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Creak
Chapter 1: Likeable
Two walk girls walk by, it takes a second for one to notice the other. I've noticed them the last couple of months.
Near a back alley, they don't see me on this fire escape.
Watch them and pick. Play God, and roll the dice, Russian roulette on a wheel where I've placed every chip on every number; I always win.
They've started talking and I already got me a winner.
The victor gets the spoils, those hot sticky spoils.
"Oh hey! You! Cream it's been so long!"
"Hi Rouge!"
Hugging, how fucking sweet this is, how enamored I am.
"How's Tails treating ya?"
"Good. Like always. He's such a hopeless romantic!"
"Really now!?"
"Kissing in the rain, flowers for no reason…a really sweet guy….What about you? How's Knuckles doing?"
"Really into his job, we don't see each other as much as we want to, but he makes up for it…if you know what I mean!"
Wink Rouge. Keep doing that shit. They both keep laughing, sugar laced and loud.
Rivet. Rivet. Rivet.
Stroke myself again. Nice and slow. Shaky breaths just shaken enough.
"Knuckles doesn't seem like that kind of person Rouge!"
"Baby, he never got out much on Angel Island! He's a freak, and he'll do whatever I want."
"I envy that."
Don't we all Cream? People don't like doing what I want, ever.
"At least Tails does silly things to surprise you! Knuckles is one-dimensional!"
"At least we're better off than Amy!"
"Tell me about it Cream! Girl messed around with Sonic, and I told her to stay back! But nnnnnnoooooooooo! She played with fire and got burned, oh so burned!"
I like fires. Hot and uncontrollable.
"Is she out of rehab yet?"
"Working on it. She's doing better, but I only visit her out of pity. That and she calls me all the time!"
"Well hopefully she'll get out soon and she'll be out of your hair! I don't think I could take that kind of stuff from her."
Can we wrap this up ladies? Please? Pretty please with arsenic and razor blades on top? Heh. Or me on top.
"I make it worse than it sounds Cream. Things really aren't that bad."
Quiet. The rabbit kindly sighs.
"We have great guys don't we?"
"Best in the world, to do anything for us! Can't get better than that!"
The bat checks her watch. Time to go. Didn't catch her excuse though, but I got mine.
"Well Rouge it was nice seeing you again! Let's catch up some time later. Maybe for coffee or nails?"
"I'd love to. Call you soon honey!"
"Bye!"
Finally, I've been following her forever. How long does it take to buy fucking shoes? Let me guess, she just had to have them! Do they compliment the earrings and the dress? These are the kind of people that drive me; the ones who actually care about other people. Dad said to put yourself first. Good advice father, because that's exactly what I'm doing.
I've learned to flicker the light switch, but it didn't satisfy me. You can't leave it on because that will piss off the electric company and then the light is turned off forever. THE LIGHT SHOULD NEVER BE TURNED OFF.
Found a way to keep it on though. Took a year of ideas, drawings, and dreams, but I found a way.
The light won't ever go out now.
Jump to the next building, two flights of stairs meet the rooftop, dash to the other end. She's still there, walking her slow little way home. Left foot, right foot, a designer handbag, yellow dress, and a pink thong clearly seen. Warm air and the sweat rolling down my face, and stroking just a little more; tasty. A couple of minutes and she couldn't walk any slower! ARGH. Hurry up and get home, you stupid cunt.
Games never should take this long to complete! Efficiency is how you play this fucker! And the bitch is holding me back?! Her mind is oblivious to me! She'll be mine and mine and mine and moan and mine and moan a little longer! Yes this is what it takes! Do you feel numb yet?! I'll make it easy on you! Understand where I'm coming from baby. NO! I SAID SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SILENCE! FUCK! STOP MOVING YOU'RE MAKING THIS HARD! Take the bedside lamp and slam her face in. Crunch, crunch, lick, lick; gulp. Bitter. Satisfying. My hand is stuffed crassly down the front of my pants.
Silence…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………exhale exhale exhale………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ………………… ………………………………………… ……………………………… ………………………………… …………………
Calm down! Calm down! Stop thinking about it. Follow her.
She'll be there soon!
It's been a long day. Fucking customers, you know? Work wouldn't be such shit without all the fucking people, I tell you. "I need to return this laptop that I bought five years ago! And if you don't let me return it, I'll call the corporate office and get you fired!" Station Square has the worst people who have ever existed.
At least I'll get to see Cream in a little while. Hm. I'll snag a bottle of wine on the way home, then we can finish where we left off.
Heh.
Stumble for my keys in my Khaki pocket and…
Holy shit! What the fuck!!
My car is on fire! COMPLETELY ON FIRE! Fucking hell! Who would….? why……? how….? when….? what now!? God damn it!
Told Cream I didn't want a cell phone. Heh, she told me I'd need in case of an emergency.
I think by a close margin this qualifies.
I know I pissed off some customers today, but my car!?
Looks like things just got a little messy.
Better call Cream and tell her the news.
But I'll call the police first.
Even when she turns the lock to a door, it's sexy. Her room is near the elevator, fifth floor, room 5223. I've been here plenty of times, but with that in mind, how should I get in? That said I've got an idea. If you knew me, you'd know I have plenty of them.
Acting time.
"Cream! Hey! How are you?"
A fast turnaround and we make eye contact. Chocolate brown meets forest green. I smell her hesitation emanating, along with a daffodil perfume. Flowers. I love flowers.
"Do I know you?"
My black t-shirt and jeans look a little imposing; a creepy Goth fifteen year old is who I look like.
"Sure! We were in the Sonic Heroes picture together! Remember?"
What's funny is that we really were. We've met, but it's been about five years, it's almost perfect that she doesn't recognize me.
"Yeah…I remember now!"
Fucking lying bitch. I don't need your pathetic upper class voice condescending me! Ugh. Maintain composure you moron. You'll have to get a little bit closer for this to work.
"Yeah, see I live a couple of floors down, and I was wondering if you had any plumbing equipment? My toilet just broke down."
"Well…Tails does keep some under the sink."
She looks worried. Makes sense. I came out of nowhere. It's time to dissolve those tricky little suspicions. I frown for her.
"Look Cream, I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have come up here. I'll go buy some somewhere. Sorry to disturb you like this."
I turn to walk away. Her guilt should be setting in right now.
"No it's okay! I'll go get them! Just hold on a second!"
Somewhere throughout my life, I heard the saying "death comes on swift wings". Couldn't be more apparent here because I'm in her living room already, she's in the kitchen, and I am completely undetected. Hiding behind this doorway, I'll strike her and bring her down. It won't be hard.
BRRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!! BRRRRRRIIIINNNNGGGGG!
The phone is ringing. It's Tails calling about his car. You'd be surprised at how fast I can get around town. I still got the pack of matches in my pocket. This place is nice. Beige, striped walls, shiny glass coffee tables, a mini bar in the corner, comfy looking sofas; I would love to live here. Snap out of it! Stop admiring and listen to the conversation! This has to work!
"Hello?"
….
"Oh my gosh! Are you okay!?"
……
"Oh thank goodness!"
…….
"Yes! I'll be there soon dear! Love you. Yeah. Kay. Bye."
Hang up.
Footsteps coming my way, you got this; you got her right in your trap. Watch her walk right out the front door. She didn't even see me.
"Hey! I gotta go pick my boyfriend from work! I'll have to get you those tools later….huh? He's gone? Whatever."
Stupid, stupid, stupid little girl!
Yep.
Close that door.
Yes.
Lock it too.
Stroke it; hold it, just one more second.
Now turn the fuck around!
She gasps, but I've already advanced.
"N—"
My stinger punctures her right below the stomach, at about bush level. Her pupils dilate and she falls to the ground. No time to scream or yelp, huh Cream? What's the matter? Nothing to say?
Mother always told me to use my more "natural" talents to get ahead in life. This works. For the longest time I didn't even know I had this gift. You see, my stinger is so big that with one thrust I can render a person unconscious. From there, I can have my way with them.
I love doing things my way.
Now where are those tools?
The kitchen is literally spotless. The rabbit must be a regular house wife. Must have been. Hehe. I wonder; could she cook? I bet her blowjobs were shit. Her sexual talents would be lacking, of course. I like them better unconscious, anyway.
But where did she say? Ah yes, under the sink! Very typical of any average person really. Kneel down. Open the white cabinets and observe my treasure. Pliers, a monkey wrench, a deadbolt cutter, duct tape; this will do nicely.
Standing back up, I pick up the bag and sling it over my shoulder. I need one more thing though.
Heh. The knife set is right by the microwave, stainless steel, and as I pull out the butcher, it makes a slinking sound, like the unsheathing of a sword.
Now I'm back in the living room. Time to get to work.
Set my tools next to her, and lean down. Breathe in. She sure smells like flowers. Plant my lips on hers. Really wish there was more time. Stroking her ears back, and kissing the neck up to the side of her face, I fumble on the floor next to her for the knife. Lick her ear.
She's already dead, but I slice her throat, just in case. The blade wedging itself into her thick, furry epidermis. Blood leaking out on both sides of the blade. Start at the bottom, and slice my way to the top, having to hack at it again at each hang up. The crimson river spilling out on the tan carpet. It really lightens the mood.
Take off her dress. Or, cut off, rather. No sense wasting time. Good. Slide her panties all the way down her smooth, long legs and off the end of her tiny feet. Wonderful. She isn't wearing a bra. It's not like she really has tits anyway. They're smaller than I thought they would be. Almost nonexistent. Now make a long straight cut from her breastbone to her pussy. Rip the skin back and now she's an open book. Break the two lower ribs with the deadbolt cutters. The sweet, sickening crack fills my ears twice. The lungs look healthy. She was a good girl at least. A real good girl. Cute. Now extract them. It'll take a little bit of strength but not much. If you have trouble, break more ribs.
The pancreas and liver are easy though. Same with the stomach, esophagus, larynx, and the intestines. Easy cuts. Real simple, like lifting pasta out of a bowl.
I got all the major organs, or the most needed ones. For right now I'll put them on the glass coffee table. I need to go clean up. Wash my gloves.
The cool water cleans my hands. Luckily I got no blood on my shoes or face. I'm sort of hungry. I'll check the pantry. She might have some good shit to eat.
Her doors are really loud though. This one creaks like a bitch. Heh, or gets her organs removed like one. Hm? Perfect. A cooler for them. Walk over to the freezer, check for ice? Plenty of it. This could be the greatest day of my life. I think it took me a couple of minutes to fill it up with ice, and it's not very heavy either.
Roll it back into the living room and pack the goods tightly. They have to stay cold or you're fucked. My boss hates botches. He kicked my ass for it last time.
If you want you can pluck the teeth out with some pliers. I just did and again, strength really isn't a issue. Get a knife for the harder ones. Slide the very tip in between the gum line and the tooth itself. Tap the hilt of the knife hard, hammering the blade as far as you can up the root. Twist and turn the fucker to pry out to tooth. Try not to lose it down the bitch's throat. That happens sometimes.
I use the teeth for my own enjoyment, but if you don't have a fetish like me, you can sell them as aphrodisiacs. No, really. No bullshit. Women think with the right tooth powder, that oral sex or blowjobs will be much more satisfying for their respective partners. A good lie can you get some nice cash. The mind will believe what it wants.
I usually just put the teeth in my pocket.
Now for the finale.
I strike a match and toss it in the doorway. Burn this place down, and cast my crime to ashes.
I like not getting caught. It kicks ass.
Running, I take the stairs at the end of the hallway five flights is easy for me, even with a cooler in tow.
In about a minute I'm on the street.
Just another day at the office.
Right?
Dialing…245-691-0906
"Yeah?"
"I'm meeting up with you, got a good shipment this time. I know it has been awhile boss."
"Perfect. Fine. I'll be outside the strip club on eighth, meet me in the back."
"On my way."
It's been a couple of hours. Cream better get here soon. I'm started to get a little worried and really ticked off.
Better call a fucking taxi.
"I love this office and I love my job."
"Yeah…me, too, Knux."
"You want to grab a drink in a couple of hours? Down at Hex?"
"Nah, let's go to Peers. I busted six or seven people at Hex last week. People hate me there."
"All right Sonic, that sounds good. Six O'clock?"
"Excellent. Look, I got to get back to work."
"Still busting guys and whores at four o'clock in the afternoon?"
"Always! Sex, alcoholism and drugs never sleep man!"
"Yeah but people sleep together all the time, and it's usually because of sex and drugs and drinking."
"Good point."
"I'm full of them."
"See you later Knuckles."
"Peace out, be careful."
"You too."
"Har har. Very funny."
Sonic is a great undercover cop. I don't know if many people know he is one, to me, he's that good. He arrested Amy, an old friend, with heroin. He actually went out with her and then proceeded to nick her! He's a bastard who loves his a job a little too much. But he was nice to Amy though, sent her to a great rehab center, and she's almost back to normal.
Robotnik died and we still live on as heroes. Well, me and Sonic anyway.
I'm a detective. I usually deal with triple homicides and rape victims. Makes you realize how petrified you can be, and how lucky you are. Anyone can be murdered at any time; I'm surprised it hasn't happen to me yet. The days do drag sometime though. I haven't gotten a good case in awhile. Times are slow and painful. Makes me wonder if I am going to get any action this month.
Ringringringringringring! Ringringringringringring!
"Hello?"
"Knuckles!?"
God, whoever this is freaked out. Sounds interesting though.
"This is he. What can I do you for?"
"This is Tails. You need to get the fuck over here. Like, now. Right now. Now!"
Tails? Haven't heard from him in a long ass time. Wonder what he wants?
"How you doin' buddy?"
"God damn it, you asshole! My car was on fire and my apartment just was too!"
"Didn't the fire department take care of that?"
I really need to fix my extension number, one off from the firemen, a simple mistake, and I get called all the time about fires.
"Well yeah, my apartment is practically fine, but…."
"Yeah?"
"My girlfriend is dead. She's fucking dead!!"
"Cream? Oh man, I'm sorry to hear about that. Fires do kill a lot of peo—"
"Her fucking organs were cut out, man! They were just fucking gone!"
"—ple and….wait? What?"
"Her body is cut open! Her throat too! And there is blood all over the place!"
"Tails, tell me where you live. Now."
"Mountainside Apartments off Carner Street. Room 5223, fifth floor. Please hurry man, this is so fucked up."
"Just calm down bud. I'll be there soon. We'll nail this bastard hard."
He says something else, but I just hang up the phone.
Me and my big mouth huh? The last week has been a nice vacation, and now I'm in some heavy shit. I take the scotch flask out of my trench coat and take hard swig. I shudder. Strong stuff, it burns your face off. I can't face this job nervously, so I drink a little bit to calm my psyche, slow down time if you will.
Better get over there fast, they'll need me.
I grab my keys and head for the door.
It's hard not to think about what Tails said though.
Her organs were removed from her body. I would say that's a new one, but there have been reports on guys doing this for money. But it's been about a year since it last happened.
But I know Cream, knew her… Cream had never hurt anybody. Why the hell would someone murder her?
All I know is that I'm going to find out.
Eighth is always barren this early in the day. No cars or people, the only cars are in the strip club parking lot.
I'm not much of one for strippers. I like innocence and untouchable beauty. Like that stupid rabbit bitch. They're no fun when they want it.
She felt good to cut, and sting, and dissect.
Wheeling the cooler behind this strip club is just asking for cops, but the police are horrible in this city.
Stupid fuckers couldn't catch me if they tried.
People regard me as a little kid. I'm too innocent, too weak to commit to a real job. Wrong, everyone is wrong. It makes me want to come clean. Just so I can see the look on their faces when they realize who cut open these people.
"You finally here?"
Boss man steps from the shadows. A long sun hat, a huge white tank top, yellow board shorts; he looks like a beach bum.
"Got the shit you wanted? Check it up."
Slowly, he paces to the cooler, and opens it. He inhales loudly through his nose and then starts digging through the ice. The next thing I know, he smiles widely. A twisted grin that shivers just about anybody. Except me that is. I could kill if I wanted to, but he's too valuable.
"This is great Charmy. You've done a wonderful job."
To hear that from Big is great. For an overweight purple cat who likes to fish, he sure is smart, and knows black-market trades better than anyone. That slow talking shit? All an act to fool people and it works beautifully. We're both underrated Mobians.
"Thanks boss. I'll keep it going. How much do I get from this? I really want to know."
"A couple of kilos. Or I could give you the street value…your pick. Like always."
I already know what I want. I just ran out of it and that's the only reason why I came out of retirement.
"Give me the coke."
"But of course."
The light toss of a blue backpack, I snatch it out of the air. And even through the bag I can smell my prize. That strong odor. Smells like good shit,
"Thanks boss, hit me up if you got a client, or we'll do it like we did it today."
"Surely. These organs will sell wonderfully. You're as a good as I am."
"Well, you fucking taught me, you bastard."
"That I did."
"See you around, I gotta run."
"Goodbye Charmy."
With these bug-like wings, I'm as fast as Sonic. You know the bitch undercover cop? Yeah, well he tried to bust me one time, and I got away. Tried to ask me if he could come over and hang out. See? People think I'm dumb. I changed apartments and phone numbers. And now no one even knows where I am.
See? I'm already home. The docks aren't actually too far from the strip club. A couple of miles at most. Took me about a minute to get here.
Three flights of stairs and I'm in my loft. I clear off the coffee table. This place is a fucking mess. But I don't care. I don't fucking care about it.
Right now is for the shit.
The rabbit's teeth are placed on the cutting board. My tack hammer comes down.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
Tooth powder. Now mix the fucking cocaine, you prick. Pour it on the table. Excellent. Make sure to get it extra fine. That's how you do it. Got some pens, hollowed them out a long fucking time ago. Enamel and fucking coke. I don't how I came up with it, but it helps me remember the victims I slay. Times to remember. God, sniff it up you bitch, you fucking cunt.
SNRRRRTTTT SNRRRTTTTTTT
Fuck me yes god damnit you are the greatest bee in the world you fucking awesome bastard, rape next time though, no organs, you have to change it up, give you something to fucking deal with, let the people know you ain't just arson and knives, scare them, baby, live this shit like the day man, live this the fuck up, you do this right you know, fucking vector and espio and shit and mighty and all those bitches who didn't think i could do jack fuck, fuck fuck that
takethetimetorememebrwhatyouredoingheremancalmthefuckdown.
A couple of hours and I'm back to normal.
This is what dreams are made of. Right?
Right?
Right?
Right?
Right?
Right?
Thanks Mom, thanks Dad.
Another?
I have nowhere to fucking be, and nobody to fucking care about.
SNRRRRTTTT SNRRRTTTTTTT
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