One thing you can count on: You push a man
too far,
and sooner or later he'll start pushing back.
This wasn't the first one.. this was a follow
up to a string of murders.
It was like Christmas, every month a new gruesome
present for me to open.
You could say this Doduo got tangled up in
affairs, twisted like the cheap pretzel you'd
get on your short break, with the salty taste
of death sprinkled on top.
Carefully picked out.
This wasn't the case of wrong place, wrong
time.
"Jenny."
"Sir?"
"Get me a coffee.
Black."
"Right away Sir."
When you're in this deep there's no way of
getting out.
If only Tim was here, we'd crack this case
in no time.
Me and Tim had been partners for a long time.
Almost like a cheesy crime show on TV, we
were the buddy cops everyone was jealous of.
However, all good things come to an end, especially
when lifes biggest obstacle gets in the way...
Puberty.
Tim got bored and left me behind in the ashes
of what used to be fond memories.
The only thing that kept me running was the
taste of cheap coffee.
This hot liquid pouring down my throat like
lava, forcing me to stay in this hell hole.
It was a blessing straight from the devil
himself.
Jenny.
The sweetest angel at the department, her
smile could heal wounds.
If only I wasn't the bitter bastard I was,
I could be more for her.
"Sir!"
"What is it Jenny?"
"Another one.
Just now."
"Let's go."
I knew from the get go that this one felt
different.
More deliberate, planned... executed.
The killer was acting like a child and I was
his favorite toy.
He had me under his control, controlled what
I did and didn't see.
Here, he was trying to show me something specific.
"Jenny, we're heading back."
"Is there anything you need from me Sir?"
"No thanks Jenny, go get some rest.
Good work today."
"Sir."
It's the calm before the storm that scares
me the most and I was about to hit it head on.
The killer was creative, making letters out
of his victims.
Like a nightmare on Sesame Street, he painted
his pictures with blood and intestines.
I got hit in the face with the shovel of reality
before the storm even came,
realising I was already too late.
"Jenny!"
The weather made the scene as my tired feet
ran off in the distance, feeding off of the
idea it was gonna make a difference.
-Loud door bang-
"Freeze!
Police!"
But I was already too late.
"No, no no no no...
Please no."
She was the dame to die for, but instead,
the grim reaper didn't even give me that.
"Give it up you sick bastard!
It's the end of the line!"
"If only I was as popular as you Pikachu."
"What?"
"If only you would show people that I was
also as important as you were."
"Well."
-Chuckels-
"Now the spotlight is on me!"
-Hysterical laughing-
"How does it feel Pikachu?!
"To have everyting taken from you?!"
"You took my childhood from me!"
Tim was right, I was a sucker for the press.
As flies were attracted to crap I was attracted
to cases.
Didn't think about Tim's feelings at all.
Now it made him like this.
"But why resort to killing?!
You're better than that!"
"HA!"
"You know I wanted to be Pokemon master!"
"I wanted to be... the very best!"
"But instead of that, I was chasing you around
all the time."
"This..."
"is so much more fun."
"Gotta kill em all, right Pikachu?!"
"And I haven't killed a Pikachu yet...!"
"Don't you do it..."
-Gunshot-
-Grunts-
"Damn it Tim!"
"Looks like... I'll be flying off... Again..."
"Heh..."
"Noooooo!"
They were all dead.
The final gunshot was an exclamation mark on everything that had led to this point.
I ended up being the villain of the story, the center of it all.
Making victims of the people I cared for most.
-sigh-
At least the coffee is still crap.
-sips coffee-
