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The Last Case Chapter 26
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 Created on 2-9-08
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Patrick knew he was next. The police were there on the double, sealing the body bag, watching as Patrick wept for the one who was so close to his heart. Monstru didn’t smile anymore. Instead, he left for his office quickly, and watched as his obese brother go after him silently. “IAN MONSTER” They had a hunch who the killer was…
Jack was staring at the sun, watching the flaming ball rise up to it’s peak. His boss was still next to him, breathing down his neck as he planned his next attack on the drug dealers. Narcotics was easy for him, and he had a feeling he would see Monstru very soon. That night, in fact. But he would never be sure if it was true.
Then a call was heard. “I’ll take this one.” Nelson went away, listening to the frightened person on the other line. “Oh shit… Who would know what he could do with my Brooklyn cuffs!” Jack smiled. They knew. About friggin’ time…
Monstru opened the door, letting his brother in. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed his brother, using a knife to slit his hand, ad used the blood to engrave a message on the wall. The he waited for his brother top call in for reinforcement before smashing the walkie-talkie to smithereens. He carried him to the forest, where the fat man ran for his life. “IAN MONSTRU” was on the wall. And he rumbled under his breath, “Strike one.”
He sat in the cave, trying to find a way to stop the bleeding. “Strike two!” He heard the yell that had a tinge of pleasure in it. He shouldn’t have run. But even if he didn’t, the devil would find him an easy meal before he could say nineteen jacks on the wall. His imminent death was near. Then, he found the materials to make fire, hoping to burn the man when he approached. He waved it desperately in front of him, watching as the monster spat at it; made it bigger. Monstru yanked it out of his hand, and threw it on an altar nearby. That cave was where he had found out about Paul and Caroline. It lit up, giving Patrick the chance to see his brother in his other form. He screamed like a little girl, in fear of the powerful creature that faced him.
Monstru had goat horns, raked back, protruding from his head. His eyes were rubies, and his teeth were big and numerous, all were like a crocodile’s. He had a snout, of a wolf, and his tongue was of a snake. His hands were clawed, just like a cat’s paws, his tail was spiked like a crocodile’s, yet it had a tail fin, like the aqua predator, and it swayed like a snake’s would. His ears were pointed, and his grin was like a shark’s. But the strangest about him was the fact he didn’t grow hair all over, and that he had not much of a nose. He glared at him, and rasped, “Strike three, and you’re OUT!” His laugh was high-pitched, like a hyena’s, also had a familiar cry of a dolphin hidden. He pinned him down and started on his legs. “I’ll feast on you, just like your brother had suffered while you watched the ‘movie’.”
“Oh god, this is sooo goooood...” He took his bloodied mouth off the man and slowly ate his claves, then his hands. He burped, and out fell a piece of flesh into Patrick’s mouth. “Chew, and swallow.” He retched but nothing came, then he realised his limbs were gone, and his abdomen was cut, with all the organs pulsing inside. He felt a searing paint across his chest, and his breath was getting wetter and wetter… Liquid was pouring up from his throat, and he struggled to breathe properly, choking on the salty scarlet liquid. In no time, Monstru found his target. Patrick knew no more as he died of a stab of pain to his heart.
Jack ate his lunch, but a sharp pang of guilt was felt within him. But why? Caroline was Monstru’s only love, after his foster family was killed by a deranged robber. His colleague munched on his own sandwich, reading the thoughts that ran through the other man’s mind through his eyes that glittered brown. Yellow was flashing; Chester Samuels was a bit psychic, and he knew of the whole demon thing. He knew exactly what was going on. After all, he mastered telepathy in the wizardry academy.
Nelson finished his report and glimpsed at his watch, waiting for the killer that had accidentally hung a person. Then there was a suicide victim, and a drug case. But his force was not giving him any results. But he still had time. A lot of time.
They moved in, sweat rolling down their brows as they felt the tension growing in the air when they silently twisted the knob of the door that once hid Monstru in his office. But as they moved into position, they realised that he had given them the slip again. “IAN MONSTRU”. Just as simple as that. And the knife was still bloodstained, with the blood of his human brother. They knew it was hopeless then. He had moved, and the cuffs were still missing. Who would know what he would do with them? Chain some of his victims and torture them to no end?
Monstru was ready to go; and going in the direction of Brooklyn. No more in this city. It was time to move on.
Jack was staring at the sun, watching the flaming ball rise up to it’s peak. His boss was still next to him, breathing down his neck as he planned his next attack on the drug dealers. Narcotics was easy for him, and he had a feeling he would see Monstru very soon. That night, in fact. But he would never be sure if it was true.
Then a call was heard. “I’ll take this one.” Nelson went away, listening to the frightened person on the other line. “Oh shit… Who would know what he could do with my Brooklyn cuffs!” Jack smiled. They knew. About friggin’ time…
Monstru opened the door, letting his brother in. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed his brother, using a knife to slit his hand, ad used the blood to engrave a message on the wall. The he waited for his brother top call in for reinforcement before smashing the walkie-talkie to smithereens. He carried him to the forest, where the fat man ran for his life. “IAN MONSTRU” was on the wall. And he rumbled under his breath, “Strike one.”
He sat in the cave, trying to find a way to stop the bleeding. “Strike two!” He heard the yell that had a tinge of pleasure in it. He shouldn’t have run. But even if he didn’t, the devil would find him an easy meal before he could say nineteen jacks on the wall. His imminent death was near. Then, he found the materials to make fire, hoping to burn the man when he approached. He waved it desperately in front of him, watching as the monster spat at it; made it bigger. Monstru yanked it out of his hand, and threw it on an altar nearby. That cave was where he had found out about Paul and Caroline. It lit up, giving Patrick the chance to see his brother in his other form. He screamed like a little girl, in fear of the powerful creature that faced him.
Monstru had goat horns, raked back, protruding from his head. His eyes were rubies, and his teeth were big and numerous, all were like a crocodile’s. He had a snout, of a wolf, and his tongue was of a snake. His hands were clawed, just like a cat’s paws, his tail was spiked like a crocodile’s, yet it had a tail fin, like the aqua predator, and it swayed like a snake’s would. His ears were pointed, and his grin was like a shark’s. But the strangest about him was the fact he didn’t grow hair all over, and that he had not much of a nose. He glared at him, and rasped, “Strike three, and you’re OUT!” His laugh was high-pitched, like a hyena’s, also had a familiar cry of a dolphin hidden. He pinned him down and started on his legs. “I’ll feast on you, just like your brother had suffered while you watched the ‘movie’.”
“Oh god, this is sooo goooood...” He took his bloodied mouth off the man and slowly ate his claves, then his hands. He burped, and out fell a piece of flesh into Patrick’s mouth. “Chew, and swallow.” He retched but nothing came, then he realised his limbs were gone, and his abdomen was cut, with all the organs pulsing inside. He felt a searing paint across his chest, and his breath was getting wetter and wetter… Liquid was pouring up from his throat, and he struggled to breathe properly, choking on the salty scarlet liquid. In no time, Monstru found his target. Patrick knew no more as he died of a stab of pain to his heart.
Jack ate his lunch, but a sharp pang of guilt was felt within him. But why? Caroline was Monstru’s only love, after his foster family was killed by a deranged robber. His colleague munched on his own sandwich, reading the thoughts that ran through the other man’s mind through his eyes that glittered brown. Yellow was flashing; Chester Samuels was a bit psychic, and he knew of the whole demon thing. He knew exactly what was going on. After all, he mastered telepathy in the wizardry academy.
Nelson finished his report and glimpsed at his watch, waiting for the killer that had accidentally hung a person. Then there was a suicide victim, and a drug case. But his force was not giving him any results. But he still had time. A lot of time.
They moved in, sweat rolling down their brows as they felt the tension growing in the air when they silently twisted the knob of the door that once hid Monstru in his office. But as they moved into position, they realised that he had given them the slip again. “IAN MONSTRU”. Just as simple as that. And the knife was still bloodstained, with the blood of his human brother. They knew it was hopeless then. He had moved, and the cuffs were still missing. Who would know what he would do with them? Chain some of his victims and torture them to no end?
Monstru was ready to go; and going in the direction of Brooklyn. No more in this city. It was time to move on.
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Please Login to post comments| On February 10th 2008 popopoas Said : | |
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Thanks. The end is here for "THE LAST CASE", but the sequel- I'm still working on it! |
| On February 9th 2008 tumblegrl1994 Said : | |
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Nice job! I love it! :) |
