Private Eye: Through the Looking Meat
It was like a war. I saw a massacre in front of my eyes. Bodies at a mass. Bloody and dead.
Every and all. An empty stare. A dead glare. Of nothing more in life. I gasped a bit. I've seen wars. Seen pain and what followed.
I've seen people gunned down in front of my eyes. Men, women. Children. It mattered not who you were. Death was all-taking. All grasping. All-greedy.
And from after what I've seen, I thought I would never again see so a sight which could take my breath away.
Needless to say, I was wrong. This… this really caught me off guard. The way they looked. Their eyes. Their mouths.
As if, they hadn't been just lost of life. But as.. as if their souls; their essence, had been ripped out. Forced, to a degree of distate. To separate from self of man.
Their skin was pale. Their eyes were white. Their gaping mouths bore fresh red blood. And worse of all, most of their flesh was gone. Huge chunks, ripped out of bodies.
But not all. In heapful chunks. In straining glares that lambasted nothing of hold. Like a greedy kid nawwing at a rib. He gets most of the meat. But when the bulk is devoured, attention next wains to the next piece of meat.
When they were done with, the victims could not be called human. There was no indication that they ever had been. They were ruined. They were ruined…. And I….
I shivered. A dark-skinned rigid-faced man in a teal-toned trenchcoat stumbled behind me. My boss.
"Hey Shudo, you done lookin at corpses? Get ovah here, NOWWWW!" That's right, I was here on an important assignment. My name is Jimmy Shudo, Post-Learning College Graduate Detective. And I was sent here to investigate a crime scene of a scientist-guy geno*ide.
"Come on alreadddy! We gotta mystery to solve!" He spoke with cheer and gleaming reverie. That was my boss. A fun guy. With gleaming eyes, and a voice of an angel, he guided me to this crazy bloody joint.
Some kind of lab. The security seemed lax though. Heck, one of the doors had a huge hole in it! What a funny place.
I followed Boss towards a group of lab coats, who were huddled together, with faces of disdain. Disgust hung from their glares towards the room, but it didn't feel like this disgust arose from the brutalness of these deaths.
There was one man I noticed as we walked to them. A sir certainly disturbed. He paced back and forth, his boots loudly clickiting against the mass of blood on the floor. He kept mumbling a word, "Meat." loudly, and openly, over and over again.
"Dr. Manbrow please" Another scientist tried to near him, but the old crazy fella shooed him away.
GET! GET OUT!! GET OUTTA MY HEAD! GETT!!" he violently screamed, and some guards came into the room, rushing, grabbing him, and dragging him out. "ART! IT WANTS ART!" HAHEHHUHHUUHUUHHUH!!!!!"
Boss and I retracted our notice, and kept our attention to our front. We reached these scientist guys pretty quick, passing by some other lab coat fellas who couldn't stop bawling or crying with fear.
But they whom we reached weren't crying, however. Just very stern-looking. Disappointed…. with the carnage...yeah...
Boss was the first to talk when we reached these guys though. With a smug grin, and a chipper coy stare he eyed upon this group with grace. "So uhh, we solvin for some kinda mystery or something?"
Each raised their eyebrows. One cleared his throat. Then the rest backed a bit away, as he spoke. "I'm sorry, there's been a mistake." Another coughed, and stepped forward, whilst the one who spoke before stepped back."We already know the who's and how's of the case."
A third coughed, and the second to speak stepped back. This one stepped forward. "See, we got security monitors and everything." Dangit! Security monitors! The bane of every detective. What's the point in trying to solve if you can just look it up with some fancy machinery!
But I shoulda know this joint would have some. "This is a highly secretive base. We only brought you in because you're the best of the best."
Another of these scientists spoke. He was a paler man than the rest. He also wore a lab coat, one which was covered in fresh blood.
He must be the culprit, and that blood is from all the victims he kil- "If you're wondering, I was almost killed by that thing. Luckily, I hid among some bodies, and held my breath. I managed to escape alive!"
… Well I was close.
From out his pocket, one of the weirdo scientists grabbed a tablet device. He tapped it some, and gave it to my boss.
I couldn't see what was on the device, but I watched as my Boss' eyes lit up with rage. He was the type to get angry quick. And, for no reason.
"WHAT THE F**** IS THAT?!?! WHAT THE *****!! WHAT F**********************?!?!?!?!?"
My boss grabbed the scientist who gave him the tablet by the collar. "IS THIS SOME KINDA JOKE!?!? WE AIN'T ******* X-FILES HERE YOU CLOWNS!!!"
I shook Ned off the guy. Oh yeah, his name is Ned. My boss' name is Ned. I forgot to mention that, and there's probably no reason I'm telling you now.
But anyways, I shook Ned off, and got him to walk a bit away to calm himself down. Ned gets like this often. Walking always helps him blow off his steam.
While my boss, Ned, was preoccupied relaxing his temper tantrum, I took a look at the footage he'd seen.
And sure enough, this case suddenly seemed like a huge waste of time.
"What… what is thi..?" I mumbled. I lost my words while viewing the footage.
It was a violent stream of images. A well-edited compilation of epic moments of a blob-sized ball-shaped or other times man-shaped mass of meat running through the halls, lunging towards victims, like a snake.
Plunging into their necks. Their stomachs. Their skin. It mostly would strike by ripping out those spots of skin with an indeterminable almighty force of pull.
And letting the blood from such a contorted wound spill out freely to all over hits person. It also struck, by swerving itself into the spots of flesh it pierced.
And then, diving meat into the body, and… I don't know… devouring people's body parts from the inside? I.. I don't know. Where was it's mouth.
Where… where did it come from? "What the heck…." I could not help but speak aloud as words sloppered out my mouth via fear. "What the- what the HECCKKKKKKKK!!!"
The hunks of footage got bloodier and bloodier. Eviler. More detestable. It was all absolutely disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!
At some point, I couldn't watch anymore. I almost vomited. This was too much. Far, far, far too much.
The last of the footage I could only tract, was the meatman nearing somewhere towards the outside.
Before eyeing the camera, and then disappearing, and then it going to static… and then… footage is back…. and the….. uh.. some kind of..shuffling sou- AHAHHHHH! JUMP SCARE! JUMP SCARE!!!
I slammed that stupid tablet on the ground! Frick this stuff! Frick this fricken stuff!
The tablet's glass crashed at it hit the bloody ground. It landed front side up. It's sound still played, and the visuals were mostly still coherent. I stared at the ground. The bloody ground with the tablet.
I couldn't stand it. But.. I have to say... It was really well-done CGI. I mean, it had to be CGI. It had to be, It looked super hyper-realistic, including the blood and the deaths. But… but… but this couldn't be real.
A man of meat? A Mr. Meat Man? No way! Needless to say, this was all quite too impossible to believe.
"Make no mistake. This Isreal." A long tall legged man wearing a monocle and and a very tall hat stood at a doorway. Hey, I knew him! It was my boss' boss! At this exact moment, my boss came back, having heard the word, "Isreal", and umm, being… you know.
"Sorry, I meant, is real." His face was angsty, and bitter, whilst my boss' face morphed into something relenting of his previous anger upon seeing his own boss' face, before further twisting into an expression both terrified, overjoyed, and confused. "Boss!" he said.
Oh yeah, I wanted to fit in. So I also spoke: "Boss' boss!" "You two knuckleheads here. Ehh, maybe I shoulda handed this case to Kawalzsky."
Ahh geez, not Kawalzsky. That guy, ugh. I hate him. And it isn't even because he's black. "Ey, who's the kid?" He said, pointing to me.
Oh yeah, we never met before. I mean, we've met, but we never spoke. Well actually we did speak once. I.. I guess he doesn't remember me. Or maybe he has amnesia like any good detective story!
"He's Jimmy Shudo. Age 25." My boss spoke. Why did he add my age to that?
Jimmy Shudo, ey. I heard about chu. You handled the Mizinski Brothers Double Homicide Case.
Yeah, heh, that takes me back. The Mizinski Brothers Double Homicide Case. Two brothers had managed to k*ll each other at the exact same time. You'd never believe it, but-
"I HATED THAT CASE!" Boss' Boss yelled. I….. okay… I don't think I like the Boss' Boss very much. "Ay Boss! What ah we doin here?" My boss then said to his boss.
"Like I said, we already have the who…." We looked at him puzzlingly. "Then why are we here." My boss asked. My Boss' Boss paused, giving us both a peculiar stare. He nodded his head slightly up and down, before lunging it out like some sort of odd duck.
"Well, we want that special talent on something." He spoke, as he pointed… to me. And with him, too did the other scientists, they casting sharp looks over the shoulders of both the other two bigger and scarier detective mens, and onto the skinny and measly one. Me Definitely... Me, they were talking about..
I wonder wh-, oh yeah, I have PSY powers or something? They're not really a big deal. I can sense the energy in the waves is all. I got em from human experimentation from a company that blew all its budget on me and had to foreclose. What a financial mistake that was!
They'd probably be helpful. But I'd never actually use em in a case. Even if I could save a life, that's cheating! And against the rules of any detective case.
Remember! According to Knox's Ten Commandments of Detective Work. Commandment 2: All supernatural or preternatural agencies are ruled out as a matter of course. So when it comes to solvin a crime, no psychic powahs!
Upon hearing their desires, I shook my head, and spat out a big, 'NOPE!' "Aye, listen up. I'm a detective! And that's that! I solve the case with my brain and subtle clues. Nothin more, nothing less! I don't use my special psychic powers for nothin and nobody! Ya got that!?"
A silence rang out. A fit of nothingness for word and phrase. I stood there, smug, a gleeful look sprawled across my face. The other individuals around me seemed to be pissed. Bitter. Unenthusiastic! Ha! Fools, the lot! You think you can just cheat at a mystery?! Only facts and logic can spra-
"Listen Rookie." I was suddenly intimately grabbed by my Boss' Boss. "Use ya psychic powahs, and find the meat! We'll handle the rest. I rested my hand upon my chin for a moment, in a very elegant way. Then I gracefully spoke: Mmm, don't wanna!" before sticking my tongue.
The Boss' Boss suddenly grabbed me… on my… ya know. PP. And he even squeezed! Looking into my eyes and speaking as he did! "Kid, do this favor, and I'll put you on a case bigger than any of this!" "Bigger than an alien space meat escaping with a massacre behind it?" I was skeptical, like I usually am. A skeptic.
"Bigger than that!" he spoke, and as he spoke, I gasped. And as I gasped, he whispered. "Psycho Joe." I went silent. I was in disbelief. Moreso for this than even that stupid meat video thing. "Psy...Psycho Joe!?
Psycho Joe… he's been my biggest adversary since I started cracking the books! My last patnah died because John broke into his home and ripped his entrails out. In fact, John's k*lled every single one of my partners in someway and somehow. He always leaves me alive. For some reasons.
And on the few times I've managed to confront him, he always seems to be blushing. And no, he wasn't red from the blood on his face, ha ha ha! But he'd definitely blush! Probably from thinkin up his murdered victims! That fricken piece of work! Catchin him would be the dream!
I.. I-I-! I couldn't refuse. "I'll do it!" I said, "On one condition!" "…"
I walked ahead forward, and right up to my boss, who was now just coming back from his temper tantrum break, and had just broke out with sweat at sight of his boss, My Boss' Boss. I dug my hand deep into his pockets, and pulled out… a purple pen.
"Ha ha! This is mine now!" Confusion across the room did spring. They didn't know the context of what I was doing, so they just simply couldn't comprehend. But my Boss…. he started to shiver. Began to shake.
For this pen.. this pen was his favorite pen of all time. Given to him by his dying wife; as she died no less, he kept this as a momento to all the times he missed her. This pen, was sacrilege to him.
But I'd only do the psychic powers stuff for the case, if he'd give it up. He looked at me. Then at his boss. He began.. .to shake His body thrusting violently, Into an oozing sense of despair.
And utter utter rage. For what I sought. For the fact that I sought 'How dare he,' he probably thought. "HOW DARE YOU!!" he definitely screamed aloud.
Once more, silence crept. But it was my price. My price. My only wager, to woe my heart. The prize of my boss. The shame of him rampant, and the pride of myself. It felt great, oh so great, to do this.
"No way, I-!" he finally stammered after long. "Dan!" My boss' boss shouted at once at my Boss, a stern voice of contriving direction. A very powerful voice. One direct. One said with might. A voice that was demanding and intimidate, but at the same time, quite respectful.
……… "Fine." He drew a heavy sigh, then glared at me with this 'I'm going to murder you" look. It made me smile. "If it's to catch the perrp…." He sighed, again. "Have my *****ing pen!"
He lunged it at me. I almost died, but it missed. Lol. Again, he stormed off, taking yet another temper tantrum break for his anger issues. Heh, that's our boss!
I took the purple pen, and slipped it in to my front right pocket. With our deal complete, I walked back to the group, and told them to give me some space. They stepped back and watched, and I calmly breathed, and closed my eyes, preparing myself for what was to come.
With my eyes closed, I began to concentrate my mind. I seldom used my psychic powers - except sometimes when I can't find my keys or phone. But regardless of my minimum experience, it all felt very natural to me. Something familiar-feeling. An old sense that takes me back. Back. Back….
I… "Private Eye." I saw, in the darkness of my shut eyes. A green sort of glow. God, this reminds me of the Great Gatsby. Why do high school teachers suck that book off so har-! CONCENTRATE!
I starred upon this glow, mentally bringing it closer to me. Yes, I felt it. I felt it. Where was the one who had made this mark. Where had his life energy followed him fro.
Does meat even have life energy- Concentrate! I… I saw…. Yes… A hallway.. Of a building...
A….. An apartment. A luxurious apartment. This meat is smaller than I thought. A monster. It looked like puddy. But puddy that was slowly slithering through the hallway. Nice and slithery-like, in a thin snake-like shape.
When it reached the door, it oozed up up. To the doorbell. Of a door 505. It bashed it's head into the bell. Then gently moved it away.
*Ding* … …. … An answer.
An old lady opened up. She looked senile and confused. She looked at the meat, with a surprisingly rather plain face. But her face quickly morphed into horror, when she heard these words.
"HEY DUDE!" The meat lunged, and dived into her throat. From the outside, the woman began to choke. Then her whole face became undone. Her skin eating from the inside.
Her head morphed into a frenzy of skinless meat. And her scream ended quick, with blood as a heap of mess and drool oozing downwards out her lips in mass. The head hunched, as the body continued to quake.
She continuing to be eaten from the inside, lower and lower now. And I myself, began to scream. When I use my life force ability, I can sense how they feel. Their thoughts - even, to a degree.
She continuing to be eaten from the inside, lower and lower now. And I myself, began to scream. When I use my life force ability, I can sense how they feel. Their thoughts - even, to a degree.
And the thoughts and feelings of those around them. And I was… compelled. By a sense of, horror from the woman, and mutual innocent delight, by the meat. And also, honor, by the meat. And also, pride, by the meat.
Innocence. Learning. Horror, fear. By the meat, by the meat, by the meat! I couldn't hold on, I-! I-!
...
Oh god. I came back to reality, on the ground, with people around me. The Boss. The Boss" Boss. And the Scientists. I…. I explained what I saw. And took a deep breathe in follow.
"An apartment. Luxurious. Door 505." Boss' Boss repeated, as he jotted it into a notebook. "There's a lot of those, and who knows if that meat'll stay there." He heaved a tired breathe of worry. Of unlax. Of distraught and distress. I lowered my head.
"Still…. it says a lot. You did good kid." ... …. I didn't feel good.
Boss' Boss walked out the super secret base, and into the employee lobby. He headed towards his car, when a dark figure approached him. "Psycho Joe." he said.
"Good timing. This case has progressed." Boss' Boss unflinchingly handed Psycho Joe his notes on the case.. "This info…." Psycho Joe grumbled as he looked over it. "You got it from the Kid, didn't cha?"
The detective's boss' boss lowered his hat, and averted his eyes, setting for the ground. "I could feel it. When he used his life force ability, I could feel it in my veins." he vented on. Then, Psycho Joe went silent, as he cast a hard stare to the boss' boss.
"..Did you tell him…" "Tell him what, the truth?" "…" "Are you crazy!? Of.. of course not….!"
Silence cut between them. A brief cut that sliced through the tone of the conversation. Angsty frowns turned into sly grins. And it seemed, out of nowhere through this conversation, shift of tension. Till the Boss' Boss then spoke! "So, Joe. You think you could go on The Hunt, just one last time."
"Heh, one last time, then I'm retired." Boss' Boss nodded his head. "Good enough for me." "But-, but…" Psycho Joe's tone of voice turned into menace, and in crept a pitch of word harkening pure intimidation. "Nobody better get in my way." Boss' Boss paused. "Well.. I know the police are onto something." He continued, "And it seems the scientists have some plans of their own."
"Won't be my fault if there's collateral." Joe spoke. "You know how I am. How 'explosive' I can be." Yeah. I'll never forget. That bit of you took an arm off me. Heh heh." Boss' Boss tried to laugh it off. But the feeling of menace that Joe perpetuated remained in sullen grace. "But.. you've changed Joe. Reformed."
A moment of silence filled the air. Boss' Boss continued, "You might have tried to kill me before. But you're also the same man who's saved my life, and more than once, might I add." Again a streak of silence. But Psycho Joe's face was beginning to morph. Swelling down from a blistering bleak look of angst, and into something more vapid with emotion.
"Joe.." The Detective Boss' Boss whispered. And something of passion coaxed within his voice. "I love you." Boss' Boss leaned his head in, towards upon Joe's face. Psycho Joe didn't flinch, as the cold lips of the cold stern man coincided upon his own mouth.
Passionately, they kissed. Some tongue. Some biting. But stern and rigid kissing, which slowly evolved, melting into a stream of passionate sensation, aching on a warm and fruity movement. Love. It was love.
But before long, the Detective brought himself back. And as he drifted his head away from Joe's, he cast out a whisper. A loving drill of voice. "Just stop killing innocent people and my employees, alright?" "Heh, we can never change who we are." Joe responded. The detective sighed, but nodded. "Ain't that the truth?"
And before a second longer, both men walked away. And in that alley, there was silence. (END)
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