A Bitter Ex's Revenge (1)
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A man and a woman are sitting together in a bench in Rain Marginal's only public park, acting all lovey-dovey.
However, that mood quickly goes sour with just the man bringing up one little topic: Politics.
“You know what, if I can't protect you with my trusty handgun, then who will?”
And soon enough, after some boiling of blood, the woman declares:
“We're finished. We're through. And if I ever see your slimy face again, I won't hesitate to hit it repeatedly with a 2x4.”
She then leaves the park, with the man still lost for words as to why she would berate him and dump him in an instant.
The next day, sometime after midnight...
A hooded figure approaches the woman while she is out on a walk with her pet cat.
“Hey there, lady. I presume you hate your boyfriend and dumped him – all because he made a terrible mistake of bringing politics into your casual discussions.”
“How'd you know that?”
“Just some intuition.”
“Fine. Anyway, I don't want to see his pestiferous, damnable face ever again, just because he's not in favor of gun control. But when the unfortunate moment comes, where my most dreaded thing to happen to me indeed will happen...”
“Ah. I have a solution for that.”
“What is it, oh hooded one?”
“This.”
The hooded figure brings out a mysterious object and lets it manifest its powers onto both the woman and her pet cat.
In just one minute, the woman and her cat merge and are transformed into a cat-eared, robed, and pale-looking figure.
The woman is surprised as she reacts...
“Wait! Why do I feel... not alive?”
“Because you crave death. Death of the man you hate the most. So I just used this... thing to fulfill your innermost desires.”
“Well... it makes sense to me. I'm already dead inside because of him, so that poor excuse of an ex won't technically kill me. His pea shooter won't match my new-found powers! Thank you, whoever you are!”
“So now... enjoy your un-life!”
The hooded figure then flees from the scene.
As a newly-sired necromancer, the woman straightaway sets off on her revenge.
She visits her ex's house, and observes that the window to his room is open.
She then stumbles upon a road-killed deer on the road near the house.
With her newly-acquired necromancy powers, she reanimates the deer's carcass, and commands it to enter the ex's house and kill it with its sharp antlers.
The unfortunate ex dies instantly of an antler to his heart.
As blood flows onto the bed, the necromancer flees, knowing that her revenge was complete in just five minutes.
One week has passed since my fateful transformation into Gjallarhorn.
I successfully do everything to keep my alter-ego a secret to everyone, and I'm living my life as normal as it should be.
Now, as I am done with my morning rituals and is about to leave for work...
“A young man named Ricky Arleston was found dead, drowning in his own blood at his home in Allpress Street, Rain Marginal. What is even stranger is that a dead deer was apparently responsible for his murder. Authorities are still clueless as to how and why the incident happened in the first place. We will keep you posted with more updates as this story develops.”
Great. A news report of a murder shrouded in mystery. Moving on...
I'm back again to my medical transcription work, making sure that all the data I've interpreted from the speeches of doctors and such are accurate. I have to wrestle with long, complicated words, especially when those words are names for medicines or rare disorders. But I take that difficulty in stride.
As I'm still absorbed in my work, Berenice draws near me with the most distressing of feelings.
“B-Bernard... I... I have some bad news... my friend Ross was murdered by a crow...”
“My condolences, but... WAIT A SEC! Crows normally don't enter our town that easily!”
“It wasn't just any crow! It was already dead, but it somehow killed him!”
“That's fishy, alright.”
“Well, you can visit the scene of the crime at the public park when you have the time.”
“OK, will do. And once more, my condolences.”
Lunch time then comes.
After a quick lunch consisting of a shawarma-styled burrito and red iced tea, I head towards the public park.
I easily spot the scene of the crime due to the yellow tape surrounding it, plus some policemen, reporters, and casual onlookers.
A policeman then asks me, “Hey, man. What are you doing here?”
I readily answer,“Just taking a peek at the crime scene, of course.”
“Are you related to the victim?”
“He was a friend of my friend, that's all.”
“Alright. You can look, but don't touch. We don't want any precious pieces of evidence inadvertently destroyed.”
“Of course.”
I take a quick peek at the crime scene.
The victim just sits on a bench, his eyes gone and his face excessively bloodied from presumably being pecked with brute force by a crow that now sits beside him, lifeless.
As I observe the crow...
I sense nothing fishy in it.
Something must have forced the crow to peck its victim to death, even though the crow itself is dead.
Does that mean...
Just now, I overhear a nearby phone conversation from a policeman.
From what I make out of it, it seems the police are just alerted of another murder somewhere in this town, and the alleged perpetrator is yet another dead animal!
I can also barely hear the address from the cop.
Gateley Center, a mall just a few walks from here.
OK then, I'm off.
Right here at the mall in just a few minutes.
And by the fountain at malls' facade...
I can see yet another victim and its presumed murderer.
This time, the victim was done in by drowning in the fountain.
And right beside the victim was a dead monkey whose hand held the victim's head that was submerged.
It's all the more suspicious.
By local law, monkeys and primates are not allowed to become pets.
So what is one doing here?
As I go deeper in thought in piecing all of these murder scenes together...
I can sense something dashing behind my back.
It's all clear to me now.
That figure is most likely the one who manipulated already-dead animals into killing those victims!
- Writer
