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The Last Case Chapter 10
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Patrick woke to find an aroma wafting into the room. The roast turkey was still open. Mother was preparing a pro-independence day breakfast, he thought. Instead, when he got to the kitchen, he saw something else. A buffet was spread on the table, all with one single note to show who had done it. “Ian Dexter Monstru at your service.” He was wearing his apron, all quite bloodied, but the cooked meat on the plates were certainly inviting. “Eat up. I’ll take the note back. tell mum it was you who had made this.” He handed him a paper rose, and a sewn up teddy bear. “And tell her the meal’s for everyone from you.” With that, he left in his sleek car outside, to his own apartment.
Jack munched on a piece of raw animal flesh. “Ian. Penny for your thoughts?” “Nothing. Just how Mum and Dad will fall for my dinner I made, which was breakfast ‘done’ by Patrick. I never get any recognition in my family…” Hunter licked off the drip of blood from the raw meat he was chewing on. “This is delicious… Did you go to the butcher’s for the mystery meat?” “No… I don’t recall buying anything raw.” “I bought that, jerk.” Ian turned to see his female sibling, Helga Monstru.
“How are you, sister?” “Fine, thanks. Who’s he?” “My assistant and best friend, Jack Hunter.” Sheepishly, Hunter waved his bloody hand. “Hullo to you too, Hunter!” With that, she left the apartment.
“You didn’t tell me she was here to visit!” “I didn’t know either. Oh well. At least she’s done my grocery shopping.” His lips were curling again.
Owen was lying in a foetal position in his cell. It cannot be… It cannot be… IT CANNOT BE! His mind was in a twirl, whatever happened to the prisoner’s guard still disturbed him greatly. He was sucking his thumb, trying to look as small as possible. Shaken. Blood-stained. He was strangling himself inside; refusing to believe who the monsters were. Then, a gasp was heard, and the distorted sound of a walkie-talkie was heard, with the voice of Ian raging throughout the cells. The monster was getting even more daring…
The internal organs were gone, only a spine left there to show the killer’s mark. “I need it examined. The globs of saliva to be determined what kind of DNA this sick psycho has on him. Track down the most possible candidates afterward.” Turning around, he stared at his cousin, who was cringing in a corner, from him, it seemed. Nonetheless, Monstru went to see to his mini-business he ran with his sister.
The forensics department traced down the exact DNA profile: Unknown. A big mix. Human’s, wolf’s, lion’s, crocodile’s, cat’s, snake’s, dolphin’s, a lion’s, a shark’s and even from a strange animal they have never come across before. One that had never been discovered. “Monstru will never believe this.” “You think of me as a fool. I studied basic forensics once.” They looked at each other nervously. How did he enter without a sound? He sighed. “Oh well. At least you have one suspect so far.” His brown eyes glinted, but the jade ends were not dancing like they usually do. They were flat, almost bored and angry… none of which were seen under his glasses.
His hand, which was in a clawing position, swiped at the intruder behind them. The cockroach was dead. “Impossible. You can call the place clean even with a nest of insects living in one of the corpses in the morgue?” He squashed the squirming bug in between his fingers. Pushing the unpleasant sight of brown into a bag filled with other rubbish and a dead body, he tied the black plastic container up before throwing it outside and washing his hands. “Disappointing. I thought that you guys are better at sensing vermin around you.” The door slammed, and a dead moth was jammed in the door. The team looked at one another before leaving the place for the cleaners.
The gods once again meet up, but even fate was frowning a disappointed smile. “God. Why did you allow the devil to produce sons that can create spirits of the dark hunger so explicitly celebrated by the Nether Realms?” The other two were awaiting the verdict. “Because, he is my assistant. I gave him half my powers, but he betrayed my trust, but after the flood, Cain arrived with a sealed envelope. It was the very contract of Good and Evil…” His voice trailed off, as if remembering something. “O Wise one, I respect your decision, but half your powers is absurd, isn’t it?” “I realize now… but these events were meant to be. He was my very first creation, for company. We only work together because of that contract, nothing more.” Power’s jaw dropped, but no words came out. His feet dragged him away, towards his own crystal palace just below. He now understood. The Lord had made a few mistakes in the beginning, and the flood was to clear away the dirty work, leaving only the pure behind to live- Noah, his family and the animals.
The god was puzzled. “Why half? I am his other creation, Power, and he gave me only a percentage of his mighty wrath. Isn’t it unfair? Half good and half evil?” Father Time shook his head, knowing the god who craved for the energy and deflated egos would never believe the real answer. Fate was still staring blankly at the two others, meditating, yet controlling the number of life in and out. The Grim Reaper, and the New Year Baby were waiting for Fate and his brother, Time, to give them the order of opening the portals of Death and Life. God was still creating the souls in his work station.
Ian watched as the rest cleaned up the messy cell. “I want a full report, if the security cameras have been on last night…” The person behind was shaking, but he turned on the television, to see the tapes of last night’s jail surveillance. Monstru’s rage was spine-chilling, when there was no footage on how the cells were cleaned. “You were watching these tapes last night. What does it tell you? Nothing! Slackers ought to be punished… Detective Inspector Jun An will assist you tomorrow night.”
Ian was fuming. Why is everyone slacking on this case? The city needs to find the killer, and fast! The thoughts were racing, but none were telling him exactly what to do. His teeth were clenched as tightly as his balled-up hand, face in the direction of his desk, his flat left palm on his forehead, the fisted other on the surface of cold wood. Deeply troubled over this, he lain back in his chair. Hunter came in after knocking, but his face was just as expressionless as Monstru’s. “Sir…” His face lit up. “We have found a trace from the saliva!” From his annoyed position, Ian sat bolt upright. “What is it?” “The blood source is O positive, and from the break-in, the man must know how the jail looks like, inside-out. Either from the force, or some ex-offender. Our theory is our homicide guy we released three years ago, you know, the one who always kept the spirit of hope in the cells, Mr Trevor Bolton?” “Oh. That guy? He couldn’t harm a fly. He’s innocent, the goddamned lawyers got him in jail because he is accused. They are the ones who interfere with how we control this city from murderers they got off. Only a small handful get the guilty in jail, or clear the names of people who deserve it. Never mind that. What else?”
“And we’ve traced his blood type. Match. On the other hand, there are about slightly more than twenty suspects, you and I included.” The Chief Detective smiled. Perhaps the killer has this to contend with…
Jack munched on a piece of raw animal flesh. “Ian. Penny for your thoughts?” “Nothing. Just how Mum and Dad will fall for my dinner I made, which was breakfast ‘done’ by Patrick. I never get any recognition in my family…” Hunter licked off the drip of blood from the raw meat he was chewing on. “This is delicious… Did you go to the butcher’s for the mystery meat?” “No… I don’t recall buying anything raw.” “I bought that, jerk.” Ian turned to see his female sibling, Helga Monstru.
“How are you, sister?” “Fine, thanks. Who’s he?” “My assistant and best friend, Jack Hunter.” Sheepishly, Hunter waved his bloody hand. “Hullo to you too, Hunter!” With that, she left the apartment.
“You didn’t tell me she was here to visit!” “I didn’t know either. Oh well. At least she’s done my grocery shopping.” His lips were curling again.
Owen was lying in a foetal position in his cell. It cannot be… It cannot be… IT CANNOT BE! His mind was in a twirl, whatever happened to the prisoner’s guard still disturbed him greatly. He was sucking his thumb, trying to look as small as possible. Shaken. Blood-stained. He was strangling himself inside; refusing to believe who the monsters were. Then, a gasp was heard, and the distorted sound of a walkie-talkie was heard, with the voice of Ian raging throughout the cells. The monster was getting even more daring…
The internal organs were gone, only a spine left there to show the killer’s mark. “I need it examined. The globs of saliva to be determined what kind of DNA this sick psycho has on him. Track down the most possible candidates afterward.” Turning around, he stared at his cousin, who was cringing in a corner, from him, it seemed. Nonetheless, Monstru went to see to his mini-business he ran with his sister.
The forensics department traced down the exact DNA profile: Unknown. A big mix. Human’s, wolf’s, lion’s, crocodile’s, cat’s, snake’s, dolphin’s, a lion’s, a shark’s and even from a strange animal they have never come across before. One that had never been discovered. “Monstru will never believe this.” “You think of me as a fool. I studied basic forensics once.” They looked at each other nervously. How did he enter without a sound? He sighed. “Oh well. At least you have one suspect so far.” His brown eyes glinted, but the jade ends were not dancing like they usually do. They were flat, almost bored and angry… none of which were seen under his glasses.
His hand, which was in a clawing position, swiped at the intruder behind them. The cockroach was dead. “Impossible. You can call the place clean even with a nest of insects living in one of the corpses in the morgue?” He squashed the squirming bug in between his fingers. Pushing the unpleasant sight of brown into a bag filled with other rubbish and a dead body, he tied the black plastic container up before throwing it outside and washing his hands. “Disappointing. I thought that you guys are better at sensing vermin around you.” The door slammed, and a dead moth was jammed in the door. The team looked at one another before leaving the place for the cleaners.
The gods once again meet up, but even fate was frowning a disappointed smile. “God. Why did you allow the devil to produce sons that can create spirits of the dark hunger so explicitly celebrated by the Nether Realms?” The other two were awaiting the verdict. “Because, he is my assistant. I gave him half my powers, but he betrayed my trust, but after the flood, Cain arrived with a sealed envelope. It was the very contract of Good and Evil…” His voice trailed off, as if remembering something. “O Wise one, I respect your decision, but half your powers is absurd, isn’t it?” “I realize now… but these events were meant to be. He was my very first creation, for company. We only work together because of that contract, nothing more.” Power’s jaw dropped, but no words came out. His feet dragged him away, towards his own crystal palace just below. He now understood. The Lord had made a few mistakes in the beginning, and the flood was to clear away the dirty work, leaving only the pure behind to live- Noah, his family and the animals.
The god was puzzled. “Why half? I am his other creation, Power, and he gave me only a percentage of his mighty wrath. Isn’t it unfair? Half good and half evil?” Father Time shook his head, knowing the god who craved for the energy and deflated egos would never believe the real answer. Fate was still staring blankly at the two others, meditating, yet controlling the number of life in and out. The Grim Reaper, and the New Year Baby were waiting for Fate and his brother, Time, to give them the order of opening the portals of Death and Life. God was still creating the souls in his work station.
Ian watched as the rest cleaned up the messy cell. “I want a full report, if the security cameras have been on last night…” The person behind was shaking, but he turned on the television, to see the tapes of last night’s jail surveillance. Monstru’s rage was spine-chilling, when there was no footage on how the cells were cleaned. “You were watching these tapes last night. What does it tell you? Nothing! Slackers ought to be punished… Detective Inspector Jun An will assist you tomorrow night.”
Ian was fuming. Why is everyone slacking on this case? The city needs to find the killer, and fast! The thoughts were racing, but none were telling him exactly what to do. His teeth were clenched as tightly as his balled-up hand, face in the direction of his desk, his flat left palm on his forehead, the fisted other on the surface of cold wood. Deeply troubled over this, he lain back in his chair. Hunter came in after knocking, but his face was just as expressionless as Monstru’s. “Sir…” His face lit up. “We have found a trace from the saliva!” From his annoyed position, Ian sat bolt upright. “What is it?” “The blood source is O positive, and from the break-in, the man must know how the jail looks like, inside-out. Either from the force, or some ex-offender. Our theory is our homicide guy we released three years ago, you know, the one who always kept the spirit of hope in the cells, Mr Trevor Bolton?” “Oh. That guy? He couldn’t harm a fly. He’s innocent, the goddamned lawyers got him in jail because he is accused. They are the ones who interfere with how we control this city from murderers they got off. Only a small handful get the guilty in jail, or clear the names of people who deserve it. Never mind that. What else?”
“And we’ve traced his blood type. Match. On the other hand, there are about slightly more than twenty suspects, you and I included.” The Chief Detective smiled. Perhaps the killer has this to contend with…
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