The wacky misadventures of a mans experience in the land of wannabe monsters

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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Chapter 24

The room was dimly lit by a single hanging light fixture that seemed to drain more light than it let in. There was a single table that our "hero" Sid was hunched over, his nose bleeding profusely. He was still wearing his sleek black suit from work, he put up quite the fight getting here too. After all that planning, all that work, all that synchronization. They figured everything out as if he had spray-painted "This was all my doing" on the blood soaked wall. He wondered if they had found his accomplices as well, Taco, Bob and Lunchbox. Not that he could move, his hands were handcuffed, a most unpleasant sensation.
A large police officer entered the room calmly, shutting the door behind him. "How did you do it?" He asked in a voice that would make lesser men soil themselves, Sid wasn't fazed "Do what officer?" "You know DAMN WELL what you did!" the man stated loudly. "Oh you mean kill everyone in that room?" Sid asked antagonistically "Well now that I think about it" "YES?" "I used mind bullets, that's telekinesis holmes." Sid said with a sickly yellow grin. The cop was getting more and more impatient by the second, what he didn't know was that Sid was slowly picking through the handcuffs. "DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY BOY?!?" The cop shouted "I like to think so yes." Sid replied calmly, which only pissed the cop off more. "I'm getting sick of your games!" The cop said angrily "And I'm getting sick of being in here" Sid replied, folding his hands on the table "I think our problems are going to work themselves out very soon."
The cop was scared now, not to let him know that though. Sid Quickly glanced at the cop's revolver "forty-four magnum" he said "nice gun you got there" the pig's face grew pale as death "know how to use it?" Before the cop could reach his gun Sid had pulled it out and had it pressed against the man's throat "Oh by the way" he stated, cocking the gun "FUCK YOU!" He promptly yelled, pulling the trigger. He laughed a little as he changed into the officer's uniform, it was pretty big on him, he hoped no one would notice. as he pinned on the badge he walked out, gun in holster. It was times like these he was glad interrogation rooms were soundproof.
on his way out he looked into the other interrogation rooms, it was there he saw Lunchbox. His face was bloody and bruised by now, he was missing a few teeth. The interrogator paced back and forth, "For the last time where are your partners?" he asked "I'm sorry piggy, I don't swing that way, so quit making passes at me." The cop delivered a roundhouse to Lunchbox's face "I'll ask you again, who helped you?" "I'm offended you'd think I would need help there piggy, don't you trust my abilities?" "Your 'abilities' are why I'm being a bit more 'extreme' than necessary." the cop stated "You killed eleven officers when we tried to bring you in, along with five civilians, two children, a few dogs and a clown." "Would've been a lot more if you hadn't sicked the dogs on me piggy old pal" Lunchbox said with a smile "What in god's name is wrong with you?" Lunchbox rose, broke from the handcuffs and stated "I AM GOD." He then proceeded to beat the living hell out of that man, Sid just stood there watching the entire spectacle, after about half an hour of watching Lunchbox beating a dead pig Sid asked "Are you done yet?"