"YOU NEED A HERO" latest chapter

Oh boy this last month wasn't a good one.
i'm late with everything blog-related, and wrote barely nothing.
still here is the LATEst chapter.

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Another two weeks have past, and the number of deaths blamed on the “One Hit Killer” skyrocket. In matter of days, dozens of new horrific murders parade on the news – al cops. The total numbers, some of which were clearly copycats went over one hundred, and the city in panic, was about to burst in flames and riots.  The cops got the bad part of it, the front line: Thanks to the mayor lack of common sense and need of quick results, the police were diverted in tens of squads and task forces after the maniac, each one under absurd pressure from the midia and from the city politicians, who fought like jackals over the publicity that came with the panic.

Thanks to that, each task force, each little investigation group, was segregated of the others accordingly with the political bonds of the officers in charge. In the end, criminality exploded, as the killer become more legend than man.

Josh and Sammy weren’t the kind of cop who kiss politicians asses, so they were quickly brushed away from the main investigation. Not that they give a damn about it.

Using (and abusing) the chaos in their favor, they kept track of a single suspect, a strange young man, who lived alone in a old warehouse that belong to a facade company. A import and export facade company. True be told, the one who gave the tip to them was Marcy, apparently she had a affair with the mayor’s assistant, and managed to get some hot leads that no one look over, because they were busy fighting for publicity.

-Vincent works with the mayor, and lately we didn’t talk much. He is always busy with his boss, who apparently is going nuts… For real, but please, you didn’t heard that from me, right? Anyway, all the info on this case are a mess, and Vince was trying to put pieces together, but no one knows what to look for. He asked me to give a look after work, and well, a couple Louis Vitton’s later I said yes. Damn, was a bunch of crap, but then, I found this company…trading high quality carbon blades for medical purposes… And it caught my attention… I checked and it was a façade…

Sammy looked at the computer screen and scratched the back of her neck. The company made only one shipment ever. High quality carbon blades and it arrived one week before the dog and homeless killings started. But still…

-Marcy, sorry to ask, but why you give it to us? I’m sure you have plenty other friends in the force who could reward you for this information…

-True. I do have a couple “friends” that would love to have this info. “Friends” who always made me favors…in exchange of something else. I know what everyone say about me behind my back, and its true. But I am the best investigator this lab ever had. No one have more degrees, no one solved more cases, no one wrote more scientific papers. But at the end of the day I am still the department whore.

Marcy was looking deeply sad, and angry, like never before. Sammy and Josh just waited.

-This is big. Big enough to end it. My opportunity to get someone to recognize my work, and above all, my chance to dump those “friends” for good. And for it work properly, I need help. I am just a lab investigator, I barely pass my firing tests… and be honest, Sammy, Josh, we aren’t best buddies, but I made a background check on you two, just like I know you two did a background check on me, so I know you two are my best chance to do some real, REAL cop job here, without feeding up those politicians…

Sammy scratched her head again.

-Fair, we have a deal Marcy.

That was a day before the riots.

The city exploded in violence, mostly toward police, who responded with brutality, once all higher ups closed their eyes and pretend to be deaf, as long order was restored. But it didn’t: It become worst, looters, arsonists, rapists, bank robbers, political terrorists and simple honest people who just had enough shit during all their lives decided that was a good opportunity to see the world burn, and to settle scores, of course. What have started with a single serial killer had inexplicably evolved to mass hysteria.

But Sammy and Josh had a lead and wouldn’t let it slip no matter what: they went under the radar, literally disappearing of the face of the world – something rather easy during the riots- and start tracking the movements made by the facade company.

When they found a large, old warehouse/factory, half of it built with bricks and wood infested with termites, they couldn’t shake the feeling it was too easy to be right place.

With no back up and with weapons in hands, they sneaked in while the city burned around them, unaware that violent eyes hidden in the shadows watched them, rather amused.

"YOU NEED A HERO"-Part 0002#

Here is "YOU NEED A HERO" part 2; later today i will post last part of "ZOMBIES" & Monday comes second part of "CHANCES".
Please enjoy!.

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She got there an hour ago, two hours since the first patrol car arrived and two and a half hours after the first call reporting a murder was made. Lets round it up, she thinks, and the killer got three hours to escape.

Three whole hours, He could be anywhere now, even in another country.

She looks at the bodies for one last time as they are finally removed. Forensics will most probably confirm that the killer is the same guy who has been butchering dogs and homeless people in the last four years. But this time he killed someone with a girl with name and a job, and a guy who was a real prick, to be kind for those who passed away.

The girl was secretary in a multinational bank, well dressed, but in a conservative way. Soon they will call the Bank and most probably they will say she used to stay late, working extra time, really working, once her underwear was the type women only use when its absolutely sure no men will see them. In her finger a beautiful but simply engagement ring. She was still in her twenties; maybe she was making some overtime to afford a new house, or a little more elegant wedding party. She could be saving some money to a nicer wedding dress. Soon her fiancé will receive a call that his future wife was almost raped and then murdered, and he will blame himself for letting her left work so late.

The second victim was a well know son of a bitch who made a reputation stealing from pregnant girls, old ladies and kids. Last year he raped a fourteen year old girl, a mistake on his paperwork, a cop who punches him in the face in front of the press and a girl too scared and ashamed to go to court let him walk away. He was suspect of five other rapes in that area, always old ladies or teenagers. But ten rapists like him wouldn’t pay the life of one single girl who worked hard to have a less ordinary wedding.

The woman looked around. How come no one see something like that? Simple: the close curtains, turn the TV, pretend that no one is getting raped or murdered in their doorsteps.

-Fuck, this city is getting worst on daily basis.

A black man, very tall and thin come closer, and smile paternally:

-Hey partner, what’s the problem?

-Josh, the problem is that I’m getting tired of finding a new corpse on the sidewalk every five minutes and no one sees anything.

-Sammy, that’s how life in a big city is, everyone pretend to be blind and deaf, at least until someone stab them in the guts.

-It’s the same guy Josh. The same guy and we could have prevented this.

-I know, but was not our fault. Our bosses thought it was a nice social engineering, all those homeless murders, and they fucked with us until we had no choice but move along. Shit Sammy, if I recall you even got suspended over it.

-Yeah, but I got back. This girl won’t have the same luck. Now the guy now has twelve deaths on his body count.

-So what we do? Cry a little?

She looks at Josh and thanks for having such pragmatic and reliable detective as partner and friend.

-Can you guess what I’ve been doing on my free time?

-Oh! Can you guess what I have been doing on mine, Sammy?

She grins a little more.

-This guy never attacks in the same place, but he has a pattern: if you put all attacks together, animals included, this guy is making a spiral, coming from outskirts to downtown, slowly reducing his area of action, very slowly.

-Exactly Sammy, but the center of the spiral is the commercial and political center of the city, no one actually live there.

-But he could work there, Josh.

-Yes, rushy one, but thousands work there, actually I run some numbers and we got over six thousand people working there. And we don’t have anything on this guy. He could be anyone of them. I know you would, literally, investigate everyone on this list, but damn if any judge would give us a warrant on such basis. You know, from what we have in this exactly moment, we can’t do much, Sammy.

-Fair. Lets cross our fingers and hope his time forensics will do their job without the higher ups telling them to “lost” and “postpone” papers.

-And until we got it we can move accordingly with his pattern, and try to catch him up red handed.

-Or a little before. Too much red to my tastes…

Josh raises his head and smile like the man who know a secret.

-Oh, if you don’t like red, maybe you like what I just found for you, in black, white and our favorite, shades of gray.

*

I watch the sun rise; I am in peace with an overwhelming feeling of fulfillment and pure unspoiled joy. Soon they will found my first official victims; then they will try to cover my existence, but I am prepared: I put my plan in movement, and their actions will only work to make me more famous.

I am bounded to become immortal; no one can deny my fate.

I remove my uniform: black is a wonderful color. The little blood spatter is almost invisible under the faint street lights. Still, I will be cleaning it afterwards, not for fear of identification, but because I don’t want to remembered as a sloppy, untidy man.

I am now naked, my flesh exposed. I look at the mirror and for maybe the first time in my life I truly love the man I see. No shames, no despise, no second guessing or doubt, only power and beauty. My hands slide over my arms and chest, my finger tips feel the muscles and scars, my beauty marks from this day on.

I feel my hands and I remember the feeling of the knife diving on soft helpless flesh, and I realize how much I want to have this feeling again.

I look at the face of the man in the mirror.

-You are truly beautiful!

*

In an elegant medical clinic, a man dressed in immaculate keep his attention on his monitor. The fat fingers are adorned by two gold rings, one with a black opal on it, type fast. His round face, red, is covered in sweat. He only stops typing to scratch his white beard and clean his bald head with a expensive Egyptian silk handkerchief. His phone rings and he almost jump of his chair.

- Hello? Who is it?

-It’s Dover, doctor. I have news for you.

Anxious the man grab his phone with both hands.

-Spit it out!

-He started again, this time is for real. Two last night, no hobos or puppies.

-I was starting to wonder for how long he would train.

-This time no way the badges will pretend they saw nothing.

-Not of your concern. You know what to do next. Call me again tonight.

And the fat doctor turns off his phone. He lay back on his chair for a minute and look at the screen: A report with the picture of a young boy, no more than six years old.

-Project Hammer-Head. Test subject 0912 AKA “One Hit Killer-D”.

'you need a hero" is the first chapter of a weekly series i will keep from now on

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YOU NEED A HERO.

Every man has a dream of becoming a legend, immortal, remembered forever for his actions and his accomplishments. It’s an egoistic goal, but at least is an honest one, some people even try to hide such goal behind excuses, justifications, but that is pointless.

I will achieve this goal with truth and honesty, and I will be remembered for ages to come.

The night fall over this city, where I born and lived in anonymity until now, a life full of disappointment and frustration: The life of a stallion who cant run, a eagle that cannot fly, despite all the wonders I could see, I was paralyzed by fear and my own mediocrity.

But tonight I will spread my wings and conquer the skies, tomorrow the world will know what I am, what I will be, through hard work, dedication and courage.

I look down and see cars and people, so tiny. I was tiny before, but not anymore.

At first I thought about using a mask of some kind, to be easily recognized after my actions, but that would be dishonest, it would be merely a false modesty.

I will go with this face I born with.

I check my uniform, an act of vanity, I confess; it’s black, functional, and has everything I need.

I pull the hood over my head, not to hide my face, but because I love how it look at night, so powerful.

The streets are now mine. I know many dreamed to live what I live now, and I am sure, after they see my actions, they will rise too.

Took me only one hour to see my opportunity, a man attacking a girl, from a distance I hear her calls for help, and I see him ripping of her clothes.

We are in the middle of the city, and in the buildings hundreds, no, thousands may hear her screaming but they do nothing. I would do nothing, but that was before.

I dash on him, my elbow hit hard on his kidney. He falls on the ground, but the battle isn’t over, he pulls a gun to me.

I feel no fear, just a feeling of freedom, as I kick it away from his hand.

I smile and lay punch after punch on his face, until he falls unconscious.

The girl cry and thank me for saving her, I remove my hood and smile with true satisfaction…

 As I feel my knife sliding offs its sheath.

She looks confused as I stab her in the heart, with a perfect movement. Oh all the training on dogs and homeless people really was worth the effort.

She falls on the ground dead, one hit kill. It’s so beautiful I feel like crying, but I can’t, my work isn’t done yet! The filthy rapist is awake and saw everything, excellent! I would feel horrible to kill him unconscious.

He tries to run, but is too late: My blade go deep on the back of his neck, I go until the hilt touch his skin. His death is slower, but not more painful, once I carefully severed his spine, just below skull. For those who know blades, this is an extremely difficult task to do, even in a still target, but mine was moving. And once again, I was perfect.

One hit kill.

Tonight I reborn, to be forever remembered as the One Hit Kill “maniac”, and my deeds and skills will soon be know for all! Soon I will be a legend.

I clean my blade carefully in his clothes, before leaving. The night is still young and I have much work to do, after all, fame and glory are hard to get, in this crazy world.

To be continued.