Cthulhu’s pulsating and writhing tendrils ripped out of the red balaclava to reveal its true grotesqueness as it then screamed an unholy, sacrilegious and maddening scream into Zalewski’s face. Green slime and rancid blackened ooze covered the petrified detectives face as he tried to close all his orifices in order to protect himself from the fowl smelling liquid that was now being liberally shot upon him by the malevolent Shadow-Cthulhu. Then a hellishly unholy and powerful scream resonated from out of its gaping octopus like mouth which unnaturally pushed upon the detectives petrified face, causing him to almost blackout through fear alone. The creature suddenly stopped and took a moment to look upon the coated face of slime before it forcefully pushed him off the wooden beam and into the endless blackness that awaited him below.
The petrified detective fell helplessly into the endless blackness until he saw the massive face of the grotesquely malevolent alien god below him as its salivating mouth slowly opened up to reveal its razor sharp teeth. The surrounding writhing tentacles then instantly moved away from the salivating mouth so as not to hinder the petrified Zalewski’s fall into his imminent demise. Zalewski screamed a maddening scream as he hopelessly fell into its all-consuming mouth and was swallowed whole by the massive and otherworldly abomination from beyond.
The startled Zalewski suddenly awoke as he felt the sudden shock of icy cold water being splashed liberally upon his unprepared face. The confused and sweating detective then heard the comfortingly familiar voice of a concerned Merlyo ask him a question “Jesus! Man are you ok?” The confused and exhausted Zalewski then replied loudly whilst he was still dazed and nursing an apparently injured shoulder “Ouch! What happened?” Merlyo quickly gestured him to keep quiet as he put his finger over his mouth before he quietly spoke again “Shuuu, Chicken Freak is downstairs remember! I heard a loud bang up here so I came back up. You must’ve fallen from the room above, are you ok?”
Zalewski was still somewhat confused as he held his hurting shoulder and the undeniable pain then reverberated throughout his entire body. He confusingly looked around the dilapidated kitchen that he now found himself within before he looked at the hole that he had presumably fallen through and spoke again, still frantically trying to understand what had just transpired in the room above “You see a large owl? The Shadow? Or Cthulhu?” An irritated Merlyo then hastily replied whilst keeping his voice low “Yes! Yes! Yes! The Shadow, Cthulhu and the large owl are all here! You mentioned them all in your delirium before I woke you. Have you been at the Voodoo Doctor’s confiscated weed, magic mushrooms or wacky dust again? I told you that potent stuff will mess your head up!”
The still confused Zalewski awkwardly smiled before clutching his shoulder again as it pulsated with immense pain when he tried to laugh. Merlyo then helped him back up to his feet before the two began to carefully make their way down to the basement of the bleak home. Zalewski paused and took one last apprehensive look up at the above derelict room that he had fallen from in an attempt to once again see the mysteriously large owl. He however saw nothing with the exception of the ferocious lightening and rain that emanated from the open sky above.
They both then carefully went down the wet concrete stairs until they came upon the open door to the basement whereby they heard a few chickens, an old woman coughing and a man groaning in pleasure. Both detectives then peered into the room and saw the lumbering large male indeed pleasuring himself under his tatty, stained leather apron whilst wearing an ill-fitted plastic chicken mask. The provocatively dressed old woman was still awkwardly dancing in front of the sacrificial chicken and both could now see her full sordid attire which consisted of long black lace leggings, panties and an elaborate tight black corset filled with black feathers, all of which had seen better days. The Chicken Freak then briefly removed his tired hand to straighten his sweaty plastic chicken mask, which was now dripping in sweat, before he once again started to pleasure himself as he looked at the dancing woman parading around the sacrificial chicken.
Both detectives shook their heads in disapproval of the strangely sad events that where taking place before them before Merlyo silently motioned to Zalewski for him to keep his drawn silver pistols trained on the old women whilst he would personally dealt with the infamous Chicken Freak. Merlyo looked disapprovingly at the sweaty and grotesque man as he pleasured himself and was sure that he must be the insane Mad Butcher himself under that childish mask, adamant that only a demented man such as this could perform such horrors upon his fellow human beings. The wily detective then cunningly waited until Chicken Freak was almost at the zenith of pleasuring himself whilst the black feathered women razed the cleaver high above the petrified chickens head. Both hardened detectives then dramatically burst into the room and shouted in unison “FREEZE! ASSHOLES! CLEVELAND POLCE!”
As soon they entered the basement and there piercing words echoed around the small room, a large rusty chicken cage with three fat feathered occupants came crashing down upon both their unsuspecting heads. They were both then violently knocked to the ground whilst their newly released weapons flew off in different directions under the mountains of multi-coloured feathers that liberally coated the floor. The flimsy cages instantly broke open upon impact which set the chickens free to frantically flap around the small room and added their feathers to the already overly saturated floor. This brief respite gave the he startled old woman and the lumbering Chicken Freak preciously valuable time to recover from their initial fright before the old woman then turned and maniacally ran towards the quickly recovering Zalewski whilst violently brandishing the deadly meat cleaver.
The horrified detective soon recovered from the basic booby trap as he worryingly saw the deadly meat cleaver being chaotically swung around within her unskilled hand. As she attacked the evasive Zalewski the scared Chicken Freak then attempted to make a run for the only exit that was within the small basement room but thanks to Merlyo’s timely intervention whilst he was about to climax in pleasure, the still somewhat disorientated Chicken Freak clumsily fell on top of the feather covered and unseen detective. Merlyo whined in discomfort and pain as the large and cumbersome Chicken Freak fell uncontrollably over him, smothering him not only with his impressive weight but also his newly released bodily fluids which had a distinctively unpleasant odour to them. The Chicken Freak then desperately attempted to right himself and from the struggling Merlyo’s unique vantage point whilst the detective assumed that he was being attacked from above and that these where his final painful moments upon this earth.
The disorientated detective took comfort in knowing that at least he would have the satisfaction knowing that he almost got infamous The Mad Butcher himself and died valiantly within the line of duty. The more rational Merlyo then realised that the struggling Chicken Freak was simply attempting to flee from this alarming situation and so he screamed uncomfortably at the vile and sweaty creature that struggled against him “GET OFF OF ME YOU FAT PIECE OF LARD!” Suddenly upon hearing this there appeared to be new impetus for the scared Chicken Freak to escape and so he used his large feet on Merlyo’s back, effortlessly pushing the poor detective straight back down onto sea of colourful feathers that filled the immediate area. He immediately disappeared from view under the multitude of feathers as the scared Chicken Freak screamed like an unruly and whaling child as he clumsily stumbled over the defeated detective and towards his awaiting freedom.
All this time the frightened Zalewski had been desperately attempting to both avoid the unskilfully wielded meat cleaver and take it away from the hideously nasty old hag whom was violently swinging it. The whaling hag’s ill-fitting wig then quickly came off during their bitter confrontation to reveal that she was not only bald but a further ten years older than he had previously thought. A horrified Zalewski could not believe his eyes as he faced off against the hideous creature that looked frighteningly like one of his own night terrors made reality, further disturbing the already disturbed detective in a night that would fo
rever haunt him. She uncontrollably waved the sharp cleaver whilst the hesitantly scared detective thought that she may have some sort of contagious disease and reluctantly kept his distance from the obviously demented woman.
The maniacally wailing hag kept him just far enough away so that he could not steal the frantically waving blade until the newly freed sacrificial chicken came to his rescue and rebounded off the old hag’s face, disorientating her enough to give the Zalewski the chance he had been waiting for. The determined detective then promptly punched the old hag in her hideous face, knocking her cleanly out as she fell uncontrollably into a sea of colourful feathers behind her. Zalewski was pleased with himself for defeating this most gruesome of nightmarish opponents and allowed himself a quick smile of satisfaction as her newly released feathers floated all around him.
Meanwhile cunning Chicken Freak then frantically opened a few random cages by the door, instantly releasing a few more frantic chickens as he attempted to confuse his relentless pursuers within a whirlwind of avian chaos. Feathers instantaneously spewed up all over the room as yet more chickens desperately attempted to frantically flee the sacrificial chamber and make a bid for their freedom. The newly freed squawking chickens then chaotically flew around the small basement as they randomly rebounded off of the walls and hit the sole light bulb which swung precariously from the ceiling’s centre, causing it to flicker in and out of life.
The on looking Zalewski found himself within a chaotic whirlwind of feathers and was shocked at the result of how such a stealthily planned operation had gone so badly wrong within such a short space of time. He then noticed that his missing partner was still absent from the scene and as the panting Chicken Freak made his bid for freedom up the concrete stairs, the preoccupied Zalewski desperately tried to locate the missing partner by voice location whilst physically searching through the mountains of feathers “Merlyo? Where are you? Merlyo!?” The frantically flying kamikaze chickens appeared to be determined at taking turns at banging the single flickering light bulb which precariously hung overhead as a concerned Zalewski then heard a muffled Merlyo whilst he searched the feathered floor “Over here!”
The muffled voice was coming from the area nearby the door which lead back upstairs and then Zalewski thankfully saw his partners raised arm stick up from the sea of feathers. The determined Zalewski then hurriedly ran over to his dazed partner and pulled him up and back up into the fresh air, causing Merlyo to blow an assortment of colourful brown feathers out of his previously packed mouth. The still disorientated Merlyo then hastily spoke whilst he tried to get his bearings “Come on! He’s getting away!” and pushed the surprised Zalewski to the one side as he clumsy stumbled back up the concreate stairs. The infuriated Merlyo was pleasantly surprised to see that the exhausted Chicken Freak was only now just making it to the top of the stairs, offering him a unique opportunity at ceasing the lumbering giant in the most dramatic way possible. The determined detective was spurred on by the suspect’s lack of energy and energetically ran up the up the stairs at a frantic pace, screaming with vengeance as he did so until he was right on top of the disorientated Chicken Freak “YOUR NOT GOING ANYWHERE MAD BUTCHER! RAAHHHH!”
The determined Merlyo then jumped on the Chicken Freaks back just as he finished ascending the stairs with such tremendous force that it pushed him uncontrollably towards the neglected living room window and whilst he desperately clung onto his prize, the towering Chicken Freak stumbled uncontrollably and fell through the already cracked window. The glass easily shattered as the huge frame of the combined men powered through its fragile material, expelling shards of the translucent material in all directions and forcing them to effortlessly fly through the moist air. The exhausted Chicken Freak, resurgent Merlyo and a large selection of quickly ascending freedom fighting chickens, all dramatically went through the shattered window and tumbled uncontrollably outside and into the awaiting wet street.
After a few seconds the dazed Merlyo could hear his partner’s concerned voice shouting out from the dishevelled homes unseen living room interior “Merlyo! You ok? Merlyo!” The dazed detective realised that there was now a reversal in fortunes because he was now on top of the massive Chicken Freak and slowly breathed a sigh of relief that the excitement was finally over. The silent Chicken Freak had apparently given up on his escape now simply because he had exerted more physical effort within the last few minutes than he had done so in a while and had now resigned himself to whatever fate the detectives wished to impose upon him. As the rain saturated to two tired men Merlyo suddenly heard a mysteriously familiar voice speak as it came through the rains haze “Smile detective!” The detective lifted up his weary head to be greeted by the familiar smiling face of one of the Cleveland News’s best known reporters and frequent columnist on the Mad Butcher investigation, Frank Otwell.
The handsomely young and ambitious reporter was holding a large and cumbersome camera and pointed it directly at him and his groaning quarry. A dazed and feather ridden Merlyo automatically awkwardly smiled at the camera as the infamous Chicken Freak confusingly looked up and with this definitive image now within his sight, there was a sudden large hiss and snap as the camera’s flash bulb of light brilliantly illuminated the dimly lit street.
The twin tired and feather ridden detectives worryingly sat by their desks and quickly finished typing there somewhat sketchy report on the previous night’s traumatically embarrassing events. Both had decided to take the forthcoming day off because of the newspapers leading headline which would almost undoubtedly be conveniently backed up with a rather unbecoming photograph of an awkwardly smiling Merlyo and his latest quarry, the infamous Chicken Freak. They did not want to feel the full force of Ness’s morning fury and planned to flee the building using the emergency fire exit which would take them covertly around the back of the department and to their awaiting getaway Ford.
They were both now desperate to return to the sanctuary of their respective homes and relish in the small niceties of a lovingly long and hot shower to help them forget the night’s embarrassing drama. Unfortunately during the night they had discovered that the infamous Chicken Freak was actually a simply local man whom was mentally challenged and had a variety of learning difficulties. He also had a long history of self-harm and neglect and was more of a threat to himself than others whilst the old woman was an ex-convict who had a long record for being intoxicated and soliciting sex with desperate men of all ages.
No link could be found to connect Chuck “Little Fish” Machiano or Polizzi’s Mayfield Road Mob with their nights catch and both suspected that the Italian goon may have simply been playing a sick game of revenge upon them, amusing himself with the failed exploits of the famed Mad Butcher hunters and anonymously calling in the press to rub salt within the departments wounds. Both detectives had just finished writing there separate reports which embellished some aspects of the nights events whilst ignoring other more embarrassing elements. They then cautiously made their way towards there awaiting Ford but paused in there covert attempts to escape as Ness’s impressive silver Scarab slowly pulled up, blinding all who viewed it with its dazzling silver light and boasting to all about its famed unseen driver.
The smiling and content Ness then slowly got out of his beloved Scarab and entered the building which allowed for the two cowering detectives to speedily make their getaway because they predicted he would be infuriated upon reading this morning’s newspaper. As the unsuspecting Ness entered the building he collected his usual refreshing hot coffee and morning doughnut from reception before he casually walked upstairs into his office with this morning’s unseen newspaper tucked in under his armpit, assured that all his grandiose plans where coming to fruition regardless of his recent troubles within the eyes of the press. He was pleasantly satisfied with himself because no more murders had taken place since he had burnt down the shantytown and for whatever reason, the notorious Mad Butcher had decided to cease his macabre activities. This silence on
the part of the famed killer spoke volumes to Ness and told him that the Mad Butcher was either fearful of being discovered or scared of his defiant reaction to his obvious challenge. Ness knew that he had at least frightened the unknown madman into not horrifically killing anymore victims for the time being and just knowing this had filled him with a new sense of worth and satisfaction. He felt that had heeded the unknown killers challenge and won regardless of the newspapers unwillingness to acknowledgement this success.
The content Ness then calmly sat down at his desk and momentarily wondered why all the staff where looking at him in apprehension as he came in but he simply put this down to his rampant imagination as he pleasurably sipped his freshly brewed coffee. He then casually looked at the morning’s newspaper and promptly spat out the wonderfully brewed mixture of delight as he read its headline “Mad Butcher or Mad about Chickens?” which was crudely accompanied by the large and unbecoming photograph of the Chicken Freak whom was being clumsily smothered by a feather infested and awkwardly smiling detective Merlyo. The infuriated safety director then shouted for the absent detectives as his burnt tongue increased his fury tenfold “MERLYO! ZALEWSKI! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE NOW!”
The green tinged wall lights flicked dimly within the silent morgue as the preoccupied Coroner Gerber repositioned his round spectacles so that he could better examine the macabre gift he had been sent anonymously through the post. As he better inspected this morbidly gruesome humanoid curiosity upon his well-worn and white metal autopsy table, the greenish tinge of the walled lights seemed to pervade the entire room within its unearthly glow. The only solitary light of any real significance within the tomb like morgue chamber was Gerber’s autopsy light which he was currently using for to inspect his newly acquired and hairy postal find.
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