Criminal Mastermind

"I'm not sure how we're going to be able to explain this one to the Chief. No one will ever believe it." John looked down at the oddly positioned body with a growing sense of dismay.

Building blocks, empty milk cartons mingled with the scattered remains of macaroni and cheese lay around the apartment. As if am insane artist had indulged in a fit of creativity.

Soap bubbles crept a slow path from the washing machine into the living room, the water mixed swirls of paint into the cheap carpet. Chalk and crayon alike were crushed under feet, no matter how careful the officers tried to be.

"We should get CSI in here before anything else is destroyed." Helen tried not to look at the curled body in the corner of the room.

"If we're not careful then the water will damage evidence on the body."

"She's almost in a fetal position." She shivered and looked away from the hideous scene.

"This is your first murder scene?" Her partner inquired, seeing the look. "We get a couple of this type a month. It gets worse just after Christmas. February is the worst month of all. Thirty three of them last Feb alone. It's as if everything comes crashing down at once. Insanity hits. The victims are too weak to fight it off."

"Those lurid colors, they're all over her face." Helen seemed to be turning a pale of green to match the line around the victim's eyes.

"If you're going to be sick then take it outside."

"How can you be so calm about this? Just take a good look at what he did to her."

"I'm used to it." John looked over as the gurgling assailant was carried out towards the waiting car. The merry two year old was covered in lime green Jell-O from head to toe, waving a toy sword over his head. "I raised three myself."