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The Last Case Chapter 9
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The policemen were surprised, but happy, for Ian only wore grey on special occasions, so when he had came out to greet them formally, smiles were on their lips. ‘Sorry, I’m going to a party later. We’re all going. Today’s the fourth of July!” The rest smiled with relief. Patrick was in a suit, pressed and neat, his tie an American flag replica. His shirt was a powder blue, but his suit was navy. Everyone except the Chief Detective was wearing a hat.
Hunter took a piece of paper, and scribbled ‘Have grudges against no one’. He did it several times on it, before writing another: ‘Ian is my brother’. It was everywhere, in different sizes, but all in the same handwriting. Jack’s.
Monstru walked in noticing the messy inked-over paper on his desk. “Jack. I wish I could be as sweet as you…” His cheeks and curling lips betrayed both the embarrassment and love Ian felt for Jack, not as a gay boy, but as a true half brother.
“You said he won’t turn into a monster. Look at him. He’s evil, feeling no love for anyone except the children and that other guy. And he slaughters his brethren for food and revenge. What do you make of that?” Power demanded with an aura of cold and command in his voice. Fate calmly rested on the branch of the tree outside, watching the same monster as Father Time and Power. “He’s got some kind of influence with that man. What is it?” “The same demon gave birth to the both of their bloodthirsty spirits. They are nothing but evil souls, their relationship as brothers because of their father’s ritual for humans who eat their other heaven-born occupants.” Gerald Horns was sitting in a stolen nest above them with Larry Wings. “That is true. God and Satan had made a deal for a world filled with both good and evil. Only a small percentage was hell-born, most are destined to be wandering spirits, or angels. A dark angel is one that will bring together both forces to make a harmony before the evil reigns and the population is gone.
“One percent of heaven angels are these. They are the pure yet tainted. Very rarely are they consulted.” “My sons are doing very well, aren’t they?” All turned to see a bat. A bird is too holy to be used by the devil’s sixth son, Draco, and he was lying in an upside-down manner. “What’s wrong? I can’t send more than enough evil into the world? I sent the Pit-bull, his pet dog, and I see he still loves it. Don’t you see? I want the best for my son, just like any other parent.” A smug statement. Typical of the Devil’s son. Larry had flown off, but his words pained him deeply. The demon was doing more than he was supposed to. Will this be the end of the contract of good and evil? Only Father Time can see into the very future, and with New Year Baby and the Grim reaper leaving, Power flew off, to his palace in the skies. Fate disappeared into thin air, eyes reflecting the wisdom he had that comes with age…
The two looked out the window, staring at the few birds that disappeared. The bat had remained. “Dad… Brother, DAD!” The other one stared out the window. “Father, where have you been for so long?” The winged mammal mouthed something, then dived into the hell flames that called out for him. “Looks like that bitch Felix, “The Psychic Dark Angel” did do something wrong. The two was supposed to be dead, but that doctor, he knew, and let the demoralised soul that was instilled there live. We’ve seen the same one.” “Ours were tortured. That slut did them a favour. For two souls. For happiness, after they had saved her life, and we did her something before, but what was it?” “We saved her from Hell, and our father gave us that dog. Remember? It was on our twenty-sixth birthday. That was nearly thirty years ago. We’re eternal, unless the creator destroys us by using the poison…” He shuddered, as if recalling an eerie incident. “Our sister was killed by the exposure to light, the vampire couldn’t take it. You have been given an amnesia potion before you got out, haven’t you?” The lesser demon was smiling sheepishly. “I guess so…” Both laughed and got back to work.
Monstru was stealing quick glances at his Detectives who were on the biggest case of the decade. They were all celebrating their nation’s day of independence. Monstru didn’t really like that day, but he respected it all the same. He was from the United Kingdom, after all. “Come on. There’s isn’t anything to do. Kill that Pit-bull. It looks delicious…” He licked his lips. “No! NO! NOOOO!” Ian grabbed at his hair, pulling some strands of it off. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!” An evil chuckle out of nowhere filled the room, but it was strangely comforting to the man. Jack was chewing on the parcel of mystery meat he had bought from the butcher. The phone rang, indicating that Owen wanted to talk to Ian again.
“Owen? Something wrong? You look disoriented.” “The prison guards had spotted a man-like beast, and it murdered the innocent friends that walked on the pavement outside. I saw it Ian. Even some of the damn blood flew on me. Yesterday. It’s for real!” Monstru looked alarmed. “Send for a patrol. Carry a gun.” He spoke into the walkie-talkie harshly. “Thank you, cousin. I’ve sent a patrol if it makes you more comfortable. I can see the blood. You’re not lying. I know you aren’t.” Something screamed in him. “INNOCENT BLOOD! IT WILL BE DELICIOUS!” “WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH ME?!” Ian was on his knees, exclaiming the same sentence over and over again. His eyes were hardening, jaspers under the shades gleaming with the unnatural thirst for blood of animals… The golden ores were staring at the sweating security guard. Undetected under his new pair of tinted glasses from Ian…
"The blood of the pure… isn’t it best dished with flesh that commit the deeds of the owner?” The lesser cannibal breezily inquired. “It is… Perhaps a child or two tonight, eh?” The greater one smiled. “That would be nice, brother.” “Or how about the rookie Detective that just joined us? He is a freaking nuisance, he is…” “Not yet. Only after he destroyed our names. Until then, we will leave our co-workers alone. Ah… How about the patrol officer? He looks beefy enough…” His younger brother was smiling.
The prisoner watched in fear as the monsters maimed the prison patrol officer and cell watcher. No one else saw it. Miller thought he’d gone crazy already. “NOOOOO!” “Leave him be. He’s had enough terror for today.” Both corpses were dragged on the shoulder by the two evils.
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