Officer Name: Jackson Cade
Badge Number: 4432
Date of Incident: 6/18/XX
Level: The Gallery
Description of Events:
Thirty days.
I was surrounded by death on all sides, trapped in the Gallery for thirty days.
To my left, my right, and standing right in front of me. You couldn’t turn anywhere without seeing the dead on either side, without seeing the desecrated corpses and bloody remains of every poor soul that crossed paths with the demented artist we called Jasper Redgrave. But the thing that got me the most as I laid locked in that building?
It was the smell of blood in the air.
It permeated everything, made me want to vomit in my mouth every minute I was locked inside. Iron and decay assaulted my every sense the point of burning my eyes. I was in a sensory hell that no man should ever be apart of. And the only reprieve from the lifelessness surrounding me was that smile.
The suspect’s damned, demented smile.
But I broke free from my restraints on day thirty of my entrapment within the eagle’s grasp. The hands of the devil himself dug into my flesh and I fought my way out without a second thought. I engaged the suspect in combat and in doing so came into contact with many of his deranged ‘art pieces’, destroying many of them in the process.
By the end, both he and I were plunged deep within the blood that had tormented me for so long. But, despite it all, I found a way to crawl out of the pit. I was soaked, I was tired.
But I never gave up.
And yet I failed to detain him.
The Eagle Unit arrived on scene soon after. The suspect was terminated by Captain [REDACTED] soon after. I was dragged out of the hellish room and debriefed as soon as I was back in the Eagle’s Nest.
Officer’s Comments:
After my detainment in The Gallery, I thought I would be more shaken. But, in truth? The blood? The Death? By the last day, I had grown numb to it. The smell of blood, the visions of the dead? It didn’t effect me.
It drove me.
Or maybe it broke me.
But now? I don’t think anything can truly scare me, shake me, as much as what I witnessed in the Gallery.
And as I walk back into Olympus next week? My match seems so small in comparison.
I’ve seen things that Vision could never dream of witnessing with his third eye.
Swam in more blood and death than the Doctor has likely ever seen in his entire career.
And survived a hell more terrifying than any underworld that Gemini could possibly rule over.
I’ll be surrounded on all sides by death again, the smell of blood will be in the air. This thought would have horrified me just a few months ago.
But now? I’m just determined to take every one of those hostiles down.
And I’m going to do it by the book.