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The Last Case Chapter 15
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The mayor got an urgent call from the station. “Louise Geraldine has been reported missing, his pancreas are in your office. We have conformed it, he’s a murder victim, but we haven’t found any other trace of this cannibal. It’s insane!”
Then, another call sounded. “A robbery at the park. Both are armed.” “Usually…” “Never mind about his orders. Send out the best we have.” “Monstru is the best.” “Okay… the second best.” “Hunter’s…” “The best men still on the force and not on suspension!” Then, none moved, except for the skinny quiet guy who carried a sniper’s arsenal. “Monstru’s best spy at your service…” “No. I’ll do it. I’ve worked alongside him before. I know how to get the job done.” “Good. Go. And come back with those two heads on my table!” “We can’t have them dead! They’re just going to be arrested!” “I’m your boss now. So, do what I say!” “No need for that anymore.” The familiar voice echoed in the silent room.
Pauline came in to tell the mayor about the apprehending of the two criminals, but what she saw instantly told her he knew. “Monstru. You are on suspension. What of it do you not understand?” “The part where you suspend me and do a crappy job for me.” “It’s not crappy!” “Yes, you are crappy in police work.” Patrick, for once, stood up for his brother. “Thank you. Now, I presume my suspension is over?” “No, it’s not. Go back to your house with your gay friend Hunter!” “HE IS NOT GAY!” “Oh. And your late family? Thank god my application for you to get out of that poorly decorated dump!” “It was a nice home!” “And you… My god. You look like some sort of skeleton with some blood running in the flesh still attached to itself.” “You’re pushing it…” “Your girlfriend? My, my, you have poor taste. Even our own Janet Parker can tell that…”
Unable to take more of his insults, Ian pounced on the obese man from three metres away. “Come back here, you little bastard!” “You insulting yourself? After all, your parents married before giving birth to your good-for-nothing brother…” Patrick was used to insults, and ignored it. The mayor was still running. He ran out into the streets, into the woods, with his two bodyguards and Ian on his tail. “What just happen?” Jack came in, looking for his mentor. George explained, and waited for Hunter’s reply. “Follow them, Monstru can kill when he’s angry…” Trouble was brewing…
“I told you before… He is our ultimate creation… If we can claim enough lives from him, he is fit to torture the demons slacking around here…” Draco told his old man. “Enough! We had settled with God before… If we can get at least a hundred lives from just one demonic creation in the form of a human, we will have another innocent angel to burn in hell without committing a sin . We haven’t hit the jackpot yet, the only ones down here are those that are way too tainted to be pure.” “Dark angels, mostly. Once they have finished their duty, they die!” His mother had come. Madeira, Satan’s wife, held a half-eaten soul in her hands. “We have one that have some innocent blood on it.” “Looks like our grandsons are doing fine… But what of the purple-clad Dark Angel? Only they have the power to convert demons into angels. What if she convinces them to be?”
Monstru had caught up with the car in two minutes. “You coward! Come out and fight like a man!” He got a response: “Go away! Your suspension is over, whatever!” Monstru stopped in his track, his anger all subsided. “Thank you mayor. An please buy a better suit that looks expensive, not cheap!”
He passed a building, and looked in. A woman was boiling something for her little girl. The five-year-old was sobbing, and clearly, she was asking where her doll was. She reminded him of one of his foster sisters, Lillian. He saw a misshapen toy on the ground, her mother must have thrown it out.
“Excuse me, Ma’m, is this your child’s doll?” “Shh… Her father had thrown this out three days ago. She’s really upset…” “Hey, Dexter!” Little Sammy came out, and held a book, labelled ‘Mathematics 2A’. “Papa ain’t back yet… Gretel’s still looking for her doll… Hey, is that it?” The Native-American kid took it from him and gave it to his sibling. “Thanks, uh… Dexter?” “You’re welcome. And of course, I’m not the Grim Reaper. I’m a living, breathing-” His cell phone rang. “Excuse me.” He walked a distance away, and answered. “Sir. Ingrid Ashley‘s requesting your presence.” “Her? Tell her to bug off.” “She won‘t sir. She said she isn‘t leaving until she gets the juicy truth about the suspension from you, besides the mayor’s testimonial.” He sighed and said, “Just tell her I’d be there in an hour…” “Sammy, when’s your sister’s birthday?” “Our birthday today…” “Good. I won’t have to worry about two different birthdays then.” He left, running with the speed of light. “Who was he?” “He’s the Chief, sister.” Even their mother gaped at the young boy.
H returned shortly with two bags. “Some clothes for you guys. And a doll for Gretel.” He looked like the good twin of Death. But at that moment, Nelson Ranger appeared at the doorstep, staring straight in the face of Ian who turned around to leave. “So, my son’s your friend, eh?” It was a hostile tone. “Yes, sir.” “Why, you were telling the truth, my boy! Pleased to meet you, Monstru. My son wants to be just like you, solving those crimes in double-quick time!” He smiled. At least one kid admired his work.
Evening fell, and the sky turned purple-blue, indicating a shower’s arrival. “Dinner time. Patrick, you can go and cook something for our dear mother. Oh and tell Helga I said she should buy a new handbag. Her snakeskin one’s wearing out.” “Aye, Ian. Could you do me a favour? Please go and fish more for Ashley’s restaurant. Those were delicious, but the teeth marks put some off. Just catch with hands, thanks.” “Okay.” He was smiling again. Was there something funny that made him giggle madly afterwards? Or was he simply mad?
Then, another call sounded. “A robbery at the park. Both are armed.” “Usually…” “Never mind about his orders. Send out the best we have.” “Monstru is the best.” “Okay… the second best.” “Hunter’s…” “The best men still on the force and not on suspension!” Then, none moved, except for the skinny quiet guy who carried a sniper’s arsenal. “Monstru’s best spy at your service…” “No. I’ll do it. I’ve worked alongside him before. I know how to get the job done.” “Good. Go. And come back with those two heads on my table!” “We can’t have them dead! They’re just going to be arrested!” “I’m your boss now. So, do what I say!” “No need for that anymore.” The familiar voice echoed in the silent room.
Pauline came in to tell the mayor about the apprehending of the two criminals, but what she saw instantly told her he knew. “Monstru. You are on suspension. What of it do you not understand?” “The part where you suspend me and do a crappy job for me.” “It’s not crappy!” “Yes, you are crappy in police work.” Patrick, for once, stood up for his brother. “Thank you. Now, I presume my suspension is over?” “No, it’s not. Go back to your house with your gay friend Hunter!” “HE IS NOT GAY!” “Oh. And your late family? Thank god my application for you to get out of that poorly decorated dump!” “It was a nice home!” “And you… My god. You look like some sort of skeleton with some blood running in the flesh still attached to itself.” “You’re pushing it…” “Your girlfriend? My, my, you have poor taste. Even our own Janet Parker can tell that…”
Unable to take more of his insults, Ian pounced on the obese man from three metres away. “Come back here, you little bastard!” “You insulting yourself? After all, your parents married before giving birth to your good-for-nothing brother…” Patrick was used to insults, and ignored it. The mayor was still running. He ran out into the streets, into the woods, with his two bodyguards and Ian on his tail. “What just happen?” Jack came in, looking for his mentor. George explained, and waited for Hunter’s reply. “Follow them, Monstru can kill when he’s angry…” Trouble was brewing…
“I told you before… He is our ultimate creation… If we can claim enough lives from him, he is fit to torture the demons slacking around here…” Draco told his old man. “Enough! We had settled with God before… If we can get at least a hundred lives from just one demonic creation in the form of a human, we will have another innocent angel to burn in hell without committing a sin . We haven’t hit the jackpot yet, the only ones down here are those that are way too tainted to be pure.” “Dark angels, mostly. Once they have finished their duty, they die!” His mother had come. Madeira, Satan’s wife, held a half-eaten soul in her hands. “We have one that have some innocent blood on it.” “Looks like our grandsons are doing fine… But what of the purple-clad Dark Angel? Only they have the power to convert demons into angels. What if she convinces them to be?”
Monstru had caught up with the car in two minutes. “You coward! Come out and fight like a man!” He got a response: “Go away! Your suspension is over, whatever!” Monstru stopped in his track, his anger all subsided. “Thank you mayor. An please buy a better suit that looks expensive, not cheap!”
He passed a building, and looked in. A woman was boiling something for her little girl. The five-year-old was sobbing, and clearly, she was asking where her doll was. She reminded him of one of his foster sisters, Lillian. He saw a misshapen toy on the ground, her mother must have thrown it out.
“Excuse me, Ma’m, is this your child’s doll?” “Shh… Her father had thrown this out three days ago. She’s really upset…” “Hey, Dexter!” Little Sammy came out, and held a book, labelled ‘Mathematics 2A’. “Papa ain’t back yet… Gretel’s still looking for her doll… Hey, is that it?” The Native-American kid took it from him and gave it to his sibling. “Thanks, uh… Dexter?” “You’re welcome. And of course, I’m not the Grim Reaper. I’m a living, breathing-” His cell phone rang. “Excuse me.” He walked a distance away, and answered. “Sir. Ingrid Ashley‘s requesting your presence.” “Her? Tell her to bug off.” “She won‘t sir. She said she isn‘t leaving until she gets the juicy truth about the suspension from you, besides the mayor’s testimonial.” He sighed and said, “Just tell her I’d be there in an hour…” “Sammy, when’s your sister’s birthday?” “Our birthday today…” “Good. I won’t have to worry about two different birthdays then.” He left, running with the speed of light. “Who was he?” “He’s the Chief, sister.” Even their mother gaped at the young boy.
H returned shortly with two bags. “Some clothes for you guys. And a doll for Gretel.” He looked like the good twin of Death. But at that moment, Nelson Ranger appeared at the doorstep, staring straight in the face of Ian who turned around to leave. “So, my son’s your friend, eh?” It was a hostile tone. “Yes, sir.” “Why, you were telling the truth, my boy! Pleased to meet you, Monstru. My son wants to be just like you, solving those crimes in double-quick time!” He smiled. At least one kid admired his work.
Evening fell, and the sky turned purple-blue, indicating a shower’s arrival. “Dinner time. Patrick, you can go and cook something for our dear mother. Oh and tell Helga I said she should buy a new handbag. Her snakeskin one’s wearing out.” “Aye, Ian. Could you do me a favour? Please go and fish more for Ashley’s restaurant. Those were delicious, but the teeth marks put some off. Just catch with hands, thanks.” “Okay.” He was smiling again. Was there something funny that made him giggle madly afterwards? Or was he simply mad?
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