User blog:Balcaine/A story

It was a cold night. The air was crisp and cut right threw the cloths

that I was wearing. It was like I was standing naked outside. My jaw

quivered as my two-way radio crackled and made a faint hint of white

noise. I should have been getting perfect reception but not even my

police radio was working right. I have been chasing a killer for the

past three weeks and still don’t have any more leads than what I did the

on the night of the first murder.

Their had been eight more killings since that night all of them had the

same M.O and that did not help me feel any better about this case. This

freak was just killing for the fact to be killing and if I did not stop

him soon he would kill again. He had killed men, women, and even kids.

All of them have been more brutal than the last one. The newest killing

I about puked from, and that is saying a lot.

I have one of the highest capture rates in the police department. It

helps that my father was a murder so I know how to think like one. But

when I am stumped I go to him and some times when he is not filling my

head full of shit, he gives some insight on something I might have

missed. It was time for me to head back to the office. I had gotten a

call from Lt. Stacy Black. She was assigned to help with this case from

major squad.

Stacy was easy on the eyes, but she had penis envy. She could have been

any thing she wanted from lawyer to playboy bunny. She had brains and

looks. Her light red hair framed her face and only left the sparkle of

her eyes to shine threw. She was only a hundred pounds soaking wet but

she had the fight of wolverine. She learned how to take care of her self

growing up from her 6 older brothers who always beat on her. Till she

started fighting back. Her attitude gets me most of all. She comes off

as a no bull shit type of gal with the voice of an angel. But call her

out of her name and she will brake you in ways you could only imagine

that would be done to you in hell.

I drive a old beat up pick up that looks like I found it in the bottom

of lake Tinkiller the inside of the truck is a Kevlar lining threw out

the doors. This gives some protection as I kind of need it on the north

east side. I have a cow scoop that is made from reinforced steal to be

honest I think it was built from a piece of a tank from the military not

so sure. I bought it from my brother who told me not to ask to many

questions. He also calmly mentioned that he could come up missing if

people found out. Every time I ask him about it he just shrugs and

changes the question. Always with the sports but he don’t know sports at

all. His last time he tried talking sports he told me that Micheal

Jordan played hockey and Wayne Gretzky was a famous basketball player,

who threw a hundred yard pass for a touch down. I so wanted to scream at

him about his talking sports. Why can’t he talk guns when he wants to

change subject. He knows guns as well as any one. Some how he managed to

learn from the sound of the gun what type of gun it is. I am so jealous.

The sky blue eyes can miss lead you, with that big smile and the fat

cigar hanging from his lip. His big red nose honks. It was humid and

warm out his face paint was smearing and he had only been at this party

for about fifteen min. The kids are all lined up to see his balloon art

and are standing two by two just like they are taught in school.

Man these parents don’t let them have any fun. The clown thought to him

self as he start to blow the balloon up with a twist and a turn and all

the sudden their was a child with a noose around his neck. The clown

realzied what he had done and undid it before the kids could figure it

out and turned it into a 3 legged dog that need extra love from the

birthday girl who had other plans in her head for this balloon animal.

“Pop goes the weasel.” was always one of her favorite songs and she

wanted to make the doggy go pop just like the weasel did. Tears started

to roll down her face as the balloon dog popped and made a loud noise

like a gun shot. She ran inside screaming for her daddy as her mouth was

moving faster than her voice. Stuck in a Scream of terror as she finally

claimers out “I killed the doggy, I am a doggy murder. Doggies go pop

like the weasel.”

The clown spiky red hair was blowing in the breeze when he started to

watch the girl run off with her crock tears as he seen her pop the

balloon with her hair clip that she had tucked in her sleeve. She was

quite good at hiding stuff, and clearly had a spot in the life of crime.

She could go far if she had the right mentor. The red lines running down

his face were thick and globby. If you really looked at it you could

draw the conclusion that he might be bleeding from his head and it was

running down. Most people tend to believe this clown is rather tall but

in all reality it is all in the shoes. His clown shoes have footed

stilts built in that add an extra seven inches to his height and all his

pants are a custom to his added seven inches. He has been practicing in

this custom clown shoes since he was 14. Tucker was quite good in his

shoes and had many years to practice.

Tucker has always been a bit weird growing up and got made fun of a lot.

while in school he would get into fights and loose on purpose. Then he

would run home and beat him self with any thing he could find mainly the

brick wall to his house. He did this so that he could not feel pain.

Child protective services came out to the house on several reports of

child neglect and endangerment but no matter what they did he would run

a way and return home to his mom and dad were he would go back to

beating the hell out of him self till he could not fill pain any more.

The last time they came to his house he beat him self so badly that it

put him in the hospital, his case work quite the job and now lives in a

van down by the river. Selling bead neck-lesses in the shape of a cross.

Tucker always said he would get her and did just not how he meant.

The following year after CPS stopped trying to take him from his home he

scared his folks into changing his name to Odahael. Then told them that

he would never hurt them cause he loved them to much to do any thing

like that. his choice of words kinda made that hard to believe. Tucker

loved to send mix messages while laughing at the violent horrific parts.