# Haunting Noire

Author: A Smiling Face
Tags: Anthro, Dystopia, HMOFA, Human, Murder, Mystery

Greentext psychological mystery   
Completed

1. \>Another day another murder rape 
2. \>Today it was a nun ran through a chipper shredder 
3. \>Life ain't easy being the only Anthro Crime Investigator in Kiluak City 
4. \>Especially when your a human 
5. \>Generally the killings or rapes are pretty easy to solve 
6. \>the perps are so sloppy 
7. \>Except for one, he always sends you VHS tapes of them 
8. \>You get them in the morning and at Noon exactly a body is found. 
9. \>Most of your fellow humans hate you for having their son, father, brother, or friend sent to jail where they're often ripped apart by the Anthro inmates. 
10. \>The justice department is the only non-segregated institution here 
11. \>Most of the Anthros hate you too, thinking you charge too damn much. 
12. \>That being said you charge less than the national average due to the volume of work. 
13. \>It's a lose-lose but boy does it pay. 
14. \>Today is a slow day by any metric 
15. \>You're just watching the tapes over and over searching for the barest of clues 
16. \>It's a concrete room you've determined 
17. \>but that's no help to you. 
18. \>It's the man's usual murder-rape 
19. \>Going hole by hole 
20. \>Then cut by cut. 
21. \>The screams 
22. \>All the same 
23. \>Staring at the bloodied corpse something catches your eye 
24. \>The bleeding patterns of a broken hymen 
25. \>With a moment of clarity you decide to review every tape 
26. \>one by one 
27. \>All the same 
28. \>All virgins 
29. \>You call the local anthro pastors and priests and tell them of your findings 
30. \>Some thank you and will tell their congregations come Sunday 
31. \>The Catholic just hangs up without saying thanks 
32. \>You call the schools next to send letters home to the parents 
33. \>Some blow you off 
34. \>Others heed your warnings as if a commandment 
35. \>Finally a customer comes through the door, a monstrous wolf 
36. \>He looks oddly unnerved by you 
37. \>"What brings you here sir?" You ask 
38. \>He hands you a yellow packet and leaves quickly 
39. \>Its a compilation of letters of to the families of the mystery serial killer's victims 
40. \>Your stomach lurches as you read each essay long letter detailing the sensations your sadistic target felt. 
41. \>He's a sick bastard for sure 
42. \>Talking about how "such innocence had to be punished" 
43. \>You look to your gun case, the Colt Monitor, Winchester 1887, and handy Model 28. 
44. \>You've used all of those guns more times than you'd like too 
45. \>Always a fight with the rich ones 
46. \>Never just "I did it" 
47. \>Always "they deserve it" 
48. \>A shame really 
49. \>More so the fact you can't rent anywhere so floor two is home 
50. \>Still, out there, somewhere is serial killer who is the sole person that's alluded you 
51. \>Every time you feel you get closer, but every time he slips past. 
52. \>Just before you close you hear the telltale screaming of a kidnapping or rape 
53. \>You grab your revolver and take to the crime ridden streets 
54. \>You worm your way towards the labyrinth of slums 
55. \>the screams get closer 
56. \>You round a corner to find four thuggish black guys surrounding an iguana no older than 15 
57. \>"Boys is it really worth the 18 years as pedo?" You ask trying to dissuade them 
58. \>"Oh look its the fur-lover" snaps one of them reaching for his waistband 
59. \>you draw 
60. \>"Not quick enough" you remark 
61. \>A police car rolls by not caring at all 
62. \>"So are we gonna start shooting or are yall gonna leave?" you ask 
63. \>"This job pays too much Detective Anon" One leers reaching for his 
64. \>"shame" You say 
65. \>"It really is" says one of the men 
66. \>All four draw 
67. \>two catch a .357 to the chest before they can raise their pistols 
68. \>one gets a shot off an misses 
69. \>The two scatter 
70. \>"you alright?" you ask the iguana 
71. \>she scurries off 
72. \>disappointed you turn around leaving two still warm corpses behind. 
73. \>let the rats have em 
74. \>As you near your office once again you see a figure in front of it seeming to laugh 
75. \>you load your empty chambers and approach quietly 
76. \>You see them leave a package 
77. \>no 
78. \>no 
79. \>No 
80. \>NO 
81. \>Not again 
82. \>You turn to look to where the figure went 
83. \>A van 
84. \>Plate Numbers 1456b1fs 
85. \>Got it 
86. \>Remember it 
87. \>You fire at the van, a quarter size hole appearing in the back of it. 
88. \>You walk up to your door punching it before opening it 
89. \>You lost 
90. \>again 
91. \>you write down the plate number 
92. \>and the fact you put a bullet hole in the van 
93. \>tomorrow you're going toe the DMV, Wednesdays tend to be slow 
94. \>You open the package. 
95. \>Another tape 
96. \>Goddammit 
97. \>You watch it 
98. \>It's as sick as it is normally 
99. \>cloaked from head to toe, laughing 
100. \>At the end he approaches the camera with a message off a typewriter 
101. \>"got a new camera, hope you liked the sounds" 
102. \>You want to find this man and give him over to the authorities 
103. \>You've given the tapes to the police before to make copies, but they don't care 
104. \>You feel eyes on you 
105. \>you turn quickly only to find nothing 
106. \>you hear what seems to be footsteps 
107. \>taking your shotgun you rush upstairs and swear you saw the glimmer of something for a second 
108. \>you take a beer and go back down stairs 
109. \>the smoothness of the shiner bock helps to calm you 
110. \>you just killed to men in broad daylight and a serial killer delivered to you a snuff tape 
111. \>maybe the stress is finally getting to you 
112. \>you hear a whisper in your ear 
113. \>"hello there" it says as if gurgling blood 
114. \>it's feminine 
115. \>you look at your shotgun 
116. \>what's the point of being here again? 
117. \>helping people who don't want you? 
118. \>"please don't" it protests 
119. \>you turn to see it 
120. \>a figure standing like glowing smoke 
121. \>bleeding from her throat and crotch 
122. \>"what are you?" 
123. \>"lonely" it says 
124. \>"and cold" it follows 
125. \>you restart the tape 
126. \>the part where the man has his belt around her muzzle 
127. \>"yep that's me alright" she says 
128. \>"Who did this to you?" you demand 
129. \>she seems to look around for a moment deep in thought 
130. \>she gets progressively more frustrated and her glow begins to shift to red 
131. \>"I don't know" she says before vanishing 
132. \>not a fade or anything like that, simply is to isn't 
133. \>great 
134. \>you down your been in a few chugs and head over to your wine cooler for a bottle of gin 
135. \>the stress has finally gotten to you 
136. \>You crack the screw lid and down about half before you feel like throwing up 
137. \>Next is a fag cigar as you reach for your tobacco box
138. \>The cow lady sneers at you
139. \>"Boy you smell like booze and sadness" She remarks
140. \>"You try waking up every morning to a dozen murders, rapes, and kidnappings and tell me how you feel?" You protest
141. \>"Well we 'thras ain't got that opportunity hum-hum" She says with all the sass of a half-water buffalo woman
142. \>"Lady, have you ever seen a nun run through a chipper shredder?" You ask
143. \>"W-What?" She asks
144. \>"Though so, shut up and let me do my goddamn job" You say taking a bite out of one of the donuts
145. \>"Goddamn, a hangover, racism, and waiting around, all this needs is a busted boombox and it'll be a case on Bleeding Betty's" You say
146. \>Waiting in the cold December air is punishment in its own right the growing number of hateful stares from human and anthro's alike is salt in the wound
147. \>You finally hear a series of locks get undone and four officers step out followed by a tiny clerk
148. \>She hands everyone numbers and you fall in line.
149. \>Waiting for the tiny woman to get behind her desk is torturous
150. \>Finally she gets there and the cow bitch steps up
151. \>"WAAAAAAHHHHLLLLL" She bellows
152. \>You take a large gulp of your coffee and don't even bother trying to hide mixing in your Irish Cream from your flask.
153. \>One of the cops puts forward his cup too
154. \>You oblige him quickly
155. \>After about 15 minutes the bitch walks out tail swaying
156. \>"I need you to run a plate for me miss." You ask
157. \>"Oh alright what is the number?"
158. \>"1456b1fs" You reply
159. \>You have to say about 20 more times before she gets it
160. \>A certain Joe Flamagank down on 15th and Hawkins
161. \>You walk back out to your car to find a group of hooligans with a tire iron trying to steal your wheels
162. \>You draw and yell
163. \>They scram
164. \>As is life
165. \>You make your way back home, its about a half hour faster to walk and you need your duffle bag anyways
166. \>The usual groups of thugs stand outside their liquor stores while the mafiosos wait outside their barbers and restaurants.
167. \>Giggling can be heard from your door as you approach
168. 
169. \>The giggling stops the moment you put your key in the lock
170. \>The bolt puts up a fight and you hear what seems to be multiple female voices laughing
171. \>You draw your pistol and move through your home-office
172. \>You see the eyes on your framed polaroid seem to follow you while random distant footsteps stop and start
173. \>Some hooved, some pawed, some clawed.
174. \>You think you see bloody smiles out of the corner of your eyes
175. \>Snickering and muffled laughing as you look around
176. \>You walk up the stares feeling what seems like dozens of eyes on you
177. \>You quickly turn behind you to see the shape of a teenage fox girl
178. \>bleeding from the throat and crotch
179. \>glowing like a faraway searchlight in heavy fog
180. \>Then she just flickers away with a sound akin to a dying sigh
181. \>So last night wasn't just a bad dream
182. \>You dig around your desks for the coveted whitepages
183. \>Finding what you need you turn around to see about two dozen ghostly heads with endearing smiles staring at you
184. \>You hear what feels like distant fleeting cheering as you leave
185. \>The cold, cold inside of your shitty car
186. \>Right, you have to get down to 5th and Jackson to pay a certain Mr. Flamagank a visit
187. \>but not before you make a quick stop at the hardware store and supermarket
188. \>A quick detour and you have some Nair, a potato peeler, and a hundred feet of rope
189. \>Helpful tools for, information persuasion, to call it
190. \>You can hear distant cheering as you drive
191. \>Probably just a high school something
192. \>Probably
193. \>You pull up to the address, a van rental place
194. \>You throw your new purchases in a satchel and exit
195. \>You're greeted by a large Rhino
196. \>"I need to speak with a Mr.Flamagank"
197. \>"Yer speaking to him." He growls
198. \>"This'd be better behind closed doors sir."
199. \>"Understood Detective" He growls
200. \>You follow him inside of the rental room
201. \>It's warm all things considered
202. \>He offers you a coffee which you accept
203. \>"I need to know the name of one of your clients sir."
204. \>"Fer wat?" He asks
205. \>"They would either be a lead or the perp on the serial killer"
206. \>"Is that so?" He says clearly interested
207. \>"Yes, plate number 1456b1fs"
208. \>"Lemme check my records, that is one of my vans, but many are long term rentals, so keep that in mind." He says going to the back.
209. \>You sip from the coffee
210. \>It's "coffee"
211. \>It has all the taste of dirt in water and all the kick of caffeine a man could ask for
212. \>Soon the rhino returns with a big file
213. \>"here, take it and go. I'm only heling you because I know a family of a victim." He grumbles
214. \>"Thank you"
215. \>The file has some wonderful details
216. \>Another name
217. \>George Wittacker
218. \>A name you're rather familiar with
219. \>Well known too
220. \>Owner of the largest delivery service in the city
221. \>Also a city councilman
222. \>Dammit
223. \>Well you have your "persuaders"
224. \>Now you need a plan
225. \>And some, "situational friends"
226. \>Ugh
227. \>Skinning him isn't an option
228. \>Waterboarding in diesel it is.
229. \>Saves you the trouble of water sourcing
230. \>And hides fingerprints
231. \>Detective shit
232. \>You drive down the docks and steal a rusted barrel of oil
233. \>One of the large seals just tips his hat as you leave
234. \>You return back home
235. \>It's silent
236. \>You sit down on your desk
237. \>Watching the tapes
238. \>Over
239. \>and
240. \>Over
241. \>You walk across the street to the convenience store
242. \>A 40oz Mickeys Malt Liquor and a coke
243. \>The teenaged human just looks at you with confusion
244. \>You hand him two bucks and walk out
245. \>You sit back down
246. \>And the noises begin before you can put cold bottle to your lips
247. \>Footsteps on the second floor
248. \>Distant howling
249. \>Muffled, far-away screaming and crying
250. \>You watch the tapes, drinking more as you do
251. \>You play them in the background as you plan tonight's gamble
252. \>You know where the fucker lives and the exact layout of his home
253. \>courtesy of the fire department
254. \>You finish your drink and make some coffee
255. \>You draw out plans
256. \>polish and load your guns
257. \>Pack your bags with tool
258. \>For a night in the city it's oddly quiet
259. \>No gunshots
260. \>No screams
261. \>Just the low rumble of your engine
262. \>And the crushing weight of what will be your sins
263. \>You watched the tapes again before you left
264. \>A few at least
265. \>Enough to make you believe God \*might\* forgive you
266. \>You drive through the winding streets
267. \>The image of the dead deadens in your heart
268. \>You turn on Bishop's Avenue
269. \>Just outside the Church a figure stands
270. \>Bleeding from the neck
271. \>Dressed in white
272. \>Holding wilted roses
273. \>She smiles, before her eyes turn black
274. \>She lunges at your car teeth bared but fades before she can hit it.
275. \>"It was the eve of my wedding detective" the seemingly distant voice says
276. \>"I had had my first kiss just a year before" It continues
277. \>"And what do you want me to do about it?" You demand
278. \>A new voice answers
279. \>"Give us our peace" It coos
280. \>This one sounding like it was being slightly choked
281. \>"Make him pay" Answers another
282. \>"Suffer" another still
283. \>"Repent" growls one more
284. \>"Pay" they all say in unison
285. \>You look to see if you have any drink in your car
286. \>Nothing within reach
287. \>You make another turn
288. \>More figures
289. \>Standing and grinning with glee before fading
290. \>Each leaving what sounds like dying breaths begging you to make Mr. Wittacker bleed
291. \>Bleed
292. \>Pay
293. \>Hurt
294. \>Atone
295. \>Whatever word they chose
296. \>It doesn't matter
297. \>Mr. Wittacker is going to hurt
298. \>If he knows the killer he'll tell
299. \>If he is, you'll see him in hell soon enough
300. \>You turn down an alley between a commercial strip
301. \>It ends in the drainage canal that backs up to Mr. Wittacker's home
302. \>You park and throw a tarp over your ride
303. \>You descend into the icy black winter water
304. \>It's so cold it feels like it's burning
305. \>You wade feeling your body chill
306. \>You stare into the tar black water to see smiles
307. \>They're still watching
308. \>You take each step in silence as you move through the canal
309. \>Your pistol is drawn
310. \>Sawn off inside your coat
311. \>Rifle slung over your shoulder
312. \>The moon rises over the the canal letting the figures in the water be seen
313. \>Smiling
314. \>Just beneath the water
315. \>Eyes hollow
316. \>Black blood flowing from the neck and nether
317. \>As you near the high concrete walls fade into ever lowering
318. \>You see the first house of the many manors
319. \>You know they home you're looking for
320. \>As seen from space
321. \>The old adage rings true again
322. \>He who sins the most prays the hardest
323. \>You climb from the water hearing the cracking of your pants freezing
324. \>You approach the home
325. \>You see the man his living room
326. \>You look around to try to find a way in
327. \>His trellis leads to his balcony
328. \>Maybe his door is unlocked
329. \>You climb up the study wooden structure with ease
330. \>The door is unlocked indeed
331. \>You wait in his room for a time
332. \>Searching
333. \>And just as you think there's nothing
334. \>You kick a rug
335. \>And find a compartment
336. \>And inside is all you need
337. \>A knife
338. \>A mask
339. \>Chloroform
340. \>Camcorder and tapes
341. \>You find one labeled "Jessica Mylies"
342. \>You pop into the vhs on his in room t.v
343. \>Its a tape
344. \>One you've seen before
345. \>You look out to the yard
346. \>You see the fox on the tape wave at you with a look of sorrow on her face
347. \>You throw on your mask
348. \>And take the chloroform soaking one of your socks in it
349. \>You approach the man
350. \>He's jerking off to one of the tapes
351. \>You punch him in the throat and put the sock over his mouth
352. \>He doesn't even resist.
353. \>You get your rope and drag him to the garage
354. \>You stuff the sock in his mouth and leave.
355. \>Wading the mile up the canal
356. \>Getting back into your car
357. \>Driving to his home
358. \>Pulling into his garage making sure no one sees you
359. \>A barrel full of diesel in the center
360. \>And anger
361. \>so much
362. \>You take the sock from his mouth and wait for him to wake up
363. \>In the meanwhile you take the last empty tape and set up the camcorder
364. \>"Who are you?" he grumbles
365. \>"times up" You say
366. \>"I don't know what you're talking about" he spits
367. \>"The tapes, the knife, the mask, the chloroform? You know why I'm here." You growl
368. \>"Detective?" he says trying to spin around
369. \>"Is it you?" You demand
370. \>"What are you going to do to me if it is? The police won't do shit." He laughs
371. \>"I know. Now answer." You snap
372. \>"Yeah its me." he says smiling
373. \>"So Mr. Wittacker. Why?" You ask feigning interest
374. \>"No fucking ANTHRO deserves that kind of purity or innocence. It needs to be taken, punished, ruined, broken. But you know that Detective, don't you." He says
375. \>"Of course but why?" You press
376. \>In the corner of your eyes you see a figure
377. \>It moves to the corner shrouded in an unfitting shadow
378. \>"Because, we're human, better in every way than a fucking ANTHRO, hardly even sapient, barely more than the animals they resemble." He reasons
379. \>"I understand" You say leaving the room
380. \>You grab his phone and phonebook
381. \>You relish in each dial you make
382. \>The bishop, the pastors, the principles, deans, and judges
383. \>You leave a message to each and every one
384. \>"Hi, its the Detective. I've found the killer. Meet me at Mr. Wittacker's home on Christmas Day if you'd like to meet him before we turn him over."
385. \>Just as you say that more figures begin to appear
386. \>And Mr. Wittacker begins to panic as you take your potato peeler out.
387. \>"Can you see them too Mr. Wittacker?" You ask madness in your eyes
388. \>"I can see your sins" You ramble
389. \>"They haunt me more than you seemingly" You continue
390. \>"What are doing?" He says panicked
391. \>"The police won't do anything" You say
392. \>"I figure I need to give back to my community" You say pressing the tool against the skin of his back
393. \>"Now I'm sure we can work something out." He pleads
394. \>"You're right! It would be a shame to open the gift before Christmas" You say reaching for the battery and alligator clamps
395. \>You cut his pants off with a knife, not caring if you cut him
396. \>He screams
397. \>Nothing new
398. \>You take the clamps and place them on his balls
399. \>And then connect
400. \>He shrieks
401. \>Like a sinner in hell
402. \>You punch him in the gut
403. \>Over and over
404. \>You remove the clamps and sit down again
405. \>"Wasn't that fun?" You say to the sobbing man
406. \>"Now I'll ask again. Was it really you?" You demand
407. \>"Yes." He says unchanging
408. \>You sit there waiting for the night to end, occasionally waterboarding him in the diesel
409. \>You get hungry and eat his food
410. \>You watch his t.v
411. \>And as the sun rises the news caster talks about you
412. \>How you're promising to meet Mr. Wittacker to tell him of the killer's identity
413. \>You can hear the murmurs of a growing crowd outside
414. \>At 9 Am you open the doors
415. \>The crowd is in terror as to what they see
416. \>"I promised the killer" You call to the two dozen odd people
417. \>You hand the lead city investigator your crate of evidence before he can speak
418. \>"Now, I know our amazing policemen won't do anything. So I found him, and he admitted it before I began to get some justice." You laugh.
419. \>You lower Mr. Wittacker to the ground.
420. \>"Now I leave you to them." You laugh seeing the figures begin to form around him
421. \>Mr. Wittacker begins to start shrieking again
422. \>Claw marks begin to appear across his face and arms
423. \>The news team vomit as chunks of flesh being to be rendered from his limbs
424. \>You smile as you watch the girls get their justice
425. \>He starts screaming about how they deserved it
426. \>How it was their fault
427. \>And as his sins slowly begin to rip the flesh from his bone like piranhas
428. \>You go the back of the garage
429. \>And lift the rug by his tool bench
430. \>Finding a shaft to some other chamber within the home
431. \>You climb down it as the police finally realize what's happening
432. \>At the bottom you hear crying
433. \>A camcorder pointed at a crying girl
434. \>A young falcon
435. \>"Are you okay?" you ask
436. \>"No, where am I?" She sobs
437. \>"The serial killer's home" You say
438. \>"Don't worry, he can't hurt anyone anymore" You say
439. \>You pick her up like a piggy back
440. \>And climb up the ladder.
441. \>Mr. Wittacker is hiding in the barrel of diesel
442. \>"Here officers make sure this girl makes it home safely, she was to be the next victim" You say handing the girl off.
443. \>The officers turn to face you as you reach for a cigarette
444. \>One you stole from Wittacker
445. \>You put one Wittacker's mouth
446. \>As if to light it before dropping it in the fuel
447. \>It catches
448. \>"oops" You say
449. \>It burns your arm but you pull back before it sticks
450. \>Mr. Wittacker is screaming
451. \>You leave
452. \>Getting in your car
453. \>As you arrive home you see a figure standing by your desk
454. \>"Thanks"
455. \>The next day a small riot is brewing outside your door
456. \>Suppose it's time to leave now
457. \>Burning someone alive was perhaps too far for the average man to stomach
458. \>Especially a city councilman 
459. \>Come the night you slink out of the back door and make your way towards the nearest rent-a-truck center.
460. \>Joe's Self Storage and Moving
461. \>Open 24 hours
462. \>Thank God
463. \>With fifty bucks and a good deal of dedication you move all your belongings into a storage container by four AM
464. \>By the time the sun rises you're fifty miles out of town at a shitty super motel 8 for six dollars a night, and that  includes a hot breakfast across the street and Holly's hotcakes
465. \>Not that your awake to eat them
466. \>You sleep a whopping 16 hours
467. \>Next morning you sit down at Holly's
468. \>Plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes
469. \>Served with a tall glass of whole milk and coffee with a wink from the cow cook behind the counter
470. \>You buy a paper for a quarter and start looking for a new place to settle down
471. \>After about two weeks at the motel you've found the perfect little place
472. \>It's about 6000 miles away in a place called Patagonia
473. \>A plane ticket and a shipping crate for the price of a used car
474. \>$1000 in total and $2500 for the ranch
475. \>Combine with another grand in cattle and seed
476. \>It's a sizable dent in your savings but the sale of your office did more than recoup the costs
477. \>You buy a '64 Chevy in Buenos Aires and a trailer to haul your belongings to your new home
478. \>Once you arrive to your ranch for the first time you a warm grin spread across your face
479. \>Soon you go into town after setting everything down
480. \>There you meet a Tegu
481. \>A voluptuous as she is kind
482. \>Maybe Patagonia might have more the grasslands and beef
483. \>That's what you tell yourself as you feel the cool scaled lips of your lover press against your cheek in the South American Sun

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