Slaying A Leviathan
By Diana Moon Glampers
I own nothing. Not even original characters. Go ahead and steal them, I don't care enough to give a rat's ass on a plaque.
Chapter 1
Murder
Tracer Bullet was in his office, smoking his cheap drug store cigar. He was polishing his gun, expecting a dame or some low life to bust on in through his door as ask him to solve a mystery for him. As expected, he heard a knock, and opened it.
"Tracer Bullet?" A voice said.
"Come on in. You looking for a gumshoe?" Tracer Bullet said. The door opened. A large, anthropomorphic tiger walked in.
"My name is Hobbes Tiger. I want you to investigate a crime." The tiger said
"Well shoot, what is it?" Tracer Bullet asked.
"I saw a murder." Hobbes said.
"You saw a murder, Hobbes?" Tracer Bullet said.
"There was a man, a horrible man wearing a dark cloak and a mask. He had huge claws, the kind that would give me nightmares." Hobbes said. Tracer Bullet interrupted Hobbes.
"Whoa, man! I don't want to die! Take this investigation somewhere else!" Tracer Bullet said.
"Please? You need to help me! He killed someone important to me. He killed Spaceman Spiff." Hobbes said. Tracer Bullet's fear quickly turned to anger.
"Spaceman Spiff? What kind of a deranged monster would kill him?" Tracer Bullet said.
"I don't know. Can you find out who the masked man is?" Hobbes said.
"I'll try. Can you take me to the scene of the crime?" Tracer Bullet said.
"Sure."
Hobbes led Tracer Bullet to a dark alleyway. There was a small, wrecked spaceship in the back. Tracer dug through the wreckage to try to find a body, but only found Spiff's clothes. There were small drops of blood on them, but otherwise, there was no evidence of Spiff.
"So, how did this happen?" Tracer Bullet asked, lighting a new cigar.
"I was waiting for Spaceman Spiff to come here, so we could play. His spaceship was coming close, and I was about to jump on him to welcome him home. Then, out of nowhere, the man, the evil man with the mask and claws, jumped out of the shadows, and tore Spiff's head off. I tried to get him. I tried to kill that monster, until he disappeared." Hobbes said. Tracer Bullet took a long puff from his cigar.
"Sounds gruesome. Were there any other witnesses?" Tracer asked.
"No. I was the only one." Hobbes said.
"Well, I'll take a look at the crime scene and gather evidence. Rest easy, Hobbes. I will catch the killer." Tracer Bullet said.
"Thanks, old buddy." Hobbes said, hugging Tracer Bullet.