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The Last Case Chapter 24
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 Created on 2-9-08
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Monstru left the building, just waiting for the call. The house was about a mile from where he was standing, and he had made sure the police knew what was going on. The message took about half an hour to complete on the wall with a knife, but it was worth it. It could have been simpler if her used his own claws, but he wanted to preserve them, and the scratching would wear them easily. The blood was easy to manipulate though.
Satan sat on his throne, watching the day burn without much progress. Madeira had given him the usual cigarettes, and the drugs like powdered cocaine, but none soothed him and gave him the usual high. He wasn’t happy. No chaos. No bloodshed. Jack Hunter wasting valuable hunting time. But Monstru was showing love again. To his brother and all the rest of the small innocent kids. What the hell did that devil think he was doing?
Jack was hot on the heels of the Australian tourist, who was frightened by his teeth; small, yet sharp enough to tear him apart. The eyes were crazy too. But what really got him running was the fact he was discovered carrying drugs. Pure ecstasy and much money going on. Jack ran the fastest in the cop world, but Ian was much faster, and the thoughts were racing in his mind. Why live in the woods when he could live with the Hunters?
Then he wrestled the man to the ground, locking the cuffs on the wrists of the guilty junky. “I’ll come back for you one day… Once your blood isn’t so clogged with fat and poison… Your flesh will be good and tender by then…” A wicked cackle was emitted from his mouth, and the Australian shuddered. It was the first evil sound he had heard when he had come to Manhattan to get his pay for trafficking the illegal substance in its powder form. He was in deep trouble. Very deep.
“Explain why you did this, Mr Keith Owens?” “Why should I?” “Because you are in a police station, you were caught carrying drugs, and you’re in very deep shit.” Jack replied in a far corner. “Just answer and make my case easier…” Owens stared straight into the topazes in the eyes of the detective. It wasn’t natural. He was inhuman. He knew. He had seen the worst humans on earth, animals at their worst. But this “man” was a demon from hell, just waiting for his soul to devour… Except this one celebrated dark hunger… Gore, and cannibalism. He quickly answered the question, hoping for a heavy sentence, and getting beaten to death instead of this monster eating his organs… or even his tainted spirit. This one had the mark of Satan.
“Good-bye… thank you for the information, you’d get a lighter sentence…” No… NOT THAT FATE! PLEASE GOD, HAVE MERCY! “And I might come back for you… Owens…” He grinned, baring the fang-grin. “And my brother would love to meet you… Or should I say… Eat you…” There was another one?!
Monstru picked up the receiver of his phone, and purred, “Yes?” “Sir! There is another murder, and this time it’s Freddy. This killer must have a link to the case.” He smiled. Jack didn’t have long to wait. His eyes hardened, then his canines took shape. Claws protruded, then he ran to the crime scene. But as he felt the cool air brush against his face, his human form began form back, over the animal features that protruded from him. His brother eyed him very suspiciously while he entered the building. Was there another smirk on his lips? The message was bold and clear. “I AM MONSTER” Clearly the killer was a narcissist. Oh god, when would he give up already? When would they find out? That was becoming even more ridiculous every day. Corrected, Night.
There were still no fingerprints. And there was a jailed murderer who had turned insane willing to tell them who the culprits were. Owen Miller was damn near getting his cousin in jail. But he was too curled up and frightened to even speak.
Patrick wasn’t happy. The next thing that would happen would be Paullina Pippins being killed. But he couldn’t stop him just yet. Who’d believe him? First, he had lied his way through before. And Monstru could write a legal case that would win every time. And he knew all the tactics. He had attended court before. For assault. For a bit of robbery. For suspicion of forgery. For family divorce. For murder of his adolescent bully. He couldn’t overpower the smart-ass devil bastard.
Paullina kissed Patrick before leaving the station to her house. The last they will share in their years of work.
Jack was restless. When was Monstru coming to enlighten him?
Monstru was near, waiting for the time to kill and the time to move to Brooklyn.
Satan sat on his throne, watching the day burn without much progress. Madeira had given him the usual cigarettes, and the drugs like powdered cocaine, but none soothed him and gave him the usual high. He wasn’t happy. No chaos. No bloodshed. Jack Hunter wasting valuable hunting time. But Monstru was showing love again. To his brother and all the rest of the small innocent kids. What the hell did that devil think he was doing?
Jack was hot on the heels of the Australian tourist, who was frightened by his teeth; small, yet sharp enough to tear him apart. The eyes were crazy too. But what really got him running was the fact he was discovered carrying drugs. Pure ecstasy and much money going on. Jack ran the fastest in the cop world, but Ian was much faster, and the thoughts were racing in his mind. Why live in the woods when he could live with the Hunters?
Then he wrestled the man to the ground, locking the cuffs on the wrists of the guilty junky. “I’ll come back for you one day… Once your blood isn’t so clogged with fat and poison… Your flesh will be good and tender by then…” A wicked cackle was emitted from his mouth, and the Australian shuddered. It was the first evil sound he had heard when he had come to Manhattan to get his pay for trafficking the illegal substance in its powder form. He was in deep trouble. Very deep.
“Explain why you did this, Mr Keith Owens?” “Why should I?” “Because you are in a police station, you were caught carrying drugs, and you’re in very deep shit.” Jack replied in a far corner. “Just answer and make my case easier…” Owens stared straight into the topazes in the eyes of the detective. It wasn’t natural. He was inhuman. He knew. He had seen the worst humans on earth, animals at their worst. But this “man” was a demon from hell, just waiting for his soul to devour… Except this one celebrated dark hunger… Gore, and cannibalism. He quickly answered the question, hoping for a heavy sentence, and getting beaten to death instead of this monster eating his organs… or even his tainted spirit. This one had the mark of Satan.
“Good-bye… thank you for the information, you’d get a lighter sentence…” No… NOT THAT FATE! PLEASE GOD, HAVE MERCY! “And I might come back for you… Owens…” He grinned, baring the fang-grin. “And my brother would love to meet you… Or should I say… Eat you…” There was another one?!
Monstru picked up the receiver of his phone, and purred, “Yes?” “Sir! There is another murder, and this time it’s Freddy. This killer must have a link to the case.” He smiled. Jack didn’t have long to wait. His eyes hardened, then his canines took shape. Claws protruded, then he ran to the crime scene. But as he felt the cool air brush against his face, his human form began form back, over the animal features that protruded from him. His brother eyed him very suspiciously while he entered the building. Was there another smirk on his lips? The message was bold and clear. “I AM MONSTER” Clearly the killer was a narcissist. Oh god, when would he give up already? When would they find out? That was becoming even more ridiculous every day. Corrected, Night.
There were still no fingerprints. And there was a jailed murderer who had turned insane willing to tell them who the culprits were. Owen Miller was damn near getting his cousin in jail. But he was too curled up and frightened to even speak.
Patrick wasn’t happy. The next thing that would happen would be Paullina Pippins being killed. But he couldn’t stop him just yet. Who’d believe him? First, he had lied his way through before. And Monstru could write a legal case that would win every time. And he knew all the tactics. He had attended court before. For assault. For a bit of robbery. For suspicion of forgery. For family divorce. For murder of his adolescent bully. He couldn’t overpower the smart-ass devil bastard.
Paullina kissed Patrick before leaving the station to her house. The last they will share in their years of work.
Jack was restless. When was Monstru coming to enlighten him?
Monstru was near, waiting for the time to kill and the time to move to Brooklyn.
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