VIOLATION
As written by Razorback Jack (glendarl@worldnet.att.net)
TTA characters (c) Warner Brothers/Amblim Ent. 2000
LT characters (c) Warner Brothers 2000
Any new character added into this story is either one I have created or one created with the consent of the party representing the character.
All characters/products are the sole property of their owners.
Rated R: Language, violence
***
In our last chapter, Homicide claimed his first victim, a rabbit named Trinity. Now, let's see what comes up next...
***
Chapter 5: The Dawning Turmoil
It was dawn. The rain had sputtered out moments before, and the rosy light of the sun began to peek out of the dark. A slight rainbow formed to the east, while the light began illuminating the soon-to-be busy town of Acme Acres. The light danced on the puddles as the early birds went looking for their worms, which had been driven to the surface by the rain.
In a back alley of the city, a local bar and grill began stocking for the day's latecomers, the bums and the rednecks from afar. Two employees helped load up the bar from the back door.
"Hey, Vinnie, you got that end?"
"Yeah, I got it, Lou. You wanna make somethin' of it?"
"Nah, I've got enough troubles already...huh?"
Louis looked down the street and spotted what appeared to be someone in leather.
"Hey, Vinnie, look over there..."
"So it's a buncha leather. So what?"
"Ya ever seen leather sprout ears before?"
"Wha?!"
Suddenly, Vinnie realized what Louie realized: there was someone over there. Louie, somewhat unconcerned, went to check while Vinnie continued loading.
"Geez, look at that...looks like someone OD'd last night...waitaminute...blood?"
Louie looked down over the body and lifted the head. He saw Trinity's face, blood dripping from her mouth.
"Jeezus...VINNIE! Call the cops! We've got a dead one 'ere!"
***
7:30 a.m.
The police had arrived at the alley behind the Acme Acres Bar and Grill to take a look at this startling crime. Naturally, the Inspector and Whatshisname were there on the spot, but when they were dealing with a case of this nature, they handled it more seriously than at other times. Murder wasn't common in Acme Acres. Many assumed toons couldn't be killed.
The Inspector knew otherwise.
"Could you repeat your statement?"
"Alright...I found the body when Vinnie and I was busy loadin' up for today's crowd. I noticed the body, thinkin' it was someone who'd overdosed on quack cocaine or somethin'. Next thing I know, I see blood all over, and this dead girl on the floor...what a world we live in, eh?"
"Hmm...thank you for your testimony. We'll continue looking at this murder from here. I'm not too sure who did it...the footprints were not made for a human foot..."
"Footprints? What footprints were there besides hers and my own?"
"There was a third set...it appeared in front of that telephone booth. But they weren't human...they seemed...robotic..."
***
Up in the structure where Homicide had made his headquarters, he reviewed his data from the encounter the last night. The microprocessor in his brain was checking through the various data concerning the execution of his plan. He heard the door behind him open.
"Camery, is it? Come in, if you wish."
Camery did so, though she had an acute sense of foreboding as she approached her master. Homicide turned to face her. At first, his face was stern, solid, almost stone-like. But she noticed the rudiments of a grin creep up on him.
"Wonderful job. That target you picked was pure genius. She actually posed a challenge to me. Not like some of those OTHER rabbits in town..."
"Wha...oh, you mean Trinity? Well, she's been a bit of an enemy ever since I came to this city. I figured if anyone deserved to be brutally murdered in cold blood by a cyborg assassin from another plane of existance, I figured it was her!"
Homicide raised an eyebrow at Camery's almost comical description.
"I almost THOUGHT you were a serious criminal and not some ditzy teenager..."
"What, can't you take sarcasm?"
"Camery, now is not the time for that. I must be quick to kill Lola."
Homicide looked outside, toward Acme Acres, where the city was now alive with vibrant color and sound. He looked closer at Acme Loo, with its distinctive bell tower and structure. He pondered the situation facing him as Camery stood by.
"Somehow...I have a feeling that perhaps killing Lola outright isn't going to do...it's too sudden..."
Camery started to feel more afraid. It wasn't like her to feel this way, so she violently shook her head. One almost doubted it could even stay on her neck, she shook her head so hard. Homicide turned to her, having heard the rattling of brains. She stopped shaking once she saw Homicide looking at her, and she stood as straight as a stick.
"Hmm...am I intimidating you THAT much?"
A smile started to creep over Homicide's face, and he turned toward Camery. Homicide moved toward Camery, and sweat started to roll down her brow. He pulled out a knife, a combat knife, and twirled it around some, almost with an evil playfulness that was magnified by his devilish grin. She dared not move, her anxiety reaching the boiling point. Her face paled as her pulse quickened with her breath.
"Perhaps then I can...solve, your problem."
He then moved the knife ever so slowly toward Camery's eye. The steel moved closer and closer to her eye, and now her heart was almost palpitating. It was soon within a millimeter of her eye. One false move and she'd be blinded in one eye. Her mind was totally scrambling, and she swore she heard scratchy violins playing harsh, sharp notes in her mind. She then noticed the knife moving downard, toward her muzzle. She froze as he brushed the knife against her teeth.
"Well, shall it be a tooth for a tooth...or an eye for an eye...or...perhaps even worse?"
Homicide let loose a cry of anger, and raised the knife to place it into Camery's skull. She shrieked in horror, and closed her eyes and cowered, or even fell on the floor. She waited...and waited...and waited...no sound of slicing metal, nor the cracking of bone. She opened her eyes, her breath heavy. Then she heard it...
Snickering?
She looked at Homicide. He had a sly grin, and the knife didn't have any marks on it. He soon began laughing out loud, and put the knife away.
"You...you..."
Camery could feel anger whelling up in her. Her face began to turn beet read, even though she wasn't a vegetable at all. The last time it turned that red was when she was caught naked in the shower by the Acme Loo Varsity Team...
"HEY!! ONE MORE CRACK LIKE THAT AND I'LL GUT YOU! ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!!!"
...eep...
Homicide merely looked at Camery's reddened face with his usual devilish grin.
"To quote yourself, Camery: 'What, can't you take sarcasm?'"
He then walked off, still laughing. That did it for Camery. She lunged for Homicide, claws extended and jaw open. She almost landed on him, when a hand suddenly shot out, grabbed her in air, and threw her over Homicide's shoulder. She was visibly dazed, and Homicide merely shrugged off her attack. She straightened her bent back as best she could and stood up, albeit dizzily.
"What the...how...h-how did you..."
"Camery...there's a key to this problem. I am a cyborg, you are not. Try and know your own limitations before you act...otherwise, you'll probably end up in a gutter somewhere..."
Homicide then walked off to look out the window. Camery brushed off the dust and eyed Homicide with suspicion. She thought about Homicide's little "joke," and then began wondering why he had such a demonic sense of humor. She then began wondering if he was more demonic than he seemed...
***
It was noon at the offices of the Acme Acres Media Establishment (AAME). The writers were in a frenzy to cover this shocking murder. As it happened, the last murder that had taken place sometime back in the fourties, in a surrogate city separate from all toon cities, known as Toon Town. As it happened, it involved a certain Edward Valient...but that's another movie, so I'll leave you to rent it.
As it happened, the media frenzy occured on the same day Adam Fox came in for an interview. After a brief interview, they slapped a fedora with a press card in it and threw him at a desk...head first. The crack of bones drew some attention, mostly from copy boys. But other than that, no one else paid any attention to the pile of fur, wood, and magazines that lay where a desk had been just seconds ago.
Suddenly, an Angry Scotsman, in fact, THE Angry Scotsman, shot out from his office.
"Hodgedogs! Canna you blind jackals pay any ATTENTION?! There's a body 'ere, and no o' you pasty-rumped wimps wer' even tryin' to 'elp the lad! Och, what's this bloody world comin' to?!"
The Scotsman then pulled on the tail sticking straight out of the rubble. He pulled a little too hard, and Adam flew out of the rubble...and hit the ceiling with a sickening splat.
"Ewww...fox on th' roof. I 'ate it when tha' happens, I tells ya!"
He then took a crowbar, and pulled Adam down. His frazzled face was stiff as a rock. The Scotsman simply shook him out like a rag, folded him up, and hoped no one representing the Far-Sighted Wrestlers League waltzed in. He then unfolded Adam and hung him on a clothesline.
"Uh, hey, sir? Could you get me down?"
"Wha? Yer already back t' normal?! I'm still surprised that someone can recover so quickly!"
The Angry Scotsman then took down Adam, and flapped him out. Adam soon reverted to his normal self, despite the fact that he had a chuck of wood sticking out of the small of his back.
"Y' sure yer OK, laddie?"
"I'm fine, Mr...uh..."
"Please. I'm the Angry Scotsman!"
"The...Angry...Scotsman?"
"Yup! An' if THA' weren' enough, I also look like one!"
"Er...yeah...anyway, can you help me get a new desk? I hate having to do my work on the floor..."
"No problem, laddie! Why, I'll tell those crazy parthenai to send it by..."
"Parthenai?"
"It's a Greek term, lad. I say it 'cause I donna wanna use th' 'B' word..."
"The 'B' word."
"Y'know...th' 'B' word..."
"Like Colleen?"
"WHAT?! Donna be silly, lad! Why, she donna even QUALIFY for tha' word! She be a stuck-up little British scalawag! Why, she donna even know wha' a GLENGARRY is!"
Suddenly, Colleen flew through the window and karate-chopped the Angry Scotsman against the opposite wall. He responded by straightening his cap (or a plaid beret with a small ball of red cotton on top) and his kilt and whipping up his cane like club.
"Och, missy, ya gone an' done it now! I've 'ad too moch t' bear, with your insultin' my 'omeland, dear Scotland!"
"Cricky, just shove a sock in it! I've 'ad it with your 'I am better than thou' attitude! You Scotsmen think you're so high an' mighty! It's bloody 'ell, I tell you!"
"Och, who are YOU t' say tha' I'm some crazy man with a shelalah?! I says you got no respect for us! Why, look wha' you crazy Brits did to Ireland! You're no better than those Iraqi dogs!"
"Fancy being told that by a man in a skirt..."
"WHA'?! Tha's IT, missy! This is a kilt! A KILT!! An' now, since you've just ridiculed th' entire nation of Scotland, you're gonna get KILT!"
With that, the Angry Scotsman let out a roar of anger and his cane suddenly revealed itself as a shelalah. Whirling it in the air, he lunged at Colleen, and the ensuing catfight (no pun intended) caused such an uproar it made the newspaper...Adam had obviously found a story worth mentioning, although he wasn't sure how it'd end. He got an answer, though: the fighters eventually shot out of the window and into the traffic five stories below.
***
1:36 p.m.
The hospital where Dr. Glentropy worked was always as busy as ever. Most of the occupants were villains and unfortunate toons who had been in the extreme misfortune to fall victim to a bewildering number of accidents and crimes. Many would recuperate within days, sometimes weeks. The more serious cases could be in for months at a time.
However, there was one room in the hospital, rarely used. In fact, the last time it had been used was during the Cloverleaf incident of 1947. A fateful year, the same year Marvin Acme was snuffed. Oddly, the D.A. decided to turn it over to the toon doctors and let them take a look. At the time, the toons discovered a way to match specific types of ink to their respective toons. The cartoon equivalent of fingerprinting was used quite effectively to prove that Marvin Acme had in fact been killed by Judge Doom.
But now, more than 50 years later, the room once again rose to life. The autopsy room was always a foreboding sight to a toon, even one in the medical profession. Dr. Glentropy swallowed hard and entered. The body of Trinity was laid flat on the examination table, stripped of the clothes to be used as evidence in case they could find a culprit. Dr. Glentropy was stricken by the beauty of the deceased, despite her background as a rebel.
The doctors congregated around the table and began the procedure. Layer by layer, Trinity's body was searched and examined. The entry and exit points of the fatal bullets were noted with grim detail. The coloration of the fur, the DNA code of the blood, the distribution of lead, and the bullets themselves. As Dr. Glentropy pulled out one of the bullets, he noticed something off.
The bullet was longer than any he'd ever seen. Similar to a round taken from an AK-74, but slightly longer. There also appeared to be more than one point, with four smaller points protruding from the base of the bullet. The points were designed to fit into a gun barrel used for 7.74 NATO standard assault rifle rounds. However, this odd new bullet variation puzzled him. No gun in existence had a bullet like this, and even if there were, he doubted that the inventor would have wanted to kill an innocent rabbit.
Something was suspicious about the whole setup...flash forward a few hours, to about 5:52 p.m.
"So, what you're saying is that this is a round more powerful than that fired by an AK-74?"
"I'm positive. With a bullet that shape, it would be possible to kill someone with a single head shot from a modified assault rifle. Normal rounds would leave the target alive for at least a few seconds. With this round, the target's dead instantaneously."
"Deep. Very deep..."
The Inspector set his violin case down on his seat and looked out the window.
"We're gonna have to make this public eventually. In a town of at least six million toons, who knows what this maniac will do? Besides, if we don't make it public, the AAME will."
"Mr. A of the IRS stopped by earlier. I hear he's compiling the autopsy report right now."
"He'd do that. He's a lawyer. Kinda makes you sick..."
The Inspector's Assistant, Whatshisname, entered soon afterwards.
"Inspector? Mr. A is here."
"Show him in. We've got business to sort out."
The Inspector turned back to his chair, then at Dr. Glentropy. Dr. Glentropy merely gave the Inspector the same look he'd given him when he found out about the murder. The Inspector plopped down on his chair, taking care not to break his fragile violin case. He took it out from behind him and placed it on his desk. It was going to be a long day...
***
8:22 p.m.
Homicide was poised to strike again. He loaded his gun with his special nanolathe clip. He then connected the miniature fusion cartridge into a side opening. His gun needed a good deal of power to run the nanolathe clip. He invented the fusion cartridge for such purposes. The door behind him opened.
"Come in, minion."
Camery stood still as Homicide finished loading his weapon and calibrating his targeting system. He turned to her, his robotic eye blood red, his gun ready to deliver a fatal blow. He merely gave her a wry grin and sat down in a chair he had placed nearby.
"Ah, Camery. I assume you have the next target processed for termination?"
At first, Camery merely stuttered. She was still trying to figure out what Homicide really was, and why he was so evil, so naturally her nerves had run a bit ragged. But she straightened out before she became completely incomprehensible.
"I think I've found one. It's some bunny named Ramona Rabbit. Personally, I think she's a bigger ditz than even BABS is."
"Whether this Ramona is a ditz or not remains to be seen. After all, a target's a target."
Camery hated it when her boss used such insensitive terms. Then again, what would you expect from a callous villain? Still, she had the vaguest feeling he wasn't telling her everything she needed to know. The incident with the knife earlier had cost her a few hairs, but it augmented her idea that perhaps Homicide was more of a villain than she could have imagined just months before...
Homicide looked toward the open window. He walked toward it, his gait one of both grim efficiency and surprising relaxation. He stood in the window, gun in hand, looking for his prey. For a moment, Camery felt as if he was going to jump into the street below.
He didn't.
A fire suddenly shot out from his robotic feet, and he shot up, his body stiff, his head looking toward the sky. Trails of smoke and ash were left behind, and Camery coughed slightly. She wasn't used to such odors. She also wondered why Homicide would use such low-grade fuel. As she saw the by now small dot sail into the inky blackness of night, she could only wonder how this next escapade would end...
***
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As written by Razorback Jack (glendarl@worldnet.att.net)
TTA characters (c) Warner Brothers/Amblim Ent. 2000
LT characters (c) Warner Brothers 2000
Any new character added into this story is either one I have created or one created with the consent of the party representing the character.
All characters/products are the sole property of their owners.
Rated R: Language, violence
***
In our last chapter, Homicide claimed his first victim, a rabbit named Trinity. Now, let's see what comes up next...
***
Chapter 5: The Dawning Turmoil
It was dawn. The rain had sputtered out moments before, and the rosy light of the sun began to peek out of the dark. A slight rainbow formed to the east, while the light began illuminating the soon-to-be busy town of Acme Acres. The light danced on the puddles as the early birds went looking for their worms, which had been driven to the surface by the rain.
In a back alley of the city, a local bar and grill began stocking for the day's latecomers, the bums and the rednecks from afar. Two employees helped load up the bar from the back door.
"Hey, Vinnie, you got that end?"
"Yeah, I got it, Lou. You wanna make somethin' of it?"
"Nah, I've got enough troubles already...huh?"
Louis looked down the street and spotted what appeared to be someone in leather.
"Hey, Vinnie, look over there..."
"So it's a buncha leather. So what?"
"Ya ever seen leather sprout ears before?"
"Wha?!"
Suddenly, Vinnie realized what Louie realized: there was someone over there. Louie, somewhat unconcerned, went to check while Vinnie continued loading.
"Geez, look at that...looks like someone OD'd last night...waitaminute...blood?"
Louie looked down over the body and lifted the head. He saw Trinity's face, blood dripping from her mouth.
"Jeezus...VINNIE! Call the cops! We've got a dead one 'ere!"
***
7:30 a.m.
The police had arrived at the alley behind the Acme Acres Bar and Grill to take a look at this startling crime. Naturally, the Inspector and Whatshisname were there on the spot, but when they were dealing with a case of this nature, they handled it more seriously than at other times. Murder wasn't common in Acme Acres. Many assumed toons couldn't be killed.
The Inspector knew otherwise.
"Could you repeat your statement?"
"Alright...I found the body when Vinnie and I was busy loadin' up for today's crowd. I noticed the body, thinkin' it was someone who'd overdosed on quack cocaine or somethin'. Next thing I know, I see blood all over, and this dead girl on the floor...what a world we live in, eh?"
"Hmm...thank you for your testimony. We'll continue looking at this murder from here. I'm not too sure who did it...the footprints were not made for a human foot..."
"Footprints? What footprints were there besides hers and my own?"
"There was a third set...it appeared in front of that telephone booth. But they weren't human...they seemed...robotic..."
***
Up in the structure where Homicide had made his headquarters, he reviewed his data from the encounter the last night. The microprocessor in his brain was checking through the various data concerning the execution of his plan. He heard the door behind him open.
"Camery, is it? Come in, if you wish."
Camery did so, though she had an acute sense of foreboding as she approached her master. Homicide turned to face her. At first, his face was stern, solid, almost stone-like. But she noticed the rudiments of a grin creep up on him.
"Wonderful job. That target you picked was pure genius. She actually posed a challenge to me. Not like some of those OTHER rabbits in town..."
"Wha...oh, you mean Trinity? Well, she's been a bit of an enemy ever since I came to this city. I figured if anyone deserved to be brutally murdered in cold blood by a cyborg assassin from another plane of existance, I figured it was her!"
Homicide raised an eyebrow at Camery's almost comical description.
"I almost THOUGHT you were a serious criminal and not some ditzy teenager..."
"What, can't you take sarcasm?"
"Camery, now is not the time for that. I must be quick to kill Lola."
Homicide looked outside, toward Acme Acres, where the city was now alive with vibrant color and sound. He looked closer at Acme Loo, with its distinctive bell tower and structure. He pondered the situation facing him as Camery stood by.
"Somehow...I have a feeling that perhaps killing Lola outright isn't going to do...it's too sudden..."
Camery started to feel more afraid. It wasn't like her to feel this way, so she violently shook her head. One almost doubted it could even stay on her neck, she shook her head so hard. Homicide turned to her, having heard the rattling of brains. She stopped shaking once she saw Homicide looking at her, and she stood as straight as a stick.
"Hmm...am I intimidating you THAT much?"
A smile started to creep over Homicide's face, and he turned toward Camery. Homicide moved toward Camery, and sweat started to roll down her brow. He pulled out a knife, a combat knife, and twirled it around some, almost with an evil playfulness that was magnified by his devilish grin. She dared not move, her anxiety reaching the boiling point. Her face paled as her pulse quickened with her breath.
"Perhaps then I can...solve, your problem."
He then moved the knife ever so slowly toward Camery's eye. The steel moved closer and closer to her eye, and now her heart was almost palpitating. It was soon within a millimeter of her eye. One false move and she'd be blinded in one eye. Her mind was totally scrambling, and she swore she heard scratchy violins playing harsh, sharp notes in her mind. She then noticed the knife moving downard, toward her muzzle. She froze as he brushed the knife against her teeth.
"Well, shall it be a tooth for a tooth...or an eye for an eye...or...perhaps even worse?"
Homicide let loose a cry of anger, and raised the knife to place it into Camery's skull. She shrieked in horror, and closed her eyes and cowered, or even fell on the floor. She waited...and waited...and waited...no sound of slicing metal, nor the cracking of bone. She opened her eyes, her breath heavy. Then she heard it...
Snickering?
She looked at Homicide. He had a sly grin, and the knife didn't have any marks on it. He soon began laughing out loud, and put the knife away.
"You...you..."
Camery could feel anger whelling up in her. Her face began to turn beet read, even though she wasn't a vegetable at all. The last time it turned that red was when she was caught naked in the shower by the Acme Loo Varsity Team...
"HEY!! ONE MORE CRACK LIKE THAT AND I'LL GUT YOU! ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!!!"
...eep...
Homicide merely looked at Camery's reddened face with his usual devilish grin.
"To quote yourself, Camery: 'What, can't you take sarcasm?'"
He then walked off, still laughing. That did it for Camery. She lunged for Homicide, claws extended and jaw open. She almost landed on him, when a hand suddenly shot out, grabbed her in air, and threw her over Homicide's shoulder. She was visibly dazed, and Homicide merely shrugged off her attack. She straightened her bent back as best she could and stood up, albeit dizzily.
"What the...how...h-how did you..."
"Camery...there's a key to this problem. I am a cyborg, you are not. Try and know your own limitations before you act...otherwise, you'll probably end up in a gutter somewhere..."
Homicide then walked off to look out the window. Camery brushed off the dust and eyed Homicide with suspicion. She thought about Homicide's little "joke," and then began wondering why he had such a demonic sense of humor. She then began wondering if he was more demonic than he seemed...
***
It was noon at the offices of the Acme Acres Media Establishment (AAME). The writers were in a frenzy to cover this shocking murder. As it happened, the last murder that had taken place sometime back in the fourties, in a surrogate city separate from all toon cities, known as Toon Town. As it happened, it involved a certain Edward Valient...but that's another movie, so I'll leave you to rent it.
As it happened, the media frenzy occured on the same day Adam Fox came in for an interview. After a brief interview, they slapped a fedora with a press card in it and threw him at a desk...head first. The crack of bones drew some attention, mostly from copy boys. But other than that, no one else paid any attention to the pile of fur, wood, and magazines that lay where a desk had been just seconds ago.
Suddenly, an Angry Scotsman, in fact, THE Angry Scotsman, shot out from his office.
"Hodgedogs! Canna you blind jackals pay any ATTENTION?! There's a body 'ere, and no o' you pasty-rumped wimps wer' even tryin' to 'elp the lad! Och, what's this bloody world comin' to?!"
The Scotsman then pulled on the tail sticking straight out of the rubble. He pulled a little too hard, and Adam flew out of the rubble...and hit the ceiling with a sickening splat.
"Ewww...fox on th' roof. I 'ate it when tha' happens, I tells ya!"
He then took a crowbar, and pulled Adam down. His frazzled face was stiff as a rock. The Scotsman simply shook him out like a rag, folded him up, and hoped no one representing the Far-Sighted Wrestlers League waltzed in. He then unfolded Adam and hung him on a clothesline.
"Uh, hey, sir? Could you get me down?"
"Wha? Yer already back t' normal?! I'm still surprised that someone can recover so quickly!"
The Angry Scotsman then took down Adam, and flapped him out. Adam soon reverted to his normal self, despite the fact that he had a chuck of wood sticking out of the small of his back.
"Y' sure yer OK, laddie?"
"I'm fine, Mr...uh..."
"Please. I'm the Angry Scotsman!"
"The...Angry...Scotsman?"
"Yup! An' if THA' weren' enough, I also look like one!"
"Er...yeah...anyway, can you help me get a new desk? I hate having to do my work on the floor..."
"No problem, laddie! Why, I'll tell those crazy parthenai to send it by..."
"Parthenai?"
"It's a Greek term, lad. I say it 'cause I donna wanna use th' 'B' word..."
"The 'B' word."
"Y'know...th' 'B' word..."
"Like Colleen?"
"WHAT?! Donna be silly, lad! Why, she donna even QUALIFY for tha' word! She be a stuck-up little British scalawag! Why, she donna even know wha' a GLENGARRY is!"
Suddenly, Colleen flew through the window and karate-chopped the Angry Scotsman against the opposite wall. He responded by straightening his cap (or a plaid beret with a small ball of red cotton on top) and his kilt and whipping up his cane like club.
"Och, missy, ya gone an' done it now! I've 'ad too moch t' bear, with your insultin' my 'omeland, dear Scotland!"
"Cricky, just shove a sock in it! I've 'ad it with your 'I am better than thou' attitude! You Scotsmen think you're so high an' mighty! It's bloody 'ell, I tell you!"
"Och, who are YOU t' say tha' I'm some crazy man with a shelalah?! I says you got no respect for us! Why, look wha' you crazy Brits did to Ireland! You're no better than those Iraqi dogs!"
"Fancy being told that by a man in a skirt..."
"WHA'?! Tha's IT, missy! This is a kilt! A KILT!! An' now, since you've just ridiculed th' entire nation of Scotland, you're gonna get KILT!"
With that, the Angry Scotsman let out a roar of anger and his cane suddenly revealed itself as a shelalah. Whirling it in the air, he lunged at Colleen, and the ensuing catfight (no pun intended) caused such an uproar it made the newspaper...Adam had obviously found a story worth mentioning, although he wasn't sure how it'd end. He got an answer, though: the fighters eventually shot out of the window and into the traffic five stories below.
***
1:36 p.m.
The hospital where Dr. Glentropy worked was always as busy as ever. Most of the occupants were villains and unfortunate toons who had been in the extreme misfortune to fall victim to a bewildering number of accidents and crimes. Many would recuperate within days, sometimes weeks. The more serious cases could be in for months at a time.
However, there was one room in the hospital, rarely used. In fact, the last time it had been used was during the Cloverleaf incident of 1947. A fateful year, the same year Marvin Acme was snuffed. Oddly, the D.A. decided to turn it over to the toon doctors and let them take a look. At the time, the toons discovered a way to match specific types of ink to their respective toons. The cartoon equivalent of fingerprinting was used quite effectively to prove that Marvin Acme had in fact been killed by Judge Doom.
But now, more than 50 years later, the room once again rose to life. The autopsy room was always a foreboding sight to a toon, even one in the medical profession. Dr. Glentropy swallowed hard and entered. The body of Trinity was laid flat on the examination table, stripped of the clothes to be used as evidence in case they could find a culprit. Dr. Glentropy was stricken by the beauty of the deceased, despite her background as a rebel.
The doctors congregated around the table and began the procedure. Layer by layer, Trinity's body was searched and examined. The entry and exit points of the fatal bullets were noted with grim detail. The coloration of the fur, the DNA code of the blood, the distribution of lead, and the bullets themselves. As Dr. Glentropy pulled out one of the bullets, he noticed something off.
The bullet was longer than any he'd ever seen. Similar to a round taken from an AK-74, but slightly longer. There also appeared to be more than one point, with four smaller points protruding from the base of the bullet. The points were designed to fit into a gun barrel used for 7.74 NATO standard assault rifle rounds. However, this odd new bullet variation puzzled him. No gun in existence had a bullet like this, and even if there were, he doubted that the inventor would have wanted to kill an innocent rabbit.
Something was suspicious about the whole setup...flash forward a few hours, to about 5:52 p.m.
"So, what you're saying is that this is a round more powerful than that fired by an AK-74?"
"I'm positive. With a bullet that shape, it would be possible to kill someone with a single head shot from a modified assault rifle. Normal rounds would leave the target alive for at least a few seconds. With this round, the target's dead instantaneously."
"Deep. Very deep..."
The Inspector set his violin case down on his seat and looked out the window.
"We're gonna have to make this public eventually. In a town of at least six million toons, who knows what this maniac will do? Besides, if we don't make it public, the AAME will."
"Mr. A of the IRS stopped by earlier. I hear he's compiling the autopsy report right now."
"He'd do that. He's a lawyer. Kinda makes you sick..."
The Inspector's Assistant, Whatshisname, entered soon afterwards.
"Inspector? Mr. A is here."
"Show him in. We've got business to sort out."
The Inspector turned back to his chair, then at Dr. Glentropy. Dr. Glentropy merely gave the Inspector the same look he'd given him when he found out about the murder. The Inspector plopped down on his chair, taking care not to break his fragile violin case. He took it out from behind him and placed it on his desk. It was going to be a long day...
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8:22 p.m.
Homicide was poised to strike again. He loaded his gun with his special nanolathe clip. He then connected the miniature fusion cartridge into a side opening. His gun needed a good deal of power to run the nanolathe clip. He invented the fusion cartridge for such purposes. The door behind him opened.
"Come in, minion."
Camery stood still as Homicide finished loading his weapon and calibrating his targeting system. He turned to her, his robotic eye blood red, his gun ready to deliver a fatal blow. He merely gave her a wry grin and sat down in a chair he had placed nearby.
"Ah, Camery. I assume you have the next target processed for termination?"
At first, Camery merely stuttered. She was still trying to figure out what Homicide really was, and why he was so evil, so naturally her nerves had run a bit ragged. But she straightened out before she became completely incomprehensible.
"I think I've found one. It's some bunny named Ramona Rabbit. Personally, I think she's a bigger ditz than even BABS is."
"Whether this Ramona is a ditz or not remains to be seen. After all, a target's a target."
Camery hated it when her boss used such insensitive terms. Then again, what would you expect from a callous villain? Still, she had the vaguest feeling he wasn't telling her everything she needed to know. The incident with the knife earlier had cost her a few hairs, but it augmented her idea that perhaps Homicide was more of a villain than she could have imagined just months before...
Homicide looked toward the open window. He walked toward it, his gait one of both grim efficiency and surprising relaxation. He stood in the window, gun in hand, looking for his prey. For a moment, Camery felt as if he was going to jump into the street below.
He didn't.
A fire suddenly shot out from his robotic feet, and he shot up, his body stiff, his head looking toward the sky. Trails of smoke and ash were left behind, and Camery coughed slightly. She wasn't used to such odors. She also wondered why Homicide would use such low-grade fuel. As she saw the by now small dot sail into the inky blackness of night, she could only wonder how this next escapade would end...
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