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The Last Case Chapter 22
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Monstru came back the next morning looking really refreshed. But Parker was absent. Where was he? He wasn’t picking up his phone, nor was he that late before. There was something fishy… or was he having a burnout? No. He’d call, and they’d see it earlier. Their killer had struck again… Or did he?
Freddy suggested they went back to his house to see if he was in bed or something. They backed up Monstru’s Lamborghini and drove to the small apartment where George lived with his sister, who had just gone overseas for work. The Chief Detective himself simply ate the half-foot long piece of gory meat he had brought along. The flesh just didn’t look right; it looked more human than other animal’s. Could it be?
They entered the house and saw the bloodstained floor. They were way too late. His lung was on the able, with a bloody inscription on the wall, “DELICIOUS” Who’d say such a thing? A knife was found nearby, with no fingerprints found on it, and the killer couldn’t be identified, and this was used to write the spine-chilling message. Ian, Patrick thought to himself, You are getting even sicker by the day.
Jack smiled as a blue wisp floated towards him. “Caroline… How are you? And was your dad a thief? ’Cause someone stole two stars and put them in your eyes…” “Corny, but I’ll accept. Besides, Ian had done what I had wanted him to- finish off that stupid Janet girl. And he murdered Paul and put him in Hell. How’s ’bout I appeal and see if I can be alive again?” “Sure…” “Good. Since I’m a dark angel, I should be able to convert one of you… and I’ll be as alive as you on Earth…” The demon was looking at her, her body not so dismembered anymore. “Alright, beautiful, I’ll marry you when you are ready… You look exquisite in both real life and death…” She blushed and faded into the wind, not looking at where she was going.
His boss watched as Hunter put on a dazed smile, like a lover being kissed for the first time. Well, perhaps he could find way to get as much pleasure without women and drugs… or smoking or alcohol. His thoughts were halted when a phone rang. “Chief Detective Nelson here… What? I’ll be there on the double.” He ran, but never in the pace of Ian Monstru. This guy was fatter and slower. They would have a great time feasting on him if they could.
The fit man reached the police station in Manhattan after a few hours had passed. “I may have said ‘double’, but it takes some time to get here. So, state what’s your business, I have no time to waste, we have another suicide case down in our town.” “Oh, why in such a tearing hurry? I need to ask you something. Grave murder matters, and lives depend on this.” Nelson’s face turned nearly as white as Monstru’s, and politely asked him to continue. His side never had a killer so vile, after reading how many people had died because of their slow pace. Wasn’t the wolf-like guy in front of him like, the best?
“Well, all I want is a simple pair of Brooklyn-made hand-cuffs. The steel’s so much better quality than ours. You can have a look.” He handed Nelson a pair of Manhattan’s, than he continued, “This isn’t good. You can have mine for the time being, and I’ll send this in two days. We need to do something to strengthen the metal. But till then, don’t lose the Brooklyn cuffs.” With that, he saluted and left for his own birthplace.
Freddy looked at his sorry excuse of lunch and compared it to Monstru’s. But in terms of significance, his was better, because it was as bloody and gory as the other man’s. Seriously, who ate raw flesh?
Jack finished his subway sandwich, which he had not really enjoyed much, because he missed the taste of human meat, of the thrill of the hunt, of the souls that flew into his face, of the small victory over humanity, of the sweet fresh air of the night… He needed those, he was a complete animal, only with emotions, a bit unlike Monstru himself. He was one of the few never to be crossed with. Only a few people dared to. His brother in Hell and his boss in Brooklyn. They had authority over him.
Patrick simply watched as the police officers brought yet another gang leader for drugs. “Gee, what is it with blacks and drugs? Thought they were even more innocent than whites. What the hell?” Pauline pointed behind him, and he saw a human finger protruding from the Chief Detective’s lunch, but he made no move. That wasn’t Ian’s finger. That tattoo of his sister’s name told them even more proof that Monstru had killed George Parker. Who was the next victim? They swore that if he killed Allan that night, he would be caught and hanged… No, how about shooting him through the head and chest just when he sees his dead girlfriend being dug up and burnt to the ground, and for her mother to scold him?
Monstru was away from everyone else, thinking of his days to come. He had killed others before, but never ate them as nourishment and as revenge. The Pit-bulls deserved it. He couldn’t feed for seven years. Bloody bitch… she was blind in both the immortal and mortal world… It’s great she went to the stupid spirit realm where her fate can never be decided. And his maniacal laugh sounded once again. People were starting to get crept out by it.
Jun An had just entered the house, and saw his aged parents dead on the couch, with their faces transfixed in a look of horror, and a note on the wall, “ELDERLY ARE USELESS PREY” written in their blood, drawn from their dismembered necks. “Oh no… Then another on the floor where he was standing on. “YOU ARE NEXT”. these three words sent a chill lacing his vertebrae with fear and grief. Then, he felt claws at his throat, then blacked out at the same time when he felt something get ripped out…
Freddy suggested they went back to his house to see if he was in bed or something. They backed up Monstru’s Lamborghini and drove to the small apartment where George lived with his sister, who had just gone overseas for work. The Chief Detective himself simply ate the half-foot long piece of gory meat he had brought along. The flesh just didn’t look right; it looked more human than other animal’s. Could it be?
They entered the house and saw the bloodstained floor. They were way too late. His lung was on the able, with a bloody inscription on the wall, “DELICIOUS” Who’d say such a thing? A knife was found nearby, with no fingerprints found on it, and the killer couldn’t be identified, and this was used to write the spine-chilling message. Ian, Patrick thought to himself, You are getting even sicker by the day.
Jack smiled as a blue wisp floated towards him. “Caroline… How are you? And was your dad a thief? ’Cause someone stole two stars and put them in your eyes…” “Corny, but I’ll accept. Besides, Ian had done what I had wanted him to- finish off that stupid Janet girl. And he murdered Paul and put him in Hell. How’s ’bout I appeal and see if I can be alive again?” “Sure…” “Good. Since I’m a dark angel, I should be able to convert one of you… and I’ll be as alive as you on Earth…” The demon was looking at her, her body not so dismembered anymore. “Alright, beautiful, I’ll marry you when you are ready… You look exquisite in both real life and death…” She blushed and faded into the wind, not looking at where she was going.
His boss watched as Hunter put on a dazed smile, like a lover being kissed for the first time. Well, perhaps he could find way to get as much pleasure without women and drugs… or smoking or alcohol. His thoughts were halted when a phone rang. “Chief Detective Nelson here… What? I’ll be there on the double.” He ran, but never in the pace of Ian Monstru. This guy was fatter and slower. They would have a great time feasting on him if they could.
The fit man reached the police station in Manhattan after a few hours had passed. “I may have said ‘double’, but it takes some time to get here. So, state what’s your business, I have no time to waste, we have another suicide case down in our town.” “Oh, why in such a tearing hurry? I need to ask you something. Grave murder matters, and lives depend on this.” Nelson’s face turned nearly as white as Monstru’s, and politely asked him to continue. His side never had a killer so vile, after reading how many people had died because of their slow pace. Wasn’t the wolf-like guy in front of him like, the best?
“Well, all I want is a simple pair of Brooklyn-made hand-cuffs. The steel’s so much better quality than ours. You can have a look.” He handed Nelson a pair of Manhattan’s, than he continued, “This isn’t good. You can have mine for the time being, and I’ll send this in two days. We need to do something to strengthen the metal. But till then, don’t lose the Brooklyn cuffs.” With that, he saluted and left for his own birthplace.
Freddy looked at his sorry excuse of lunch and compared it to Monstru’s. But in terms of significance, his was better, because it was as bloody and gory as the other man’s. Seriously, who ate raw flesh?
Jack finished his subway sandwich, which he had not really enjoyed much, because he missed the taste of human meat, of the thrill of the hunt, of the souls that flew into his face, of the small victory over humanity, of the sweet fresh air of the night… He needed those, he was a complete animal, only with emotions, a bit unlike Monstru himself. He was one of the few never to be crossed with. Only a few people dared to. His brother in Hell and his boss in Brooklyn. They had authority over him.
Patrick simply watched as the police officers brought yet another gang leader for drugs. “Gee, what is it with blacks and drugs? Thought they were even more innocent than whites. What the hell?” Pauline pointed behind him, and he saw a human finger protruding from the Chief Detective’s lunch, but he made no move. That wasn’t Ian’s finger. That tattoo of his sister’s name told them even more proof that Monstru had killed George Parker. Who was the next victim? They swore that if he killed Allan that night, he would be caught and hanged… No, how about shooting him through the head and chest just when he sees his dead girlfriend being dug up and burnt to the ground, and for her mother to scold him?
Monstru was away from everyone else, thinking of his days to come. He had killed others before, but never ate them as nourishment and as revenge. The Pit-bulls deserved it. He couldn’t feed for seven years. Bloody bitch… she was blind in both the immortal and mortal world… It’s great she went to the stupid spirit realm where her fate can never be decided. And his maniacal laugh sounded once again. People were starting to get crept out by it.
Jun An had just entered the house, and saw his aged parents dead on the couch, with their faces transfixed in a look of horror, and a note on the wall, “ELDERLY ARE USELESS PREY” written in their blood, drawn from their dismembered necks. “Oh no… Then another on the floor where he was standing on. “YOU ARE NEXT”. these three words sent a chill lacing his vertebrae with fear and grief. Then, he felt claws at his throat, then blacked out at the same time when he felt something get ripped out…
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