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The Last Case Chapter 21
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Jack walked into his new office, surprised by some of his older team mates. Well, it’s always the tiniest effort that touches you a lot. Same for Jack.
He walked along the corridors of the station, breathing in the new scents that greeted him. The Chief Detective there looked like a miserable old grouch that had known many ways to inflict pain… and enjoyed it. And he knew he wasn’t as nice as his last boss. Perhaps by now his demonic brother had vanquished the innocent human soul inside him; he never like the gaseous form of souls, he preferred flesh and blood…
Ian met the tribal elders that were God’s assistants. “You must be the spirit of the host that Prince Monstru had taken over.” “Prince?” “He’s Satan’s grandson. He fell in love with your girlfriend, ate her when he found out she was cheating on you, and killed the seducer.” Ian broke down. “No…” “Your birth name is Dexter, embrace it as you enter the realm of spirits; you will join many others that have died good and evil… It’s a nice place.” Time shooed him in, and the portal closed, sealing the poor ghost with it, swallowing him into a civilisation… and perhaps reincarnation…
Monstru had eaten his fill of meat at night, and would hunt for more that day, but he had to go back and cover for his absence in the dusk hours. He had gone home to cut up the meat so that it would not look too suspicious when he brought it to work, and changed into a new suit, throwing the dirty one into the dry-cleaning bin, to take to the washers later. Or maybe just do it himself, he had the machine and he knew how to…
They approached him, asking this question, “Are there any leads yet?” “Yeah, up your arse there is.” He ran to the station, and escaped the athletic ones who carried cameras. The rest smiled at him as he slammed the door behind him, into the faces of news reporters. Patrick faked a welcoming lip curl, so did the rest of his team; they knew more than everyone else now… They knew who had done the deeds. But they needed evidence.
“Mr Kat isn’t at his store, and his bleeding heart is at the door of his shop… how sick can this cannibal get?” “Well, no one will know for sure who had done it, and I’m sure the suspect is closer than we think.” “Speaking of which, could you come over to our work office, we have something to tell you.”
“And what is your theory?” He had caught them by surprise again. “You, or your partner Jack.” “A stupid theory. How about the other meat eating officers here? They also could have done it. How could you be so sure?” They were stunned, they haven’t really thought about that. How about them? Some also had the morbid mind of a psycho-deranged man with a hunger for flesh every minute. Monstru’s game was nearly up, he knew it, but he needed to get rid of these people slowly. Starting that night, he was going to hunt down one by one, as well as that Detective Inspector Teo Jun An, who had been watching all the videos he might not have blocked out before they had checked. He must have known something.
Jun An had been doing his research, but none had reached a conclusion. But he kept one video to himself, watching it, always knowing exactly who had killed those doctors that night, watching as Monstru and Hunter ate his organs with relish, and he was always on the verge of puking at the scene where he had killed a patient with poison. The monsters had to be stopped.
Jack was eating his lunch when he saw an advertisement, saying about a vegetarian lifestyle, of the wonderful benefits. The flyer was sort of a lie, saying how much iron the fruits could give. Were nutritionists degrading already? He snorted. Whoever made this surely wasn’t successful. Were they?
The devils below gave a whoop of joy, seeing how evil the ruby-eyed demon could be. This would add another notch to their score, just before the demon would go back to hell, and it was already a pretty high number. Every demon was going to get even tougher…
The yellow-eyed one finished his sandwich and threw the subway paper away. Then, he returned to his office, where the Chief Detective stood over and barked, “Detective Inspector Hunter, you have an impressive record, but I see you still have one case unsolved- the one you were working on with the Chief Detective. We’ll start anew.” Jack frowned. Start anew? That meant he probably needed another few years before a decent promotion. Oh well, back to narcotics then. Just one unsolved homicide case… It wasn’t fair.
His colleagues were sorry for him. Why couldn’t he get promoted to the homicide department? Maybe it was because of his failure to close a murder case on time. The very one he was a suspect and one of the killers. No one except his partner in crime knew his very deep secret. All that knew about it were long dead. He had been a shadow-ninja from hell, eating all the flesh he wanted. Now, he was confined, and until Monstru needed to go to him for cover, he was to eat only stray animals. This annoyed him. A lot. Monstru owed him some good meat with blood to drink. He was ravenous for gore then. He needed nourishment really badly, and it triggered his cannibalistic instinct. Oh dear, he had to wait a few days, but it was depriving him of the hunt, the thrill and his dark hunger being satisfied.
George Parker walked briskly across the street. Because of the hour’s fill of light, which was about at 3% power and the only source of light was the half-moon that revealed itself, a glimmer of hope in death. Could it be?
Entering his house, he finally felt secure. But there was a new presence in the place, and the hairs at the back of neck rose, and his gun was ready by his side. It clicked, then a muscular male figure landed on him from above, pain coursed through his whole system, gruesome noises of cannibalised feasting sounded, and everything turned pitch black, forever. Monstru had struck one down. He held triumph, over humanity and all of the demons who had dreamt of killing humans by flesh, not just by a corrupted soul. By doing so, he had achieved the dreams of the psychotic killers, the ones who were in jail term awaiting their death for cold-blooded murder, for those that were schizophrenic. He felt good. Proud. Well, a demon’s a demon.
He walked along the corridors of the station, breathing in the new scents that greeted him. The Chief Detective there looked like a miserable old grouch that had known many ways to inflict pain… and enjoyed it. And he knew he wasn’t as nice as his last boss. Perhaps by now his demonic brother had vanquished the innocent human soul inside him; he never like the gaseous form of souls, he preferred flesh and blood…
Ian met the tribal elders that were God’s assistants. “You must be the spirit of the host that Prince Monstru had taken over.” “Prince?” “He’s Satan’s grandson. He fell in love with your girlfriend, ate her when he found out she was cheating on you, and killed the seducer.” Ian broke down. “No…” “Your birth name is Dexter, embrace it as you enter the realm of spirits; you will join many others that have died good and evil… It’s a nice place.” Time shooed him in, and the portal closed, sealing the poor ghost with it, swallowing him into a civilisation… and perhaps reincarnation…
Monstru had eaten his fill of meat at night, and would hunt for more that day, but he had to go back and cover for his absence in the dusk hours. He had gone home to cut up the meat so that it would not look too suspicious when he brought it to work, and changed into a new suit, throwing the dirty one into the dry-cleaning bin, to take to the washers later. Or maybe just do it himself, he had the machine and he knew how to…
They approached him, asking this question, “Are there any leads yet?” “Yeah, up your arse there is.” He ran to the station, and escaped the athletic ones who carried cameras. The rest smiled at him as he slammed the door behind him, into the faces of news reporters. Patrick faked a welcoming lip curl, so did the rest of his team; they knew more than everyone else now… They knew who had done the deeds. But they needed evidence.
“Mr Kat isn’t at his store, and his bleeding heart is at the door of his shop… how sick can this cannibal get?” “Well, no one will know for sure who had done it, and I’m sure the suspect is closer than we think.” “Speaking of which, could you come over to our work office, we have something to tell you.”
“And what is your theory?” He had caught them by surprise again. “You, or your partner Jack.” “A stupid theory. How about the other meat eating officers here? They also could have done it. How could you be so sure?” They were stunned, they haven’t really thought about that. How about them? Some also had the morbid mind of a psycho-deranged man with a hunger for flesh every minute. Monstru’s game was nearly up, he knew it, but he needed to get rid of these people slowly. Starting that night, he was going to hunt down one by one, as well as that Detective Inspector Teo Jun An, who had been watching all the videos he might not have blocked out before they had checked. He must have known something.
Jun An had been doing his research, but none had reached a conclusion. But he kept one video to himself, watching it, always knowing exactly who had killed those doctors that night, watching as Monstru and Hunter ate his organs with relish, and he was always on the verge of puking at the scene where he had killed a patient with poison. The monsters had to be stopped.
Jack was eating his lunch when he saw an advertisement, saying about a vegetarian lifestyle, of the wonderful benefits. The flyer was sort of a lie, saying how much iron the fruits could give. Were nutritionists degrading already? He snorted. Whoever made this surely wasn’t successful. Were they?
The devils below gave a whoop of joy, seeing how evil the ruby-eyed demon could be. This would add another notch to their score, just before the demon would go back to hell, and it was already a pretty high number. Every demon was going to get even tougher…
The yellow-eyed one finished his sandwich and threw the subway paper away. Then, he returned to his office, where the Chief Detective stood over and barked, “Detective Inspector Hunter, you have an impressive record, but I see you still have one case unsolved- the one you were working on with the Chief Detective. We’ll start anew.” Jack frowned. Start anew? That meant he probably needed another few years before a decent promotion. Oh well, back to narcotics then. Just one unsolved homicide case… It wasn’t fair.
His colleagues were sorry for him. Why couldn’t he get promoted to the homicide department? Maybe it was because of his failure to close a murder case on time. The very one he was a suspect and one of the killers. No one except his partner in crime knew his very deep secret. All that knew about it were long dead. He had been a shadow-ninja from hell, eating all the flesh he wanted. Now, he was confined, and until Monstru needed to go to him for cover, he was to eat only stray animals. This annoyed him. A lot. Monstru owed him some good meat with blood to drink. He was ravenous for gore then. He needed nourishment really badly, and it triggered his cannibalistic instinct. Oh dear, he had to wait a few days, but it was depriving him of the hunt, the thrill and his dark hunger being satisfied.
George Parker walked briskly across the street. Because of the hour’s fill of light, which was about at 3% power and the only source of light was the half-moon that revealed itself, a glimmer of hope in death. Could it be?
Entering his house, he finally felt secure. But there was a new presence in the place, and the hairs at the back of neck rose, and his gun was ready by his side. It clicked, then a muscular male figure landed on him from above, pain coursed through his whole system, gruesome noises of cannibalised feasting sounded, and everything turned pitch black, forever. Monstru had struck one down. He held triumph, over humanity and all of the demons who had dreamt of killing humans by flesh, not just by a corrupted soul. By doing so, he had achieved the dreams of the psychotic killers, the ones who were in jail term awaiting their death for cold-blooded murder, for those that were schizophrenic. He felt good. Proud. Well, a demon’s a demon.
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