wound ran across his neck and the letter'M' had been cut into his forehead. She forced down her desire to be sick at the sight of the gaping wound, and examined his patched clothing with a faded red shoulder badge noting the cryptic series of letters written in blood next to him. She carefully took of his shoulder badge and read what was written on the reverse,'Peter More, B Negative, Mutant'. She stood up and tried unsuccessfully to brush the grime off her trousers. Her partner walked over to her, looking disdainfully at her. 
 
 `` That's the third murder in this area this month. Is it the same as the other two?'' 
 
 Laura nodded `` Yes, his throat was cut and a'M' was cut into his forehead'' 
 
 `` And the numbers?'' 
 
 `` There as well and different again'' 
 
 `` Go and see if any of the local residents know anything'' 
 
 Laura nodded and walked away from him towards the nearest building, she could hear other police units arriving now. The building was a large grey imposing structure roughly cut from the stone of the cavern and was one of several sounding the dim square where the body had been found. There would be large numbers of people crammed in each one sometimes whole families to a room. Which was why he sent her to question them, she could question them a lot faster than any of the other officers. It was how she had managed to join the police thay certainly would not of taken her otherwise. 
 
 She had reached the building and lent against the rough rock next to the imposing metal doors. Laura closed her eyes and concentrated. The music started, it had overwhelmed when she heard it for the first time but now she had learnt how to focus on one song at a time. Thay sang of the person it belonged to, of their fears their hopes their experiences and their innermost desires. The music of their soul. Carefully she focused the songs on last night. Nothing. The walls were too thick for them to hear anything and the cavern too badly lit for them to see anything. 
 
 She gradually went around each of the buildings, listening and focusing. Each time nothing but the sad stories of their occupants. Laura sighed and walked back to her partner who had watched her completing her loop, his eyes disapproving and untrusting. She shook her head at him. He turned away and began talking to one of the forensics officers. Laura turned and walked to the caverns exit, playing with her red shoulder badge.
