Wednesday, December 3, 2008

   Alley ways, another story, read at will
The foggy morning settled in on Metrolipse. I turned on the TV grabbing a powdered doughnut. Channel seventy seven news played another awkward murder. Same old two to six holes in the throat, the victim bloodless. This has been happening for five years, and all my investigations turn up nothing. All leads take me to dead ends. All witness murdered. No sign of anyone who committed the act. I turned to look at my mail. Bills, bills and more bills, sighing I grabbed another snowed over doughnut. The only reason I bother even looking at all these murders is because the government pays my bills. Taking a satisfactory bite out of the dusted delight I grabbed my hat. My trench coat swaged with my movement. I headed out of my small and cramped apartment down the four cases of stairs that I have traveled down so many times and out into the street. The cold air took me by surprise blowing my trench coat behind me. It marked my wake in the wind and I marched onwards.
Stopping in front of a local TV shop I saw the news. The female Asian reporter spoke with a murder victim picture behind her. The roars of engines and the squeaks of breaks sounded in the hallowed city alleys from the motorized cars. The buildings surrounded the streets making everything a maze. The murder took place on 9th iron street and 101st street crossing. That was enough for me, I moved on wards in a radical pace among the hordes of people. Wearing their business suits and ties, I munched down on my powder treat as I thought.
I had arrived at the murder scene. There was a club about four blocks down, it was a night club. The kind with the flashy lights and the loud techno, these late up clubs have been nearby for all seven hundred murders I have investigated; everyone the same, a club nearby, no signs of a struggle and occasionally a sexual object like a condom or a bra. I crouched down over the puddle of blood by the bricked corner of the 40 story building. The fog began to clear up as the sun was setting high in the sky. Another long day it seems, I pulled out a note pad and wrote down the scene. Puddle of blood about two feet wide by a foot and a half long and recent. Running down the wall from what would be the usual point of kill, the throat. A garbage can was to my left. Looking over without getting up I noticed a yellow plastic see through wrapper lying down. I walked over to it and poked it with my pen. It was a condom. The news reported the female victim about 20 years of age, that’s prime time party life for the normal person. The club only justifies it more. Whoever our murder is he/she likes targeting the party people. A tin can fell over banging down in the ally way. I instinctively grabbed my 44 magnum. A retro weapon compared today’s weapons, but still packs a punch. An armored swat VTOL flew over head. Releasing the handle of my magnum still resting in its holster, I got up and walked away, note pad in hand. I decided to explore the dance club for some leads.
My stomach rumbled. It was time for some java and powder delights. Opening the door into the doughnut shop I placed six fifty on the counter. “Will it be the usually Bill” said Jenna.
“Yea extra snowed if you can babe”
“Not a problem Mr. Detective…” said Jenna sarcastically.
“Thanks” I grabbed the white filler and the java and headed for my usual corner. Sitting down I began to slurp down some hot java on the cold fall day. The blinds were half drawn and open letting the sunlight in. A couple where making out on the corner of an alley way between the shop and the bank. The girl looked about 20 and the guy looked maybe 21. He was really white, pale white maybe more like sheep wool white. The guy wore jeans and a leather jacket. The girl pointed down the alley way and the couple took off. I had a gut instinct on this, or that doughnut was more stuffed then my mind. I downed my Java. Getting up at a quick pace I set out for the door. “Got a lead, do we detective?” said Jenna
“Ya babe” I said. I took off through the door ringing the bell. The jingle of the bell sounded my leave and into the alley I went. It was a long and dark path. I came up on a rusty green dumpster. I heard giggling around the corner, I peaked the corner slowly. The guy had his pants slightly off and the girl was warped around his waist with her legs. I turned my head back keeping my cool. I sat down and leaned against the dumpster listing to them. “Oh baby” the girl said. I listened more and a hissing sound like that from a snake played out. The girl screamed and then all was silent. I got back up and turned the corner. The guy was biting the girl’s throat and gulping. I grabbed my 44 and trained it on the guy. I aimed and shot for his head as he held the limp babe. The bullet splattered in his skull and sent him tumbling to the ground. Running up to the babe still looking at the guy on the ground I glanced at her throat. Two punctures in mid throat just like our murderer. I looked back for the man on the ground and he was gone. His brains where splattered across the floor that doesn’t make sense.
A lion’s roar sounded over the 12ft brick wall at the end of the alley way fallowed by a hiss. In confusion I tripped up my hat. I heard the brawling of boxers and then with a loud thud the guy, I just shot, came flying back over the wall. He landed on the ground next to me. His eyes where wide and a fire orange like a piece of wood in the fire place on Christmas Eve. The guy moved with unnatural speed and stood back up with my trained eye barely noticing. Then a giant leaped over the wall. Its ears pulled back and its mouth grizzled bearing rows of jagged teeth like broken beer bottles. It had the muscles of the hulk and the fur of man’s best friend. The two stood and looked at each other for a moment. Then in an instant a fury of blows swung out from each side. Punches flew pummeling each other. The guy was grabbed with over sized clawed talons and squeezed. The sheep like guy spazzed and tried to escape but failed. The over sized beast bit down on the guy ripping his head off and his torso apart in a fury of blood and organs. Red covered the ground ever where. A swat VTOL sounded it sirens over head. The beast looked up and took off hoping over the 12ft wall with the elegance of a rabbit. The VTOL lowered down to a nearby roof and swat began unloading and running towards the ally way. Whatever just happened placed my head deep in the gutter…

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