Philnensia

Forensics were powdering the place, like so much disinfected flies, hovering here and there. Why else not? It’s a corpse they’re surrounding, a grisly mangle at that. Had they wearing anything uniformly dark rather than their come-as-you-are indifference to death, then the proper image would be that of vultures or ravens. Humane though, they did not gloat over the victim like I would, had I been in a massacre-ing mood. But today, this has just gone too far.

The latest victim is a pop-princess. Maybe she had it coming, making a farce about rehab, conversion, then debauchery once more. Bad example for kids. Well, hope the parents or the networks won’t flash her entrails like so much strawberry blond hair dolloped with ketchup. The investigators were stumped. No prints, no murder weapon, no motive, and no trace. They got a video of the guy, but the face did not turn up in any database. I should know better.

If I’m so bad, why’d I end up with the good guys? Well, you gotta take care of those which you feed on.

“Whaddaya think rookie? One of them evil cult groups?” A sincere faced officer asked me. Rookie? In this job probably. Little did he know I’m far far older.

“I don’t think so. But I’ll try to solve this.”

“Best of luck. We’re up against a master serial killer, and pity the singer. She could be as old as Madonna if she wasn’t so unlucky now.”

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“How did you find me? Nobody could have known this cabin!” The perp was flabbergasted. Maybe his ego was to large to be outwitted, or discovered. He didn’t flinch with a gun pointed at him though. I enjoyed that part of the FBI pro-forma. The fool, hadn’t he noticed the hardwood door flying, ripped from the hinges out of the ordinary. Gonna enjoy his surprise indeed.

“Your aura-l trail was easy enough to follow. Plus your image in those passers-by’s minds was bright as day.” Now I dropped the pretense of a gunslinger and threw aside the miscellaneous accessory. From where he now cowered, he could see my form change that terrified even one such as him, while my eyes bathed the foyer with a black-light glow.

“Oh no, pack-lord, don’t, I’m willing to be banished. I did not know it was her…”

“Fool. I can’t risk them getting on to us, and such an outrage might do the trick. So now, payback’s a bitch.” Let me give a picture. Imagine the Tasmanian of Looney Tunes spring to life before this wolf on legs, but in furry 3-D. Then just swallow him whole. With a burp afterwards. He screamed like a soprano while my stomach acids digested him alive.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter snitches buzzed out of the cabin, capturing all the action on their microcams. They landed on the four-fingered hands of a bug-eyed white alien. He strolled up the landing ramp of the UFO. Another exclusive for their reality tv network.

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This is what comes out when I read a Stephen King novel and then try not to be late for a prime-time rerun of X-Files.