Mordekiller! Or The Death of Margaret
Written by Andrew Berry (a.k.a PsychoZoid)
Chapter 3: The Bet
In the hospital parking lot, a jet black Cadillac was parked. From the car emerged a tall muscular man wearing a beige long trench coat and a beige fedora. He also had a thick reddish-brown full beard, thick eyebrows, and a stern face.
As he walked towards that the hospital door, he spotted an anthropomorphic gumball machine banging his head violently against a street lamp in frustration. His screams are heard faintly.
The man gave a disgusted look in his face when he saw this. He then shook his head and simply ignored the sighting and continued forward to the entrance.
When he finally reached the front door of the hospital, through the doorway he passed a group of people exiting the building even stranger than the gumball machine: A yeti wearing pants, a floating ghost with an arm on his head, an overweight green-skinned man, another man with a giant head resembling a lollipop, and raccoon boy, and a beaver girl wearing clothes, and they were all walking on two feet (and floating for the ghost's case). The man gave out an even more disgruntled look on his face and growled underneath his breath.
"Fucking weirdoes…" mumbled the mysterious man.
Once he entered the hospital waiting room filled with sick and injured patient waiting to be examined, he immediately walked straight to the reception's desk.
"May I help you?" said the receptionist, a brunette woman wearing all pink.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a room where a dying bitch is dying in it…" The man answered "Know the number? I heard she was pushed off a building by some bloke, I'm here to investigate…"
"You mean Margaret the Cardinal?" asked the receptionist.
"Yeah, that's the bitch…" replied the man.
"Unfortunately sir, only friends and relatives of Ms. the Cardinal can only be allowed to visit her." The receptionist "Are you relating to her at all?"
"No, but look here bitch: I'm the high-profile homicide detective Anthony DeFazio! 26 years and running!" the man said with anger in his voice, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his detective badge "I've been bustling down criminal for a quarter of century; I should be automatically authorized to visit this bitch!"
"But the patient isn't even dead yet, sir…" said the receptionist startled.
"Well, the bitch is going to die soon!" snapped Detective DeFazio "Now I must see and asked her who her who was the one pushed her off that damn building!"
"I can't let you sir" said the receptionist, she started to become frightened with his yelling "Like I said only friends and relatives can—"
Then with a flash, DeFazio grabbed the woman by her collar and pulled her against his face.
"Listen here you stupid bitch!" DeFazio spat in her face as he growled "If you let me see the dying bitch, I will fucking floor you so hard behind your desk all over the other dying bitches and faggots in this room we see. Now you don't want that to happen, huh!?"
With her pink collar still clenched in DeFazio's giant fist, the frightened receptionist finally gave up. "Alright… S-she's in room 9B… It down at the end of the hallway…" She struggling on her word since her pulled out collar was almost choking her.
DeFazio let go of the receptionist collar and she dropped right back on her chair.
"Thank you very much, bitch." DeFazio said to her "Here, have a 2 dollar bill for all the trouble. They're pretty rare these days."
The receptionist received the 2 dollar bill from him, and DeFazio swaggered far down the empty hallway to Ms. Margaret the Cardinal's room of number 9B.
Back in Margaret's room, Mordecai kneels over her bed. Putting his head down on her bloody body with his arm covering it and sobs some more.
"Whhyyy, Margaret whhyyy…" he sobbed.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, Mordecai ignored it. After a few seconds the door opened, and a tall figure wearing trench coat and fedora emerges and approached the bed. He immediately notices Mordecai crying noticing more on his bird and human mixed features
Ugh, a furry… The man thought how I hate those freaks…
The man stopped in front of the foot board of the bed. He then look sternly at Margaret covered in sheets.
Damn, she's not even conscious... he thought again, I guess I have to interrogate the anthro...
and then he looked straight at Mordecai again. He cleared his throat for Mordecai's attention, and the blue jay looked up.
"Hello, I'm private detective Anthony DeFazio," the man introduced himself "I'm investing this incident involving this bitch being pushed off the Goochie Tower…"
"Hi…?" Mordecai responded
"Mind if I take a peek at her?" DeFazio asked
"No…" Mordecai shook his head.
DeFazio went around the bed and pulled off the covers. He saw the disfigured cardinal, who didn't look like herself at all, but he still noticed that she was a bird.
God, another furry freak… He thought with disgust I can't believe I'm dealing with a bunch of delinquent anthros…
DeFazio recovered her again, and he pulled out a small writing pad and wrote down some notes on witnessing Margaret. After finishing, he put the pad back into his coat pocket. He then looked down at the kneeling Mordecai again.
"Alright, who was the last person to see this bitch before her accident?" DeFazio asked.
Mordecai gulped a little, he brought his head down. "That would be me…" he said anxiously.
"Were you on the roof with her, before she was pushed off from the building?" DeFazio interrogated the blue jay.
"Yeah…" Mordecai spoke innocently "But, I don't remember what happened, I passed out when it all happened…"
"If you were the last one to see her, then you got to be the one who pushed her, don't you think?" DeFazio said.
"Well, yeah!" Mordecai finally looked up at him "But I didn't push her I swear."
"Maybe you were intoxicated from alcohol or from a drug, where you can't remember anything…" DeFazio
"No, that can't be it, I don't drink or do drugs" Mordecai said
"Well whatever you say…" said DeFazio "But until further notice I putting you down as a suspect to this case. But I won't arrest you…"
No please don't!" Mordecai objected "I swear! I did not push her!"
"Calm down, you furry fruit," DeFazio grumbled "How we make a bet here…"
"Um, what bet?" Mordecai said bewildered.
"I'll tell you: If this bird bitch here dies and I get enough evidence about it, I will arrest you and lock you up for either first degree murder or manslaughter" DeFazio explained
"But if she does indeed survive the coma and the injuries," he continues "Then you are free to go, and I will reward you with any amount of money you, the largest is $500,000."
"I will take the 500,000 bucks!" Mordecai agreed with the bet, finally standing up with a bit of confidence.
"Then it's a deal!" DeFazio said, he then paused for a moment and spoke again "Better where, do you work at?"
"I'm a groundskeeper at this town's park," Mordecai told him "I live there too. At that big blue house in the center of it,"
"Then tell you what, I will donate half of the 500 grand to park for improvement, and half of it too you, deal?"
"Deal!" Mordecai said and walked over to DeFazio and shook his strong hand (With DeFazio feeling disgusted that he's actually touching an anthropomorphic bird.) "She'll be still alive, I'm sure of it!"
Then DeFazio started to look stern again, as his eyes fell on the life support machinery that was attached to Margaret's organ.
"Sure, it's easy to be confident and believe that the bitch will be still alive…" DeFazio said "But you will have realized that you're going to have to pay a lot of money for those machines to pump air into the furry bitch's body."
"Well, I will do the best I can to keep Margaret alive!" Mordecai said "There's no way she's going to die. I lov—um, never mind…"
"Well, whatever you say," DeFazio replied "As long as you got $100,000 or so to pay the hospital, I'm sure the bird bitch will stay alive too."
DeFazio then held out his wrist, and peered down at the ticking silver wristwatch. "Anyway, I have to jet. I have a meeting at 6. Just remember our bet we made, my fur faggot friend…"
"Oh, I will." Mordecai said
And with further ado, DeFazio left the room closing the door behind him. After watching him leave, Mordecai walked closer to Margaret's bed. After avoiding the wires of the machines, he looked down at Margaret's sheet-covered head, and he but place his hand gently on her body.
"Bear with me Margaret, and don't worry, I know you will come back healthy!" he tells her.
After that, Mordecai left the room too, for he is returning home.