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The Last Case Chapter 4
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Patrick took out his folder and placed it gently on the snoozing detective’s oak desk. Placing a beef sandwich with raw meat on the table, he stepped out. Soon, munching was heard. The squelching of meat being crushed between rows of razor canines was too much to bear, so Penelope Stewards moved away from the room.
Ian looked at the file, and thought about the murders, which had an uncanny resemblance. “The style of the murders are the same… Could it have been done by a serial killer, or one that’s a copycat?” Then, he remembered about the same creature attacks on the Pit bulls. They were murdered in a gruesome fashion too. Each of them possessed something that was similar to the recent victims. Their bodies were mutilated, and none of the other parts were found. He then remembered the forensics report.
“What if some old guy killed and let his dog eat it? Logical explanation, no?” His butt came off the seat, then, his long legs moved his body to the door. “Penelope, please tell that crazy woman Janet Parker to make a real crime, not a fake one just so she can see me, and persuade me to be her boyfriend.” “Yes, Sir.” He went back to his seat. Having a small communication device just to tell his secretary what to do is just plain too lazy, he commented, so they removed it from his office.
A block away, the small puppy emerged from the garbage can with it’s mother. The patrolling officer saw them, and carried them to the police headquarters, and they decided to put both diseased dogs to sleep. Strangely enough, Ian volunteered to send them to their deaths. Painfully.
Yelps were heard, then all was silent. Pounding, then some slashing, before Monstru walked out. Bloody hands, mutilated remains of dogs and a bloody chopper explain everything. “Throw them away. And pick up some good strong ones next time.” The rest stared at each other, looked green and walked away. One had to pick the decomposing parts later.
Ian reached out for the ball-point pen on his desk, and scribbled down some writing, before eating the piece of paper he had dirtied.
“Sir, Terrence Gerald had been murdered! It seems his heart had been ripped out, but we noticed cut marks too. “ Okay. Send Hunter to my car. We’ll do this case.” “Yes, sir.” Peter Long john left the room, with Ian locking the door behind him. “Hunter, let’s go and have a look at that body at the morgue, and maybe get some evidence at the graveyard.” “You know, Sir, I have this funny feeling about the graveyard, as if we’re going to meet there or something, to catch a murderer or even meet for a gay date!.” “As do I, Jack. And call me Ian or Dexter.” “Whatever you say, Ian.” “And I’m NOT gay.”
“Sir, David Olsen is on the case. You may take the day off.” “Right.” he sighed. “Come on. Let’s go.” Hunter was with him, but they went instead of home was to the old house on the hill, where the remains of the mutilated bodies had lain.
A Pit-bull puppy crawled out from under the matted sofa, and yelped. Soon, three other baby dogs joined it, along with their father. Their mother had been murdered by Monstru, and they thought of revenge then. The father pounced on Ian, but he was shaken off. “Murder me? No can do. I know what to do with you.” The growling beast stopped and whined when it saw Ian’s eyes. “No dog will get the better of me…” A chill of impending death replaced the warmth of love in the room, with Jack pulling apart a puppy, and three cowering in fear of the two monsters of nature.
The men stared hungrily at the dogs, grins so inhuman were lined with blood thirst, and some violent dreams in their eyes. “I love tearing puppies apart…” “Your kind almost killed me…” There was no glint of hope in the canines’ eyes, and whines of fear was heard. Then all was black after the father of three living puppies was ripped in half by the sinewy males. Razors were shown, lips curled, and the souls of the animals joined their father’s in the realm of angels above.
Blood was everywhere, and the dogs’ remains were packed into a bag, to be eaten at Ian’s place for dinner, and Jack was invited.
Little Sammy walked over to Dexter’s place because he smelled blood in air. “Yo, Dexter, whatcha eatin’?” The door opened, and a man with ruby liquid all over his mouth spoke to him, “Pit-bull.” “Oh…” Sammy walked away from the house , in fear of the blood thirsty dog hater.
Zombies roamed the perimeter, catching smaller animals like crafty squirrels and cats that reside at the graveyard. Their organs were stolen, and with each one dead, the twelve led by a thirteenth grew more flesh on their blacken earth-stained bones. “Come! We shall take one human with us tonight, and he shall be one of the innocent souls for the devil …” Under his breath, he muttered, “I will take care of one… my killer…” The undead’s eyes gleamed, a beam of evil shining in them as they set off for the forest nearby…
“Ah… There’s the cabin… We shall have a great feast tonight…” “But if the zombies come?” “Then, we will just take our fair share of the kill…” The two monsters stalked in the grass, and broke in through the window. “No way! We’re 19! Get out, man!” “Yeah, you’re, like, eating our private time…” “So what? We’re not watching pornography, or even getting that action. We’re here for a different reason…” Grins shown, they were unnatural… too eerie to call them freaks. Their eyes glinted with blood lust. The students knew it was all over for them.
The largest boy who had earlier lashed out at them in defiance, who was much bigger and heavier than the two monsters put together, was brought down by the ruby-eyed man, his whole muscular throat crushed by his jaws which bit down on it with more force than what crocodilians use to trap their prey, and ripped out. Blood spewed out like a volcanic eruption, and the whole chunk of flesh was swallowed, after razors chewed on them. “We’ll have him afterwards. But, who’s next?” “Her… The dumb woman of 19... Another believer of Paul…” With that, her throat was separated from her head and body when two clawed hands reached out for it. The topaz-eyed man finished the neck. “We’re having a grand feast… Great…”
Just as the two predators of nature were about to kill the third victim, dead people stepped in. “YOU…” “Paul… What a… wonderful arrival. We’ll will just go… You can have the four students left…” Dragging the two corpses on their shoulders, the two left, for the old house on the hill.
Screams were heard, and all was silent, except for the crunch of bones and meat. Then, when dawn arrived, the thirteen went off, their bodies near the complete human structure… They will need more than the four to get them going.
Ian looked at the file, and thought about the murders, which had an uncanny resemblance. “The style of the murders are the same… Could it have been done by a serial killer, or one that’s a copycat?” Then, he remembered about the same creature attacks on the Pit bulls. They were murdered in a gruesome fashion too. Each of them possessed something that was similar to the recent victims. Their bodies were mutilated, and none of the other parts were found. He then remembered the forensics report.
“What if some old guy killed and let his dog eat it? Logical explanation, no?” His butt came off the seat, then, his long legs moved his body to the door. “Penelope, please tell that crazy woman Janet Parker to make a real crime, not a fake one just so she can see me, and persuade me to be her boyfriend.” “Yes, Sir.” He went back to his seat. Having a small communication device just to tell his secretary what to do is just plain too lazy, he commented, so they removed it from his office.
A block away, the small puppy emerged from the garbage can with it’s mother. The patrolling officer saw them, and carried them to the police headquarters, and they decided to put both diseased dogs to sleep. Strangely enough, Ian volunteered to send them to their deaths. Painfully.
Yelps were heard, then all was silent. Pounding, then some slashing, before Monstru walked out. Bloody hands, mutilated remains of dogs and a bloody chopper explain everything. “Throw them away. And pick up some good strong ones next time.” The rest stared at each other, looked green and walked away. One had to pick the decomposing parts later.
Ian reached out for the ball-point pen on his desk, and scribbled down some writing, before eating the piece of paper he had dirtied.
“Sir, Terrence Gerald had been murdered! It seems his heart had been ripped out, but we noticed cut marks too. “ Okay. Send Hunter to my car. We’ll do this case.” “Yes, sir.” Peter Long john left the room, with Ian locking the door behind him. “Hunter, let’s go and have a look at that body at the morgue, and maybe get some evidence at the graveyard.” “You know, Sir, I have this funny feeling about the graveyard, as if we’re going to meet there or something, to catch a murderer or even meet for a gay date!.” “As do I, Jack. And call me Ian or Dexter.” “Whatever you say, Ian.” “And I’m NOT gay.”
“Sir, David Olsen is on the case. You may take the day off.” “Right.” he sighed. “Come on. Let’s go.” Hunter was with him, but they went instead of home was to the old house on the hill, where the remains of the mutilated bodies had lain.
A Pit-bull puppy crawled out from under the matted sofa, and yelped. Soon, three other baby dogs joined it, along with their father. Their mother had been murdered by Monstru, and they thought of revenge then. The father pounced on Ian, but he was shaken off. “Murder me? No can do. I know what to do with you.” The growling beast stopped and whined when it saw Ian’s eyes. “No dog will get the better of me…” A chill of impending death replaced the warmth of love in the room, with Jack pulling apart a puppy, and three cowering in fear of the two monsters of nature.
The men stared hungrily at the dogs, grins so inhuman were lined with blood thirst, and some violent dreams in their eyes. “I love tearing puppies apart…” “Your kind almost killed me…” There was no glint of hope in the canines’ eyes, and whines of fear was heard. Then all was black after the father of three living puppies was ripped in half by the sinewy males. Razors were shown, lips curled, and the souls of the animals joined their father’s in the realm of angels above.
Blood was everywhere, and the dogs’ remains were packed into a bag, to be eaten at Ian’s place for dinner, and Jack was invited.
Little Sammy walked over to Dexter’s place because he smelled blood in air. “Yo, Dexter, whatcha eatin’?” The door opened, and a man with ruby liquid all over his mouth spoke to him, “Pit-bull.” “Oh…” Sammy walked away from the house , in fear of the blood thirsty dog hater.
Zombies roamed the perimeter, catching smaller animals like crafty squirrels and cats that reside at the graveyard. Their organs were stolen, and with each one dead, the twelve led by a thirteenth grew more flesh on their blacken earth-stained bones. “Come! We shall take one human with us tonight, and he shall be one of the innocent souls for the devil …” Under his breath, he muttered, “I will take care of one… my killer…” The undead’s eyes gleamed, a beam of evil shining in them as they set off for the forest nearby…
“Ah… There’s the cabin… We shall have a great feast tonight…” “But if the zombies come?” “Then, we will just take our fair share of the kill…” The two monsters stalked in the grass, and broke in through the window. “No way! We’re 19! Get out, man!” “Yeah, you’re, like, eating our private time…” “So what? We’re not watching pornography, or even getting that action. We’re here for a different reason…” Grins shown, they were unnatural… too eerie to call them freaks. Their eyes glinted with blood lust. The students knew it was all over for them.
The largest boy who had earlier lashed out at them in defiance, who was much bigger and heavier than the two monsters put together, was brought down by the ruby-eyed man, his whole muscular throat crushed by his jaws which bit down on it with more force than what crocodilians use to trap their prey, and ripped out. Blood spewed out like a volcanic eruption, and the whole chunk of flesh was swallowed, after razors chewed on them. “We’ll have him afterwards. But, who’s next?” “Her… The dumb woman of 19... Another believer of Paul…” With that, her throat was separated from her head and body when two clawed hands reached out for it. The topaz-eyed man finished the neck. “We’re having a grand feast… Great…”
Just as the two predators of nature were about to kill the third victim, dead people stepped in. “YOU…” “Paul… What a… wonderful arrival. We’ll will just go… You can have the four students left…” Dragging the two corpses on their shoulders, the two left, for the old house on the hill.
Screams were heard, and all was silent, except for the crunch of bones and meat. Then, when dawn arrived, the thirteen went off, their bodies near the complete human structure… They will need more than the four to get them going.
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