Grace Millane Autopsia Novels & Stories

The one page containing Grace's final words. Had vanished.

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

Arthur begged. “No…” Mila whispered and she glared at the fallen form of Raul Collins. She knew Grace was gone…she could not feel her anymore and it broke Mila’s heart. “Just one more push would do it. I can feel his dead heart in my hands already … he killed Grace!”

She had no clothes on, and her hair was wiry from decomposition. The second log hung a man with the same rate of decomposition. He too had nothing on and had the same paper-thin skin. This man’s face was missing its jaw, so I could see straight inside him. The third log hung Grace. She had a bullet wound straight through the shoulder and her head; but her face was not reflecting the terror she must have felt. It looked like she had been killed in her sleep, before her eyes were scooped out for Cosmo. She was even still wearing the torn shirt-bandage from when she had been shot by that hunter.

Bill saw the instant hatred in her gaze and he had this sickening feeling that this wasn't going to end here,he didn't know how but he knew more deaths were coming. Workers swarmed into the room some of them wailing in anguish, some sobbing quietly, some just staring at Mrs grace. It was such a strange death. Her mouth was slightly open like someone who was struggling for breath. Minutes later paramedics rushed in and she was wheeled out of the room admit the chaos.

It was as if she was dead, or someone had harmed her so much she was at the point of death. She dropped her bag on the floor and without waiting any time, she rushed to her side. She knelt down beside her with her hands on her back, and then she shook her gently. “Charlotte!” she called, still shaking her gently but there was no response. Grace's mind raced, connecting the dots that led to an alarming conclusion. Was it possible that Grace's ex-husband, a menacing figure from her very recent past, had gotten to the first person he noticed was her friend? That was the first thing that immediately sprung to mind, but that wasn't possible.

no one fell for the correction but the Succubus simply shrugged it off as she did every day, “Dr Grace Gumm, please follow me, I have the unfortunate victims through here, you will need to confirm their identities before we can perform the autopsies,” Stacy interjected at this point, “Autopsy? Why?” “Well we are not sure what killed them, as yet I can find no puncture marks, cuts, defensive wounds or obvious signs of poisoning,” The Doctor lead the Wolves into a smaller room with two gurneys in the centre, the walls were tiled white and it stank of a mix of disinfectant and formaldehyde, the Doctor pulled back the blue sheets that were covering the bodies, all of a sudden it was real, Domini

Ana hiccuped and quickly wiped her tears. “He is stable. All thanks to Doctor Suarez.” Grace said and just then the door opened and a woman in her early forties walked in. “She is the miraculer who has kept my husband stable for the longest of times.” Ana met the woman's gaze and knew that she was the one to have prescribed those pills that were harmful to Jack. “Mrs Miller. I would like to discuss something with you. Please come with me outside.” Doctor Suarez said and Grace excused herself and walked out of the room with the doctor.

' she whispers as she kept on wiping her tears. It makes her sad but all she can do is nothing but to keep quiet, enough of the argument. She's tired of having an argument with him. She was worried about her exam for tomorrow. She still can't review although she calm down a bit yet her nerves still on the same position, still on shock that's why she can't still breathe normally. Grace has an aneurysm, which she inherits on her father's side. Her grandfather died on this kind of disease, which consisted of life threatening condition, if neglected.