Commander Blake began to hack into the mainframe system carefully, his two
colleagues, Shizuku Tonderui and a Cyborg named simply Master Chief stood
watch in front of him, patiently waiting for anything to happen. "Shit, two
walkers and a scuttler! Fire in the hole!" Shizuku yelled, pulling and
holding the trigger on the shotgun. Master Chief just began to fire his
automatic rifle while Blake kept hacking into the system. It all seemed to
happen in slow motion. Shizuku kept firing and switched to his
flamethrower, but it was too late, a walker stabbed Shizuku in the neck,
the tentacle bursting through the back of Shizuku's neck. He grabbed his
neck, trying to pull the tentacle out. Shizuku pulled the trigger on the
flamethrower, burning off the tentacle and burning up the walker. He fell
to the ground, Master Chief knelt down "Your going to be ok Shizuku" he
said blankly. "You're a shitty liar Chief, it was.an honor working with you
guys." Shizuku sputtered out before his eyes rolling to the back of his
head. "That was it your honor, we did not kill Shizuku at all. We couldn't
save him, god knows we wanted to." Blake finished, after the tape from
Master Chiefs video recorder finished. "I see, well, so that's is it? So
how is it that Shizuku has a bullet hole in his arm, leg, and three bullets
in his chest?" The judge asked. "Yes, well that we have no part of." Blake
replied calmly. "I see, well, you're free to go. Court is adjourned." The
judge said, rapping his gavel on the pad. Blake sighed a breath of relief,
he didn't know what it was that happened to Shizuku down there, all he knew
is it couldn't have been good. In the morgue, the autopsy was being
preformed on Shizuku's body. It was one of the weirdest cases the Coroner
had seen ever. He wrote in his log, it looked something like this "Day 2 of
the study of the horror body, or so my colleagues have named it. I have
found multiple wounds in the chest cavity; they seemed to be what can only
be explained as thin but firm holes. One arm has been mutated into what
seems to be two thick appendages, tentacles even. His brain has decreased
it's capacity by ten percent, two parts remained, pain, and the malicious
intent of killing anything. Its teeth have even been changed, sharpened,
and fanged even. As for the skin color, ebony white with hints of red veins
and blue speckles. Autopsy to be completed tomorrow, chief Coroner, John
Deacon." When John Deacon went to get Shizuku's body for the last report,
it was gone. He crept down, hearing the sound of a steady dripping sound.
Deacon looked around, curious as to what that sound was. When he opened the
cold storage door he found his assistant, dead. Deacon backed away in
horror, his assistant had been gutted and hanged with his own organs. The
purple and blue veined organs held the man on a meat hook, the steady drip
from the ripped body; the man's heart was still pumping blood, as if he was
alive still. Deacon notified the police and was taken into the witness
protection program, the FBI disclosed the case of a simple body stealing,
and the assistant was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Deacon
couldn't help but wonder as he sat in his new home in Detroit, if the FBI
report was true, who wanted a body so badly; they would kill a man so
gruesomely for it?
