Then he saw a foot in a hook and three heads. Mike tried to lift a brown leg off the hook but it was too heavy. He tried once more and gave up. He then saw a few hands hanging on hooks and grabbed one and tossed it to Tazz.
He wiggled his tail then smelled the hand and start crying.
“Schmmp.” Mike sucked his teeth.
“What’s wrong now? That’s good it’s been freezing so it can’t be spoiled.” Mike said and touched it.
“Oh it’s too cold for you isn’t it boy, well we got three hours before we have to be back to the center. We could put it in the oven.” Mike said as he picked it up.
Detective Tommy knew he shouldn’t enter the house without a warrant but the door opened as soon as he twisted the knob. He pulled out his gun and looks around, the house was empty.
“What the hell is that boy doing in this house?”
Detective Tommy said out loud then heard a noise above him and walked to the stairs.
With his gun in his hand leading the way as he walked up the stairs he looked and saw four rooms. All with the doors slightly opened. He stepped into the first room and lowered his gun as his eyes opened up wide with horror. All his years as a police officer he had never seen nothing like what he was looking at and nothing prepared him. His stomach bubbled up as vomit fought its way up his throat and out his mouth.
“What the fuck!” He groaned as he vomited some more on to the floor.
For years there had been rumors on the streets about a trophy house Black Ice had filled with body parts that he collected from his victims but no one ever really thought it was true. It sounded like something out of a book or movie, not real life.
Detective Tommy stood straight up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he gained his composer.
“Fuck! Roy’s not going to believe this shit. He will now finally have something to lock that evil fucker Michael up. I bet my paycheck his finger prints are in the house along with Black Ice’s.” Detective Tommy said out loud to himself as he pulled out his cell phone from the inside of his blazer pocket and started to dial Detective Roy’s number as he was about to press send to complete his call.
“Ugghh!” He grunted in pain as he felt a knife go through the back of his thigh. He looked down to see the blade of a knife sticking through it. Then he turned around and looked down to see Mike behind him still holding the knife handle.
“Ugghh! You little piece of shit!” He screamed as he back slap Mike sending him flying across the room.
Mike popped straight up off the floor with the knife in his hand like a chucky doll with tears in his eyes.
“You’re not going to tell no one what you seen here and get my brother in trouble. I love him he's good to me and people.” He said with tears streaming down his face and stepped closer.
Detective Tommy leaned slightly down and held the wound in his thigh that was gushing out blood, while pointing his gun at Mike’s chest.
“Don’t you fucking move, you little shit or I swear I'll kill your ass right where you stand.”
Mike continued to walk towards him as if he didn’t say a word.
Detective Tommy squeezed the trigger and screamed as Tazz ran in to the room and jumped into the air. Then with his powerful hyena jaws and razor sharp teeth he locked down on Detective Tommy’s wrist. The hyena’s strong jaws broke the bones in his wrist and ripped off the flesh.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!” Tommy hollered in pain and shook as he look at the hyena on the floor with his wrist in his mouth with the gun still in it as he ate away wildly at it.
Tommy looked at his wrist pump out blood and tears streamed out his eyes as he dropped to his knees screaming. He looked up to see Mike running towards him and with his left hand Tommy reach for his ankle and pulled up his pant leg to get his back up weapon a
.38 revolver.
“Ugghh!” Before he could, Mike ran into him and jammed the four inch knife Michael had given him into Tommy’s neck and twists the blade around.
“Ugghh!” He gasps for air and made a funny sound as he punched Mike in the face making him fall backwards.
Detective Tommy grabbed the handle of the blade and start to pull it out of his neck then thought about it. Being a police officer for many years he knew if he did pull the knife out his neck, blood will gush out him faster than running water and he would be dead in the matter of seconds. He looked down at his cellphone on the floor a few feet away. He let go of the handle of the knife and reached for the phone.
Tazz turn and stop eating when he saw Mike get punched and drop to the floor. He growled and jumped up in the air. His jaws lock onto Tommy’s face and ripped pieces of it away.
“Ahhh!” Tommy screams were muffled from the knife stuck in his neck as he tried to shake the hyena off his face as he felt his teeth sink into his cheek bones.
He falls backwards onto his back as his body felt weak from the loss of blood pumping out his leg and wrist. He punched Tazz in the rib hard, knocking him off his face.
“Don’t hit Tazz!” Mike shouted as he jumped on top of Tommy’s stomach, sitting on it and pulled out the knife in his neck and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest.
“Don’t hit Tazz! And you won’t hurt my family by telling what you’ve seen!”
Tommy tried to punch Mike in the head but his punch had no power or strength.
“Nooo!” He grunted as he choked on his own blood looking Mike in the eyes in hopes of pleading with him.
Mike was his father’s son and all Detective Tommy could see were the eyes of the devil as Mike stood up and slammed the knife into him pulling it down, ripping open his chest and stomach.
“Here boy eat.” Mike said and Tazz ran over and went straight work.
Tommy was barely alive as he felt the hyena ripping and tearing away at his flesh, he looked at Tazz wiggling his tail before he died.
An hour and a half later Mike saws and chops up what was left of Detective Tommy’s body the best he could and packed some of the flesh and meat into a big glass jar for Tazz to have later. He then drags what was left of the body into the last room that had body parts hanging on hooks.
“Okay Tazz you eat on him every day until there’s nothing left and Michael or no one else will never find out about this.” Mike said talking to the baby hyena and looked at him smiling with his pot belly.
“Hahahaha!” Tazz laughed.
Mike looked at him and raised his right eyebrow. I'll never get used to that, he said to himself as he found bleach and some all purposed cleaner and a mop and cleaned.
“My father and brother are weird Tazz. There’s not a chair for me to sit on in this place, but there are knives and saws, and things I can use to clean up my mess.” Mike said talking to Tazz who was following behind him breathing with his tongue out.
After cleaning the rooms, he went into the bathroom and washed the blood off of Tazz’s mouth and his brown striped fur, then cleaned himself up. He took the shirt out his North Face book bag and put it on then hid the one covered in blood.
“Come on Tazz back into the book bag we have to go.” Tazz whimpered then got into the book bag.
“Damn you’re greedy Tazz.” Mike said as he lifts the heavy book bag up and put it on his back.
He checked the house one more time, making sure everything was in its place and grabbed Detective Tommy’s cellphone off the floor. Then turned on the A.D.T. alarm and locked the door. Fifteen minutes later Mike hopped off the bus and tossed the cell phone in the trash can on the corner of Blake Avenue.
Detective Roy sat in the parked car across the street and watched Mike sneak back into the playground.
“Fucking little bastard I swear I'll lock all of you up, every child of Black Ice’s. Now where in the world is Tommy? If Mike is back so should he. Let me call him.”
Roy said to himself and called his partner but the call went straight to voice mail. He tried four more times and got his voicemail every time. His mind began to race.
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nown to Mike, Black Ice had followed him to the house and watched as Detective Tommy entered.
He started to get out the black van he was in but decided to wait and see what will happen. He smiled his evil grin, when he saw Mike exit the house two hours later with a book bag and already knew what was inside the book bag, because he gave Tazz to Mike and unknown to Mike Tazz was very special, one of his kind the only child from Death his giant hyena. Black Ice smiled knowing what already happened to Detective Tommy.
Tiwan looked at Black Ice and fought back the petrified feeling running through his body.
“Boss, why don’t we just grab your youngest son now?” Tiwan asks.
Black Ice just stared at him like he was a fool.
“Because if I did that it will only make Evil come after me, and I don’t need that right now. I have a few things I must handle before I play with my children again.”
Boss so what if Evil comes after you, he's only one man, we can kill him, shit I can kill him by myself.”
Tiwan said then realized he shouldn’t have opened his mouth.
Black Ice grabbed his wind pipe in one swift move, choking him.
“You do know I can pull this shit out and end your worthless life?”
Tiwan shook his head up and down.
“You’re my lieutenant that means to never speak or question me, just do as i fucking order. You haven’t realized yet that one child of mines can kill a whole fucking army without thinking or feeling an emotion about it. The hardships of life only make them stronger.
They feed their pain and turn it in to anger and rage.
Their born killers, you wouldn’t last a second with Evil and maybe just a minute with Mike, you fool, now shut up and drive.”
Tiwan turned his head as Black Ice releases his grip and did as he was ordered.
Chapter 11
Chief Bill Orell pulled in his driveway from a long day at work. It was seven p.m. but the sun was just going down. He gets out of his car, his body aching from his twelve hour shift he did at work. Knowing he could be called back in at any giving time didn’t help his spirit, being the chief of the coast guards of the Hudson River.
A river that flow three hundred and fifteen miles he was always on duty. There wasn’t a move in the Hudson River he didn’t know about, not a boat or anything else.
The coast guards had to get the okay from him before moving in on anything. He prayed he wouldn’t have to be called back in for the night as he unlocked his front door and walked in. Right away he knew something was wrong. He didn’t smell no food cooking and his wife Melonie always was in the kitchen cooking for him. Just before he left work he called and requested the meal he would like to eat. Then it was the fact that his sixteen year old daughter Kristine wasn’t blasting music as loudly as she normally did. He knew they both were home their cars were parked in the driveway. He pulled out his service gun and grabbed his cellphone out his pocket as he walk deeper into his house. He heard a noise behind him and turned around to see the butt of a gun that slammed into his head twice making his world go black and losing his consciousness.
“Mmmm! You like that bitch don’t you?” The man groaned as he pull her long blond hair and give her deep strokes from the back.
He watched his dark chocolate ten inch dick disappear inside her pussy.
“Yesss! I love it!” She screams as he pulls his dick out of her and turns her around and rubs his dick all over her face than lips and inserts it into her mouth.
“Mmmm!” She moans while deep throating it and fighting the choking feeling.
She twisted her head from side to side then sucks the head of his dick, covering it in saliva. The man pushes her in the forehead knocking her back onto the bed. She lay there caressing her breast and looking at him with lust in her eyes. Wondering why is she loving the feeling of his dick and everything he was doing to her. At first she cried but as he continued she couldn’t help but to enjoy it and have multiple orgasms over and over. My husband barely touches me and never fuck me like this crazy man, who been fucking me for three hours straight. Now I know I should feel bad but how can I when it feels so damn good. She thought to herself as he push her legs to her breast and guided his soaked penis from her saliva straight into her pink pussy.
He pulled all the way out and slam into her, hitting her walls. His facial expression balled up in anger as he went harder and harder.
“Shit! Oh God! Yes! Yes!” She screamed as he bounced side to side while slamming into her wet pussy as deep as he could go, hitting her walls and spots she didn’t know she had.
Her legs begin to tremble in joy and out of control as she has multiple orgasms.
“Damn! Fuck! I love this dick! Goddamn!” She screamed as tears of pleasure ran down her face and she reaches her arms out to try and hold him.
He slaps her arms down and pin her legs to her breast as he pumps faster and harder.
Chief Bill Orell could hear moans. The voice sounds familiar. He slowly opens his eyes and realizes he was lying on the floor. He tried to move his arms but couldn’t as he realized his hands were cuffed behind his back. He looked down at his legs to see it wrapped with duct tape. He tried to hop up, until he felt the barrel of a gun on his temple.
“Don’t fucking move and just lay back and enjoy the show.” He heard a voice say into his ear.
Chief Bill’s mind race as he wonder what the hell was going on and what show the man was talking about. Then he heard the loud moaning once more. He had forgotten all about it. He looked straight ahead and could see his bed and a muscular big dark skinned man humping and pounding in and out of a woman. His eyes grow wide as he realizes the woman moaning was his wife. Rage filled his body as his heart ached. He squirmed around on the floor.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move, you want to die asshole?” He heard the voice say as he felt the barrel of the gun press harder onto his temple.
He fought back his tears. I'll kill them all they don’t know who their fucking with, messing with my family. He thought to himself as his pain turned into rage. Then his eyes open wide in shock and confusion as he watched the muscular man lay down onto his back and his wife mountain his dick and begin to ride him as if she was enjoying it. She stood squat and flat on her feet, bouncing hard onto his dick as hard as she could go, while the man slap her ass making it turn bright red.
“Yesss! You feel so damn good inside me I’m going to cum on this dick again. I’m coming, Aaaah!
Oooweee! She screamed as she climaxed.
The man pumped even harder holding her waist.
“Ugghh! I’m coming bitch, you know what to do.” He groaned as she jumps off his dick then wraps her lips around it and as gush of his cum went flowing into her mouth and down her throat.
Chief Bill couldn’t believe his own eyes. What the fuck is she doing? She doesn’t even do things like that for me and never fucks me like that and she's enjoying it. That fucking bitch!
“You Bitch!” He screamed as his wife rubs the man’s dick all over her lips and face and opens her mouth to show him she swallowed all his cum.
She looked back at her husband and lowers her head in shame.
“Now get off me.” The man ordered as he got off the bed with his dick still pointing in to the air as he got dressed.
“I see your finally up, that’s good because I have places to go and be at. So let’s make this fast.” The man stated as he got closer.
Bill realized he had seen the man’s face before on the Most Wanted Poster and online.
“You’re Black Ice! Fuck you!” Bill spit out.
“No I already fucked your wife, I can’t lie I really don’t like women close to my age, but I still fuck the shit out of them. Your wife’s pussy was real tight I can tell she never been fucked right in her whole life.
That’s why her ass didn’t know how to act when I was dicking her down, but I broke that bitch in for you, so you will be in for a treat now. I brought that freak out of her.” Black
Ice said with a devilish grin on his face.
“Fuck you! You don’t know who the hell you’re dealing with I'll have an army of trained coast guards after you and kill your black ass, I swear!” Bill screamed with spit flying out his mouth.
Black Ice sighs. “Okay, I really don’t have time for this shit.”
He said as he ran and kicked Bill in the jaw as if he was kicking a football goal.
“Ugghh!” Bill grunt in pain.
“Listen, I know who you are, Bill Orell the chief of the coast guards. They don’t make a move without your say so. I’m hoping to make a deal with. You will do what I say if you want to see that pretty sixteen year old daughter alive again.” Black Ice replied.
“Kristine! Where is she? Please don’t hurt her I'll give you anything you want.” Bill responded.
There was nothing he loved more in this world than his daughter. He spoiled her to death giving her everything she wanted.
“Good answer Bill. So here’s my deal.” Black Ice said as he bent down in front of Bill and pulled out a touch screen phone from the inside of his leather pea coat.
He pulled up a map on Google and showed it to Bill.
“Only a few people know the Hudson River is filled with over one hundred islands between the New York and New Jersey side. Some are small and others big with people living on them. But you know that already and so do I. Thanks to Google. You got to love smart phones I got the world at my fingertips.” Black Ice said and then laughs.
His laughter sent chills through Bill and Tiwan’s body. Tiwan stood behind Bill pointing his gun at his head as he stared at Black Ice, his stomach bubbled as he realized how truly evil his boss was.
“So Bill, do you see these three small islands right, I want your coast guards and police boats to stay clear from them. If I see anything out of the normal I'll do worse than kill your daughter I’ll chop off her hands and feet and then let thirty of my men fuck her every day and I’ll keep her on crack so she won’t die right away and send her back to you pregnant with no hands and feet and that’s just for starters. I'll come back and take her again after you get her back. I might think of something way worse to do to her when I’m high.”
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