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The Last Case Chapter 3
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The leaves of gold and scarlet blew across, as Monstru left for work. Once again, he could skip breakfast, for some delicious food were probably already inside his stomach. But that morning, he felt better, as if he had carried out revenge, and having done someone in usually had a cooling effect on Ian. The suburban street shown him different sights; a sign with “July the Fourth in six days” on it, a small poster saying about the upcoming play about a monster and a beautiful woman (it was no wonder it was called “Beauty and the Beast”), and a big display of suits; that was where he had gotten his quality outfits.
Samuel Ranger came up to him, as well as other kids. “Yo, Dexter, what’s up?” He did have a second name, and it was Dexter. “Nothing… Say, have you kids done something I shouldn’t be knowing about?” Each had a nervous expression. “We have done nothing wrong, Sir, but those guys are bullying us. They demanded for our lunch money.” A grim expression overcame his warm smile. “That is serious. Show me who they are again.” The group of small children lead him to a bunch of burly teenagers, and the adolescents were giggling madly. “Whaddya think we should spend our money on?” But, they stopped when a tall and thin shadow appeared. “Oh shit…”
“I heard that you have been extorting money from these little innocent kids. You guys are loaded enough. Why so, may I ask?” A stammering voice answered, “For fun?” “Wrong answer-” He was interrupted when a renown gangster stepped up, one which many had feared and would drop, but his gang would surrender if this tiger was arrested once more. “They’re with me, Monster.” The teenagers chuckled, and the kids winced. But the detective remained nonchalant. “I’ve captured you once, and I can do it again, my friend. Remember five years ago?” This time, the gangsters face flushed; so did the 16 year olds’. “You arrested him?” “Single-handedly. I’m letting you go. Don’t let me catch you kids stealing again, or the money goes back to them, and your parents would have some tea with me. You, Mr Gabriel Johnson, should be in jail now.” The rougher man turned to run (he was extremely fast.). The teens and kids looked out the alley, to see the faster man catching up, as the gangster ran across the alley once more, the other man leaping from the ground on all fours, then cuffing his hands. “Face it… you’re my prey…” An evil laugh erupted, then the burly man knocked him off guard and ran once more. A snarl was heard, even from a distance, and before the under 20s eyes, Monstru’s eyes hardened, his eyes turning into a demon’s and he ran much faster then before.
Gabriel turned back into the alley, with Ian hot on his heels. Then, in one inhuman action, Monstru opened his hinged jaws, filled with razors, and pinned the struggling man down. Something cool was felt, and a slobber of satisfaction was heard. “Dexter?” A timid Sammy whimpered in shock. Monstru realised what had happened, something in him cursed. “Cool it, man, I’ll go to jail now.” The kids handed his shades over. “So that’s where my glasses went. I’ll let you kids go this time…” The man smiled and started up the engine of the car. The other man stepped into the car, and both sped off. The under aged walked their separate ways, pretending not to see what just happened. It was scary enough to scar them for life. “Dexter, a monster? You’ve gotta be kiddin’.” No one would believe them. After all, why would a detective turn cannibal?
“Ah… He had been a tough one, he was… Thanks again, Monstru…” Ian stalked off after a handshake. “Why did you have to go-” “Sir, there’s another missing person, Mr Paul Terrier! …Uh, Sir, are you okay?” His lips were twitching at the ends. And his eyebrows were arched in an angry manner. Jack Hunter recognised that malicious face. It was sort of like his own.
Taking his bottle of pills out from his pocket, Monstru popped the cover open, before flipping two pills into his mouth, and gulping down a mouthful of water. He twitched a little before inquiring politely, “Now, what just happened?” “Paul Terrier is missing, Sir.” “I see…” The end of his thin chapped lips were curling again.
Reluctantly, Ian went to the same place where he had found his love’s remains. It turned out that there was a new stain, inevitably evil looking, with three limbs strewn on the floor, and some white powder of an unknown substance. Then, the same saliva globs lain in a few places, and it was later found out that it had come from the same creature. He bent down, and sniffed the gory remains. “Quite fresh kill. The remains stink and look 17 hours, but its about 19 hours. You can tell by the distinct smell, number of insects, and of course, the state of decomposition. Got it, juniors?” The group of new rookie detectives said nothing and took down notes. “What have I told you about answering? I am still looking at the corpse, and at least a ‘Yes, Sir!’ should calm me. Unless, of course, you want to examine the body by yourself.” The students flinched. “Yes, sir…” The youngest, Jack Hunter, mumbled in both fear and respect. “Good. You just came out of the promoting case of the tenth drug bust, didn’t you? Very good. At least this is one that deserves the position. But what about each of you? You guys just can’t cut out police work. Detective work is harder. You got me?” The frightened students nodded, fearful, yet quite furious at his insult.
The group looked at their notes once more. Now was desperate, which was why even the newest detectives were called in. They were awed by the Chief Detective’s achievements, yet as fearful, as most were dealt with murders, kidnap, and of anything that involved blood. He had a weird way of knowing things, which freaked many out. He excelled in every area, except animal communication of course. There was an uncanny thing that won’t go off. Jack Hunter was quite the same, except he dealt with more crimes that didn’t have blood. That was why he was top of the Detective Constables. He was going to be a Detective Inspector. There were rumours about Ian wanting to make Jack the head detective in his department, but the Chief superintendent would not allow it. Ian was too good.
Freddy Ranger timidly asked, “Sir, if there is no body, yet there are blood stains, is it still murder?” “Well, that cannot be told. It really depends on the situation. That’s a very good question though.” “And what situation would be murder?” “Well, there would be some sort of evidence: like the murder weapon, or something left behind that would signify murder. Of course, it can be misunderstood, like a kidnap, or simply that someone just happened to butcher a Pit-bull.” A puzzled expression took over their serious look. “Okay, to confess, I had been attacked by a dog of that kind before, and that I have killed one or two a few years ago. Happy?” A certain relief and fear overcame the young adults. “Okay, didn’t mean to scare you. Just sharing a bit of my past. Come, we must get back to evaluate on our evidence so far.”
They stepped into the police van, which their Asian member, Teo Jun An, drove to the police headquarters. Ian was visually upset, and the rest tried to go near the sobbing man to comfort him. Only one succeeded, and that was Jack Hunter. Somehow, he had a connection with Ian. Perhaps that was because Jack had as much talent as Monstru. Something wasn’t right.
Jun An had always hated Ian, because he had insulted them many times. Not because he hated them, or of racism, but because he thought none of them could amount to his position. Only one man could speak to him, Jack was sort of like another pain-in-the-ass like Monstru was. The platinum blonde was quite similar to Monstru, except that instead of black, he wore white, or red on occasions.
The night’s sky was dark, and everyone dared not go out, for rumours had it there was a deranged man who’s out to kill on a full moon. “Big deal…” Monstru went outside to pluck an apple from the tree that grew along the orchard. “You’re out, huh? Not afraid?” “Nope. Why? Are you going to eat me or something?” “Good idea. We should be buddies.” “Yeah. But you didn’t bring your gun along today, Hunter.” Jack sighed and plucked out the apple. “Here. You wanted this. How did you know it was me, anyway?” “A detective doesn’t reveal that trick. It was a hunch, I guess.” Both had a good laugh, and walked to the police station. “I met that monster. He’s scary.” “Really?” “Yeah. He’s tall, pale and has shades on.” “Sounds kinda like me.” A giggle was heard. “It is you, Ian!” “Am I that scary?” “Yes. You look more like a deranged wolf.” “Ah. That’s a great compliment. Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”
“Fair game with humans, eh, boy?” “Yeah. I’m going for a kid tonight. You?” “Nah. And kids will attract to much attention.” “Oh yeah. We’ll do it together tomorrow, then? Or are you out for revenge again?” “No. We’re together.” “Great. Meet you at the cemetery. Now, where’s my medicine?” “I can’t find mine either.” “I think they’re at your office.” “Oh, wait! Mine’s in my shirt pocket, not pants!” “Oh, and mine’s in my pants! Gosh, we’ve been dumb!”
In the graveyard, a hand shot out, and pushed the body of the owner out of the ground. The zombie carried with it a shark-tooth like weapon that glinted in the moonlight , stashed into a hilt on his belt. He violently grabbed the undertaker working the night shift, and cut out the symbol of love on his chest. His hand shot out at the roughly sketched bloody line, and pulled out a beating organ. Stuffing it into his mouth, he slipped back into the hole. Yes, Paul Terrier has risen. And the prophecy of the monsters and zombies has only just begun.
Samuel Ranger came up to him, as well as other kids. “Yo, Dexter, what’s up?” He did have a second name, and it was Dexter. “Nothing… Say, have you kids done something I shouldn’t be knowing about?” Each had a nervous expression. “We have done nothing wrong, Sir, but those guys are bullying us. They demanded for our lunch money.” A grim expression overcame his warm smile. “That is serious. Show me who they are again.” The group of small children lead him to a bunch of burly teenagers, and the adolescents were giggling madly. “Whaddya think we should spend our money on?” But, they stopped when a tall and thin shadow appeared. “Oh shit…”
“I heard that you have been extorting money from these little innocent kids. You guys are loaded enough. Why so, may I ask?” A stammering voice answered, “For fun?” “Wrong answer-” He was interrupted when a renown gangster stepped up, one which many had feared and would drop, but his gang would surrender if this tiger was arrested once more. “They’re with me, Monster.” The teenagers chuckled, and the kids winced. But the detective remained nonchalant. “I’ve captured you once, and I can do it again, my friend. Remember five years ago?” This time, the gangsters face flushed; so did the 16 year olds’. “You arrested him?” “Single-handedly. I’m letting you go. Don’t let me catch you kids stealing again, or the money goes back to them, and your parents would have some tea with me. You, Mr Gabriel Johnson, should be in jail now.” The rougher man turned to run (he was extremely fast.). The teens and kids looked out the alley, to see the faster man catching up, as the gangster ran across the alley once more, the other man leaping from the ground on all fours, then cuffing his hands. “Face it… you’re my prey…” An evil laugh erupted, then the burly man knocked him off guard and ran once more. A snarl was heard, even from a distance, and before the under 20s eyes, Monstru’s eyes hardened, his eyes turning into a demon’s and he ran much faster then before.
Gabriel turned back into the alley, with Ian hot on his heels. Then, in one inhuman action, Monstru opened his hinged jaws, filled with razors, and pinned the struggling man down. Something cool was felt, and a slobber of satisfaction was heard. “Dexter?” A timid Sammy whimpered in shock. Monstru realised what had happened, something in him cursed. “Cool it, man, I’ll go to jail now.” The kids handed his shades over. “So that’s where my glasses went. I’ll let you kids go this time…” The man smiled and started up the engine of the car. The other man stepped into the car, and both sped off. The under aged walked their separate ways, pretending not to see what just happened. It was scary enough to scar them for life. “Dexter, a monster? You’ve gotta be kiddin’.” No one would believe them. After all, why would a detective turn cannibal?
“Ah… He had been a tough one, he was… Thanks again, Monstru…” Ian stalked off after a handshake. “Why did you have to go-” “Sir, there’s another missing person, Mr Paul Terrier! …Uh, Sir, are you okay?” His lips were twitching at the ends. And his eyebrows were arched in an angry manner. Jack Hunter recognised that malicious face. It was sort of like his own.
Taking his bottle of pills out from his pocket, Monstru popped the cover open, before flipping two pills into his mouth, and gulping down a mouthful of water. He twitched a little before inquiring politely, “Now, what just happened?” “Paul Terrier is missing, Sir.” “I see…” The end of his thin chapped lips were curling again.
Reluctantly, Ian went to the same place where he had found his love’s remains. It turned out that there was a new stain, inevitably evil looking, with three limbs strewn on the floor, and some white powder of an unknown substance. Then, the same saliva globs lain in a few places, and it was later found out that it had come from the same creature. He bent down, and sniffed the gory remains. “Quite fresh kill. The remains stink and look 17 hours, but its about 19 hours. You can tell by the distinct smell, number of insects, and of course, the state of decomposition. Got it, juniors?” The group of new rookie detectives said nothing and took down notes. “What have I told you about answering? I am still looking at the corpse, and at least a ‘Yes, Sir!’ should calm me. Unless, of course, you want to examine the body by yourself.” The students flinched. “Yes, sir…” The youngest, Jack Hunter, mumbled in both fear and respect. “Good. You just came out of the promoting case of the tenth drug bust, didn’t you? Very good. At least this is one that deserves the position. But what about each of you? You guys just can’t cut out police work. Detective work is harder. You got me?” The frightened students nodded, fearful, yet quite furious at his insult.
The group looked at their notes once more. Now was desperate, which was why even the newest detectives were called in. They were awed by the Chief Detective’s achievements, yet as fearful, as most were dealt with murders, kidnap, and of anything that involved blood. He had a weird way of knowing things, which freaked many out. He excelled in every area, except animal communication of course. There was an uncanny thing that won’t go off. Jack Hunter was quite the same, except he dealt with more crimes that didn’t have blood. That was why he was top of the Detective Constables. He was going to be a Detective Inspector. There were rumours about Ian wanting to make Jack the head detective in his department, but the Chief superintendent would not allow it. Ian was too good.
Freddy Ranger timidly asked, “Sir, if there is no body, yet there are blood stains, is it still murder?” “Well, that cannot be told. It really depends on the situation. That’s a very good question though.” “And what situation would be murder?” “Well, there would be some sort of evidence: like the murder weapon, or something left behind that would signify murder. Of course, it can be misunderstood, like a kidnap, or simply that someone just happened to butcher a Pit-bull.” A puzzled expression took over their serious look. “Okay, to confess, I had been attacked by a dog of that kind before, and that I have killed one or two a few years ago. Happy?” A certain relief and fear overcame the young adults. “Okay, didn’t mean to scare you. Just sharing a bit of my past. Come, we must get back to evaluate on our evidence so far.”
They stepped into the police van, which their Asian member, Teo Jun An, drove to the police headquarters. Ian was visually upset, and the rest tried to go near the sobbing man to comfort him. Only one succeeded, and that was Jack Hunter. Somehow, he had a connection with Ian. Perhaps that was because Jack had as much talent as Monstru. Something wasn’t right.
Jun An had always hated Ian, because he had insulted them many times. Not because he hated them, or of racism, but because he thought none of them could amount to his position. Only one man could speak to him, Jack was sort of like another pain-in-the-ass like Monstru was. The platinum blonde was quite similar to Monstru, except that instead of black, he wore white, or red on occasions.
The night’s sky was dark, and everyone dared not go out, for rumours had it there was a deranged man who’s out to kill on a full moon. “Big deal…” Monstru went outside to pluck an apple from the tree that grew along the orchard. “You’re out, huh? Not afraid?” “Nope. Why? Are you going to eat me or something?” “Good idea. We should be buddies.” “Yeah. But you didn’t bring your gun along today, Hunter.” Jack sighed and plucked out the apple. “Here. You wanted this. How did you know it was me, anyway?” “A detective doesn’t reveal that trick. It was a hunch, I guess.” Both had a good laugh, and walked to the police station. “I met that monster. He’s scary.” “Really?” “Yeah. He’s tall, pale and has shades on.” “Sounds kinda like me.” A giggle was heard. “It is you, Ian!” “Am I that scary?” “Yes. You look more like a deranged wolf.” “Ah. That’s a great compliment. Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”
“Fair game with humans, eh, boy?” “Yeah. I’m going for a kid tonight. You?” “Nah. And kids will attract to much attention.” “Oh yeah. We’ll do it together tomorrow, then? Or are you out for revenge again?” “No. We’re together.” “Great. Meet you at the cemetery. Now, where’s my medicine?” “I can’t find mine either.” “I think they’re at your office.” “Oh, wait! Mine’s in my shirt pocket, not pants!” “Oh, and mine’s in my pants! Gosh, we’ve been dumb!”
In the graveyard, a hand shot out, and pushed the body of the owner out of the ground. The zombie carried with it a shark-tooth like weapon that glinted in the moonlight , stashed into a hilt on his belt. He violently grabbed the undertaker working the night shift, and cut out the symbol of love on his chest. His hand shot out at the roughly sketched bloody line, and pulled out a beating organ. Stuffing it into his mouth, he slipped back into the hole. Yes, Paul Terrier has risen. And the prophecy of the monsters and zombies has only just begun.
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