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Shoot ’em Dead

Posted in Detective, Fiction, Sci-Fi on August 18, 2009 by GuNNhead

“Dammit, Ramirez! I want your badge, and your gun, on my desk: now!”
“Chief, listen-”
“No, you listen, Ramirez, I can’t have you running around like a god damn vigilante! Not on my watch, not on my force! I don’t know how they did things back where you came from, but here, we do things by the book!”
“I don’t read,” Ramirez said coldly, before walking out of the Chief’s office.
“Ramirez! Ramirez!” the Chief yelled after him, but to no avail.

I’d been making unauthorized busts. The Chief didn’t like it too much, but I didn’t let his bellyachin’ get to me, I was too close to care about a few stepped-on tails. Too close to finally busting Vidrio. These creeps I’d been catching were part of his battery of ghouls, and when you disconnect these types from their batteries, they lose power. I’ve been following him for years, and he’s finally slipped up, set up shop and made a new home for himself here. Juarez Vidrio, a high powered repeater that I’ve only seen in person once, when he killed my partner. There ain’t nothin’ on him in any of the books, and he’s gunna be all mine.

My contact said the info was located at a local strip joint. I take the Cruiser, roll up with no sirens. I enter the club, and it’s packed, a lot of spirit here. They respect the badge, though, and as long as I don’t cause any trouble, they leave me alone. I head straight for the back, to the performers. I don’t make it too far, not allowed in the back, especially how I look, it’d freak out the girls, she says; damn that banshee, the “manager”. No matter, I asked her about the girl I was looking for, and, as fate would have it, she was about on stage now. I head back out to the floor, and is she ever a vision; a lot of soul in how she moves. I signal her to come talk to me once she’s done her little apparition. I know the next girl on stage, seen her around, a real bloodsucker, I feel sorry for any guy that falls for this beauty of a vampire – doesn’t matter: not my jurisdiction. The other girl finally comes to talk, said her name was Etheria, I told her that I already knew, and needed some information on Vidrio. I could tell she knew much more than she wanted to say by the way her entire appearance faded; I could see right through her.

In no time at all, I had my answers. I can be very persuasive with the other side when I want to be. She told me exactly where his new haunt was. I go back to the station, drop off the Cruiser. I’m taking my civilian car for this. Finally, I’ll have my revenge, I’m not gunna call this one in; this will be my bust and my bust alone.

Sam Secours, P.I.

Posted in Detective, Fiction, Horror, Sci-Fi on August 11, 2009 by GuNNhead

A shadowed figure walks slowly down the sidewalk of a narrow street. Clouds hang heavy with awaiting rain overhead as he passes by dim street lamps. The trenched man pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his inner breast pocket, and removes the last one. He places it in his mouth, and returns the pack, composing his lapels in one swift movement. Adjusting the brim of his fedora, he casually lights the cigarette, and extinguishes the flame with a quick breath. Sam Secours, private eye. His thoughts meander around his life and he takes in the inky scenery.

This could very well be the foremost important case I’ve ever taken, which is saying a lot, as only a few short years ago, I didn’t deal with this kind of bats in the belfry-cuckoo stuff. I worked normal cases, missing people, mysteries that the police couldn’t be trusted with. It was just like how you’d expect, dames coming in with more money than they knew what to do with, throwing it at me, sending me on wild goose chases. It was ridiculous, but I loved every smoky, drunken second of it, deep down. I was the best in town, I could solve any case, it was almost too easy, I could just see the clues, read people like words out a book. Until, of course, I took a vacation. That vacation changed everything, I took a boat out to sea, and what I found there was not the peace and quiet I wanted, it was another damned case. Monsters had had their doubloons stolen by pirate ghosts, and, well, haphazardly, I solved that case like all my others. Returning back to my office the following week, I’d found that word had spread to all sorts of phantasmagorical beings. It’s been like that ever since.

37 Orchestra Ave., a small and run-down three story building. The man enters through the dilapidated and creaky door. Starting up the murky stairwell, the door falls flat behind him, shattering what remained of the glass. He continues up to the second floor, and enters the second door on the left; same layout as his office building. A fine mist pools across the floor, and around his feet. He inhales the last of the cigarette, and tosses the butt down, snuffing out the smoking remnants with his shoe, twisting. As the smoldering remains die out, a spectral silhouette appears across the room; its haunting voice emanates, echoing throughout the room.

“So, you decided to take the case, eh, Sam?”
“Could I have not?”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“So, what’ve you got for me?”
“Not much, I’m afraid; the details are murky and ill-defined.”
“They always are; shouldn’t have expected more, even when taking a case from you.”
“You have to find out who killed me, and stop them.”

Light shines in from the streets onto the face of the spectral entity: an ethereal Sam Secours; body riddled with bullet holes.

The Chemical Solution 2: The Problem

Posted in Detective, Fiction, Sci-Fi, The Chemical Solution on August 7, 2009 by GuNNhead

There is a monster on the streets of my city, a mighty creature that attacks all night. It eats the flesh of the citizens I swore to protect. I’ve been tracking it for too long now, examining the bodies, finding broken nails from when this creature tore their abdomens open to feast on the entrails like spaghetti. Most of these people were criminals that I had been following, attempting to find evidence to bring them to justice, months of investigation, wasted for a beast’s meal. Some of these criminals had a chance to fight back, and I had the fortune of finding the long and jagged teeth that had been broken near the gruesome scene. What was most intriguing is that I found multiple Mandibular canines, each approximately four to six inches long, so, either this creature can regenerate lost teeth, or there are many more of these than I can handle alone. The path taken and amount eaten, however, suggests a single creature with a slightly calculated stalking pattern. Most likely these murders are some sort of a warning, a new super-villain out to make a name for themselves.

However, I feel that there is a piece that I am missing of this puzzle: the first two murders were random, and it appears as if it nested with the bodies, feasting on them, but that pattern suddenly changed after two weeks, according to the missing persons reports. It then moved onto small crimes, petty thieves, even those with no criminal records, caught in the act. Moving up the chain, it began to interfere with my mission, cutting off my leads and devouring them with reckless abandon, or an intentional path, or even purposefully to render my task more futile than it already is. Either way, although the primary amount of its victims do not deserve life, murderers and rapists, the vilest sort of scum, this creature’s actions have become more of a nuisance than I can allow. Whatever its motives are, I don’t know for sure, but I intend to find out. All villains must be brought to justice, for there is too much evil in the world, but in my city, I am the only cure for the ills of humanity; I am the courageous Chemical Solution.

The creature’s path has been sloppy, and I have traced it back to what can only be the place where it seeks shelter. This neighborhood is all too familiar; it is where I gained my superhuman abilities, from Dr. Sheldon Steinberg. His wife had cancer, and he had been working on a cure, but she died before he found what he was after. A secret government agency then hired him, finding interesting results with his treatments. They wanted to create powerful soldiers for use overseas. I believe that I was one of the first of the successful tests, spending much time in his private lab, before an explosion at the main compound on base destroyed everything. The agency abandoned the project, leaving me with incredible super-powers, and the Doctor to continue with his former life. Though I’ve not heard from him in years, I still hope for his safety, he was a brilliant man.