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The Last Case Chapter 20
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Ian couldn’t feel himself walking towards the station, or even chewing on the meat he had bought. It was still dark, and he was not home. What was wrong? There was probably another force acting on him, or was he now schizophrenic? “You aren’t crazy, Ian…” No. There was a major juju there. “There isn’t…” What?
His mind had probably taken too little rest, and he was feeling a little woozy. “Ian. You have to know who you have inside you…” “Yeah, I need to take more schizophrenia medicine.” “No. I am a monster. You are not.” “I know, my name’s Ian Monstru, which sounds just like ‘I am Monster’. No need to make corny stuff out of it.” “Then who had killed with such precise and knew your tricks you never dared reveal?” He stopped walking on the path. “Who has an unnatural taste for flesh raw with blood?” Ian slapped himself. “You idiot. It’s me! My name is Monstru, and I live in you, ever since that stupid grandmother of yours couldn’t see you were alive! How did you think you changed from strict vegan to extreme meat-eater? How then?” He thought back, all the way seven years…
“You can have your revenge, I’m enjoying myself. You’ll leave in a few days time, and I’ll take over. Besides, I am Satan’s grandson, son of Draco… or should I say Mr Okra?” A maniacal laugh sounded. Ian Dexter refused to believe this. “Snap out of it. This is reality, harsh and undeniable, but my presence have given you enhanced abilities. I am guiding your body, you can go, really. I’ll carry out your deepest fantasy on your brother, just like the pit-bull that brought me here.” Ian then slammed himself onto the brick wall so conveniently close. “Climb it if you don’t believe me.” He scaled it in less than half a minute. “I still don’t believe you.” “I killed your pathetic girlfriend.” He looked his hands. “Still no?” He shook his head. “If I have to… Jump off the building and I’ll take over you from there.” He had to end it.
He leapt from his spot and found himself safe on the ground after some wonderful acrobatics. “How?” “I told you, no one can execute that move except a monster, and you are dead. Do you understand? I am the murderer of the night. Do you want to go to jail instead? I doubt so. I can help you get out, but it will take some cooperation on your side, is that fine?” A nod. “Good. Now, go to the cemetery and say ‘I summon thee!’ to the picture of my grandfather, and a demon will take you down to a wonderful place.” Ian, not thinking properly, followed the instructions given, then he went down to a sweltering place, where he was set on a display case, and he loved it. No one would look at him, and he had his own privacy.
Monstru now had the whole body to himself. “Wonderful… Ah… who should I have tomorrow?”
The devils who were watching all lifted their glasses for Monstru’s victory over the innocent one. Madeira seemed to smile even more wickedly.
Patrick drank his cup of black coffee down in the station. Somehow, the murders just weren’t right. How could they disappear without a trace, and yet only one organ could be left? Could a cannibal finish that much? He doubted so, much as he thought of his biggest suspect. Could it be? “I mean, he takes quite a lot of meat in the day… Without even letting it cook to ‘extra rare’…” Paullina nodded in agreement, also having the same doubt. Doesn’t anything make any sense?
Monstru walked in, his movement double feline-like. “Who are you looking at?” He snarled, forgetting just who he was. “Uhh… I mean, how’s the case?” He watched the rubbery lips of Ian’s brother move, pressing against each other as he spoke. “…Ian?” “Oh, um… sorry. Wasn’t paying attention. Have a nice afternoon.” Monstru stalked off, perhaps to the butcher’s, or to the watch shop. There was something wrong with his stride; he never did walk too silently before, nor did he feel the walls around him. That isn’t just my brother… Patrick realised. He had a monster in his hands. That wasn’t good at all. Ian was wrong to leave his body because of a demon and his reputation. His biggest mistake.
Jack, meanwhile, was drinking some ruby liquid from a furry object with dull eyes. His face was bloodstained, his mouth set to a malicious smile as he savoured the metallic flavour of the raw flesh. He sniffed at the dog, about to chew on its intestines-
“Jack! Come out now, we’ve a visitor!” He stuffed the canine away and cleaned his face, cursing silently at the unexpected guest. “Coming…” He mumbled rather reluctantly. He opened the door, spilling bright light into his grey room, and saw who it was. His frown turned upside down. It was his dear cousin Helen.
The blue sky turned into a sunset, and people went into their homes. Jack knew he mustn’t go and kill people; his DNA is different, and he’d get spotted. But how on Earth would he be able to eat then? He sighed as he realised his menu degraded to simply the stray animals around him. Maybe once Monstru had to run, then he’d go with the strong one and feed on the succulent flesh of other living innocent souls…
Monstru finished the small appetizer: a crow that had flown too close to him. Wiping his mouth clean of the splattered blood, he smiled as he saw the butcher close his shop, ready to leave for the evening.
Silently, he crawled along the walls of the brick building. He kept in pace of the meat shop tender, then waited for the rather overweight man to turn into the alley as a shortcut. When he did, he pounced from the wall, and quickly made sure that the victim never screamed. A foul stench filled the air, and the sound of meat being chewed with the crunching noise of bone being grinded in between a set of shark-like teeth was heard for a while. Dinner was served.
His mind had probably taken too little rest, and he was feeling a little woozy. “Ian. You have to know who you have inside you…” “Yeah, I need to take more schizophrenia medicine.” “No. I am a monster. You are not.” “I know, my name’s Ian Monstru, which sounds just like ‘I am Monster’. No need to make corny stuff out of it.” “Then who had killed with such precise and knew your tricks you never dared reveal?” He stopped walking on the path. “Who has an unnatural taste for flesh raw with blood?” Ian slapped himself. “You idiot. It’s me! My name is Monstru, and I live in you, ever since that stupid grandmother of yours couldn’t see you were alive! How did you think you changed from strict vegan to extreme meat-eater? How then?” He thought back, all the way seven years…
“You can have your revenge, I’m enjoying myself. You’ll leave in a few days time, and I’ll take over. Besides, I am Satan’s grandson, son of Draco… or should I say Mr Okra?” A maniacal laugh sounded. Ian Dexter refused to believe this. “Snap out of it. This is reality, harsh and undeniable, but my presence have given you enhanced abilities. I am guiding your body, you can go, really. I’ll carry out your deepest fantasy on your brother, just like the pit-bull that brought me here.” Ian then slammed himself onto the brick wall so conveniently close. “Climb it if you don’t believe me.” He scaled it in less than half a minute. “I still don’t believe you.” “I killed your pathetic girlfriend.” He looked his hands. “Still no?” He shook his head. “If I have to… Jump off the building and I’ll take over you from there.” He had to end it.
He leapt from his spot and found himself safe on the ground after some wonderful acrobatics. “How?” “I told you, no one can execute that move except a monster, and you are dead. Do you understand? I am the murderer of the night. Do you want to go to jail instead? I doubt so. I can help you get out, but it will take some cooperation on your side, is that fine?” A nod. “Good. Now, go to the cemetery and say ‘I summon thee!’ to the picture of my grandfather, and a demon will take you down to a wonderful place.” Ian, not thinking properly, followed the instructions given, then he went down to a sweltering place, where he was set on a display case, and he loved it. No one would look at him, and he had his own privacy.
Monstru now had the whole body to himself. “Wonderful… Ah… who should I have tomorrow?”
The devils who were watching all lifted their glasses for Monstru’s victory over the innocent one. Madeira seemed to smile even more wickedly.
Patrick drank his cup of black coffee down in the station. Somehow, the murders just weren’t right. How could they disappear without a trace, and yet only one organ could be left? Could a cannibal finish that much? He doubted so, much as he thought of his biggest suspect. Could it be? “I mean, he takes quite a lot of meat in the day… Without even letting it cook to ‘extra rare’…” Paullina nodded in agreement, also having the same doubt. Doesn’t anything make any sense?
Monstru walked in, his movement double feline-like. “Who are you looking at?” He snarled, forgetting just who he was. “Uhh… I mean, how’s the case?” He watched the rubbery lips of Ian’s brother move, pressing against each other as he spoke. “…Ian?” “Oh, um… sorry. Wasn’t paying attention. Have a nice afternoon.” Monstru stalked off, perhaps to the butcher’s, or to the watch shop. There was something wrong with his stride; he never did walk too silently before, nor did he feel the walls around him. That isn’t just my brother… Patrick realised. He had a monster in his hands. That wasn’t good at all. Ian was wrong to leave his body because of a demon and his reputation. His biggest mistake.
Jack, meanwhile, was drinking some ruby liquid from a furry object with dull eyes. His face was bloodstained, his mouth set to a malicious smile as he savoured the metallic flavour of the raw flesh. He sniffed at the dog, about to chew on its intestines-
“Jack! Come out now, we’ve a visitor!” He stuffed the canine away and cleaned his face, cursing silently at the unexpected guest. “Coming…” He mumbled rather reluctantly. He opened the door, spilling bright light into his grey room, and saw who it was. His frown turned upside down. It was his dear cousin Helen.
The blue sky turned into a sunset, and people went into their homes. Jack knew he mustn’t go and kill people; his DNA is different, and he’d get spotted. But how on Earth would he be able to eat then? He sighed as he realised his menu degraded to simply the stray animals around him. Maybe once Monstru had to run, then he’d go with the strong one and feed on the succulent flesh of other living innocent souls…
Monstru finished the small appetizer: a crow that had flown too close to him. Wiping his mouth clean of the splattered blood, he smiled as he saw the butcher close his shop, ready to leave for the evening.
Silently, he crawled along the walls of the brick building. He kept in pace of the meat shop tender, then waited for the rather overweight man to turn into the alley as a shortcut. When he did, he pounced from the wall, and quickly made sure that the victim never screamed. A foul stench filled the air, and the sound of meat being chewed with the crunching noise of bone being grinded in between a set of shark-like teeth was heard for a while. Dinner was served.
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