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The Last Case Chapter 7
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“Another missing report. For two people. Maria and Melissa Krill are missing.” Ian lifted himself off the cushioned seat. He sighed and dressed, he had gone home the night before. Jack was in the station already, but his outfit, it had a stain; but they knew both Ian and his partner ate extra rare meat, so he might have missed the spot when he cleaned it. They never suspected otherwise…
Patrick drained his cup of strong black caffeine that he so needed. George drank the same, doing as much work as the team was doing at the moment. Nothing.
“And you said he’s not the man-eating animal yet? Hmm?” The invisible falcon mocked. He changed back to his godly form, as the ruler of power. Father Time was talking to them as well. “Lord Fate. You really just follow his plan? God never thought of this.” The owl transformed, into a tribal man wearing a toga. “I have made a few changes here and there. According to the result the Devil and God had planned during their… animated talk. They pay me, with immortality, to make the world the way they want, an equal amount of evil and good. I’m just identifying the evil from the holy innocents.” The demon and angel gaped at the wise Indian. “We shall go and tell our leaders. Larry Wings will personally make sure this enchanting dark angel, his ex-lover, to shake him to his death.” The demon walked into the flames, and disappeared into the underworld. Larry went away, flying to the heavens above, his frown owing to Gerald’s sudden decision without consulting the angel. The rest flew away in their avian forms, to the greyer place of the world.
“Jack. I understand your loss. But at least your mother is laid in peace after those months of the tumour in her liver.” He was sobbing on his shoulder, arms wrapped in an embrace around Ian. Monstru had also hugged the crying man, and kissed his forehead as if he was his brother. Jack felt his cool lips again, and he accepted his love for him, the only friend he can ever have.
“Please… accompany me to my mother’s funeral…” Jack sounded like a helpless child. “Please…” “Okay, dear…” Straightening his black tie, Ian placed Jack in a seat near his own behind the desk. A smile quavered on his lips, then it disappeared as George dropped on the floor, laughing hysterically at the two hugging each other, just for warmth in the heart. Jack’s cheeks turned red, and he turned away. “Can I help you?” Ian inquired nonchalantly. “Yes. Anthony Lincoln is here to complain about Detective Evans.” “Show him in.”
The man walked in. “I’d like to place a complain on Detective Gerald Evans…” It went on for at least fifteen minutes. Anthony finally walked out, but a smile was painted on his face, one of genuine amusement, for he had heard the weeping of the man next to Monstru, who was overwhelmed by grief.
Monstru held Hunter in his arms again. “Calm down… It’s alright… At least you know her life is at rest after that three months, relax… here’s a tissue. Cover your face and I’ll help you to the bathroom. Wash your face, dear…” They walked out slowly, small steps at a time. The staff sniggered as the two men walked by, one holding the crying man and scowling at the giggling people. “Ian… I feel so bad, I haven’t done enough for her, I should have screamed at the lazy asses to at least perform the surgery. She didn’t deserve this, and yet they get their fat pay. It isn’t fair!” he whined, voicing out his seething rage against the doctors who refused to do the surgery, they had said he should let go of the old woman. “You’re insane. That woman doesn’t need life-saving, the tumour isn’t cancerous. She’ll die anyway.” they had given up all hope on her.
“I don’t just want her back… I want revenge… REVENGE!” His eyes were both filled with grief and rage. His teeth were in a snarl. “I know how you feel, some murderer killed my foster family, just a year ago. It’s sick, he had actually shot them at the family reunion. I nailed him, and I wanted to kill the bastard who pumped lead into their innocent bodies. They actually loved me, not my blood family, who loathed me so… that idiot was hanged, but I wanted to rip him to pieces. It’s alright… you’ll get over it, just like I quite did…” A tear rolled down his gaunt face. Both wanted the people who really loved them back, not away from their grasp. The fury was building up in them, grief holding them as tight. Hugging each other for love, both their left shoulders were wet after they got out. Apparently, Jack had shades too. Monstru gave him a pair just like his own. He’d always carried an extra one every day.
The rest stared at them with unspoken sympathy; they had eavesdropped on them, and now knew what was going on. “What-” Ian cleared his throat, “What? Get back to work.” All turned back to face each other, the silence broken by a ring of the phone. “How may I help you?” Penelope Stewards spoke into the receiver. The room once again burst into the bustling place it was before the two had stepped out of the Gents.
Patrick followed them unnoticed, just placing his ear at the door. “I have never met a friend like you before, Ian…” The other voice replied, “Same here, my dear…” He backed away, and chuckled. His brother might be gay. Or that he’s out of his mind again.
“Revenge kill tonight, Doctor Johnson shall be murdered tonight, and his patient will be too…” The other demon’s eyes glowed. “How about using his hands to control poison-filled syringes, and blame him on her death, yet he’s dead, and some of his remains are next to her, with a machete to help?” “His nurse will be dead then. We have at least two more people…” “Good. That’s the plan for tonight.” Suddenly, the ruby eyed one twitched, then looked at his desk.
Jack looked at Ian with sympathy. He had been abused by his own family, adopted, and death was surrounding Ian in the recent days. His foster family that loved him was murdered by a mad man, his girlfriend of seven years, the love of his life, was gone, and he had only one friend-Hunter. He may enjoy looking at gore, but his life, it had been cruel to him in every way. It was not a wonder why he was not a Christian, never kind to the religion, though kind to the people who served the Lord, and respected all other ones. He was never recognised as a talented person when he was young, he had always given the credit to his peers, but all his teachers found out one day, and gave him the score he deserved, not his lazy classmates. He was picked on, bullied, and even left behind because he was paler than the rest, as a European in Manhattan, his marks perfect, behaviour extraordinary, his dress code was in check, but he had one big flaw- he was way too quiet, and if he did make any sound, it was a “Sorry” for his sneeze, burp, or cough.
He was the oldest between his siblings, but he never complained, no matter how much trouble his foster brothers and sisters made for him to clean up. He was a perfect child, only too quiet, never spewing out his complains. The only time he got into major trouble was when he used a razor knife to stab a bully because he had hurt him too much. Everyone feared him after that incident, because that was his first attack, both in defence and revenge. He got into jail seven weeks after that day, but he behaved very well, and since he never would do more of this in his sane self, they let him go, on condition he never go near a weapon again.
Things went well, he graduated from university, and moved on to the police force. They let him near weaponry, but the incident was long forgotten, he was perfect for the job, and an accident placed him in the hospital for a year and a month, before returning to the force. He was better in his skills, however, and slowly, he progressed to the very man Jack could see that day.
Hunter was talented, he had a past quite an opposite, except for the accident that happened to him and how he had slowly climbed up the ladder to the position he held. They were eerily similar in ways, but none had noticed. How both were like twins.
Evening fell, but none were busy at work. The two were going tonight, to comfort the one whose mother had just passed away, and he was still crying as they went out.
The two monsters, scowling, stared as the hospital slowly became deserted, with only a doctor and a few nurses remaining. Doctor Johnson was attacked directly in front of poor Mrs Appleby, but using his dead hand, they slid a syringe filled with poison into her, killing her before she could make a noise. The doctor was badly savaged, but when a nurse came in to check on the patient in the private ward, she gasped as she saw carnivorous feasting, and the buxom woman tried to run. The two rubies searched for her, and saw her round the corner. Chasing after the lady, he licked the blood off his face. He pushed a hand on her mouth, and dragged her into the room, where her throat was slit. “This victim isn’t intended, but she will do good as a decoy. It’ll lead them idiots off us. Clean the syringe and use her hand. Good thing you made sure the security guard wasn’t looking, you shut off the cameras and other stuff, and killed him with the other bottle of poison and syringe. Smart.” The topaz-eyed man smiled, accepting the compliment.
“We have covered our tracks. Leave the rotting corpse here.”
Patrick drained his cup of strong black caffeine that he so needed. George drank the same, doing as much work as the team was doing at the moment. Nothing.
“And you said he’s not the man-eating animal yet? Hmm?” The invisible falcon mocked. He changed back to his godly form, as the ruler of power. Father Time was talking to them as well. “Lord Fate. You really just follow his plan? God never thought of this.” The owl transformed, into a tribal man wearing a toga. “I have made a few changes here and there. According to the result the Devil and God had planned during their… animated talk. They pay me, with immortality, to make the world the way they want, an equal amount of evil and good. I’m just identifying the evil from the holy innocents.” The demon and angel gaped at the wise Indian. “We shall go and tell our leaders. Larry Wings will personally make sure this enchanting dark angel, his ex-lover, to shake him to his death.” The demon walked into the flames, and disappeared into the underworld. Larry went away, flying to the heavens above, his frown owing to Gerald’s sudden decision without consulting the angel. The rest flew away in their avian forms, to the greyer place of the world.
“Jack. I understand your loss. But at least your mother is laid in peace after those months of the tumour in her liver.” He was sobbing on his shoulder, arms wrapped in an embrace around Ian. Monstru had also hugged the crying man, and kissed his forehead as if he was his brother. Jack felt his cool lips again, and he accepted his love for him, the only friend he can ever have.
“Please… accompany me to my mother’s funeral…” Jack sounded like a helpless child. “Please…” “Okay, dear…” Straightening his black tie, Ian placed Jack in a seat near his own behind the desk. A smile quavered on his lips, then it disappeared as George dropped on the floor, laughing hysterically at the two hugging each other, just for warmth in the heart. Jack’s cheeks turned red, and he turned away. “Can I help you?” Ian inquired nonchalantly. “Yes. Anthony Lincoln is here to complain about Detective Evans.” “Show him in.”
The man walked in. “I’d like to place a complain on Detective Gerald Evans…” It went on for at least fifteen minutes. Anthony finally walked out, but a smile was painted on his face, one of genuine amusement, for he had heard the weeping of the man next to Monstru, who was overwhelmed by grief.
Monstru held Hunter in his arms again. “Calm down… It’s alright… At least you know her life is at rest after that three months, relax… here’s a tissue. Cover your face and I’ll help you to the bathroom. Wash your face, dear…” They walked out slowly, small steps at a time. The staff sniggered as the two men walked by, one holding the crying man and scowling at the giggling people. “Ian… I feel so bad, I haven’t done enough for her, I should have screamed at the lazy asses to at least perform the surgery. She didn’t deserve this, and yet they get their fat pay. It isn’t fair!” he whined, voicing out his seething rage against the doctors who refused to do the surgery, they had said he should let go of the old woman. “You’re insane. That woman doesn’t need life-saving, the tumour isn’t cancerous. She’ll die anyway.” they had given up all hope on her.
“I don’t just want her back… I want revenge… REVENGE!” His eyes were both filled with grief and rage. His teeth were in a snarl. “I know how you feel, some murderer killed my foster family, just a year ago. It’s sick, he had actually shot them at the family reunion. I nailed him, and I wanted to kill the bastard who pumped lead into their innocent bodies. They actually loved me, not my blood family, who loathed me so… that idiot was hanged, but I wanted to rip him to pieces. It’s alright… you’ll get over it, just like I quite did…” A tear rolled down his gaunt face. Both wanted the people who really loved them back, not away from their grasp. The fury was building up in them, grief holding them as tight. Hugging each other for love, both their left shoulders were wet after they got out. Apparently, Jack had shades too. Monstru gave him a pair just like his own. He’d always carried an extra one every day.
The rest stared at them with unspoken sympathy; they had eavesdropped on them, and now knew what was going on. “What-” Ian cleared his throat, “What? Get back to work.” All turned back to face each other, the silence broken by a ring of the phone. “How may I help you?” Penelope Stewards spoke into the receiver. The room once again burst into the bustling place it was before the two had stepped out of the Gents.
Patrick followed them unnoticed, just placing his ear at the door. “I have never met a friend like you before, Ian…” The other voice replied, “Same here, my dear…” He backed away, and chuckled. His brother might be gay. Or that he’s out of his mind again.
“Revenge kill tonight, Doctor Johnson shall be murdered tonight, and his patient will be too…” The other demon’s eyes glowed. “How about using his hands to control poison-filled syringes, and blame him on her death, yet he’s dead, and some of his remains are next to her, with a machete to help?” “His nurse will be dead then. We have at least two more people…” “Good. That’s the plan for tonight.” Suddenly, the ruby eyed one twitched, then looked at his desk.
Jack looked at Ian with sympathy. He had been abused by his own family, adopted, and death was surrounding Ian in the recent days. His foster family that loved him was murdered by a mad man, his girlfriend of seven years, the love of his life, was gone, and he had only one friend-Hunter. He may enjoy looking at gore, but his life, it had been cruel to him in every way. It was not a wonder why he was not a Christian, never kind to the religion, though kind to the people who served the Lord, and respected all other ones. He was never recognised as a talented person when he was young, he had always given the credit to his peers, but all his teachers found out one day, and gave him the score he deserved, not his lazy classmates. He was picked on, bullied, and even left behind because he was paler than the rest, as a European in Manhattan, his marks perfect, behaviour extraordinary, his dress code was in check, but he had one big flaw- he was way too quiet, and if he did make any sound, it was a “Sorry” for his sneeze, burp, or cough.
He was the oldest between his siblings, but he never complained, no matter how much trouble his foster brothers and sisters made for him to clean up. He was a perfect child, only too quiet, never spewing out his complains. The only time he got into major trouble was when he used a razor knife to stab a bully because he had hurt him too much. Everyone feared him after that incident, because that was his first attack, both in defence and revenge. He got into jail seven weeks after that day, but he behaved very well, and since he never would do more of this in his sane self, they let him go, on condition he never go near a weapon again.
Things went well, he graduated from university, and moved on to the police force. They let him near weaponry, but the incident was long forgotten, he was perfect for the job, and an accident placed him in the hospital for a year and a month, before returning to the force. He was better in his skills, however, and slowly, he progressed to the very man Jack could see that day.
Hunter was talented, he had a past quite an opposite, except for the accident that happened to him and how he had slowly climbed up the ladder to the position he held. They were eerily similar in ways, but none had noticed. How both were like twins.
Evening fell, but none were busy at work. The two were going tonight, to comfort the one whose mother had just passed away, and he was still crying as they went out.
The two monsters, scowling, stared as the hospital slowly became deserted, with only a doctor and a few nurses remaining. Doctor Johnson was attacked directly in front of poor Mrs Appleby, but using his dead hand, they slid a syringe filled with poison into her, killing her before she could make a noise. The doctor was badly savaged, but when a nurse came in to check on the patient in the private ward, she gasped as she saw carnivorous feasting, and the buxom woman tried to run. The two rubies searched for her, and saw her round the corner. Chasing after the lady, he licked the blood off his face. He pushed a hand on her mouth, and dragged her into the room, where her throat was slit. “This victim isn’t intended, but she will do good as a decoy. It’ll lead them idiots off us. Clean the syringe and use her hand. Good thing you made sure the security guard wasn’t looking, you shut off the cameras and other stuff, and killed him with the other bottle of poison and syringe. Smart.” The topaz-eyed man smiled, accepting the compliment.
“We have covered our tracks. Leave the rotting corpse here.”
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