Venom I (boyxboy)

[2] Felt Good...

     Man working at the Megan Mental Hospital found dead. 

38 years old Billy Clarkson was found dead in the monitors room of the Megan Mental Hospital. He was tied to a chair, own organ down his throat. Cause is uncertain between chocking and bleeding to death--

     Venom almost smiled as he recalled the moment he did it. Entered the monitors room of the hospital one night, catching him just as he was shamelessly masturbating to what he saw on the numerous screens. At first, the man was shocked. Seeing a person that was freed from that institution just weeks before would, of course, make him nervous as he watched his long slender arms. Free arms, guilty of numerous murders, no straitjacket keeping them from adding to the list.

     All it took was for Venom to undo his own belt. It was all it took for the perverted man to forget the fact that in the doorway stood a 'mentally unstable' man, a killer, a man he raped each and every night for the last few years. A man that almost smiled as he shoved the bastard's chopped penis down his throat. A man that watched calmly as his screams of pain were muffled by chocks. A man that was, and is, insane.

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     Knock.. knock.. knock.

     Venom recognised the sound. Slight pauses between the knocks underlining the gravity of the situation. The beats loud and clear, showing just how serious the man was about his profession. The muffled taps of a foot signalising what seems to be impatience when it was, in fact, nervousness.

     He carefully stood up, placing the wine bottle on the table, and limped his way to the door of his house. Yes, limped. Years of being raped does that to people... Opening the door, he watched the classic police partnership. A white man and an Afro-American one watched him back in awe, eyeing the way he was dressed. He was wearing a dark Ermenegildo Zegnadark suit, hugging his slim body in all the right places, pointing out the sharp angles of his shape.

     After clearing his throat, the dark skinned one spoke. "We are here for Billy Clarkson's case. We just came to look around a bit and question you. Many men that were recently released from the Megan Mental Hospital are going through the same process at the moment. I'll check the house while my co-worker will ask you questions, okay?"

     Venom didn't respond. He just stared ahead of him at the trees surrounding his Victorian style house and waited, his expression the same porcelain emptiness it has always been. The cop hesitantly passed by him, starting his investigation. The other one looked uneasy as he stood in the doorway, scratching his head confused.

     "Are we... going to do this inside or just..."

     After receiving no response, he sighed and took out a small notepad, starting the questioning uncomfortable. "Where have you been on the date of seventh July- exactly two weeks ago?"

     Venom's hand moved out of his pocket and waved gracefully, pointing the inside of his house. The cop nodded, writing down. "Did you ever have any interactions with the man in the monitors room?" Venom shook his head no. "Did you know any member of his family?" Venom would have been surprised that a married father could do such things behind his family's back, but then again, it dawned on him a long, long time ago just what humans could be capable of. He just shook his head disapprovingly, also answering the cop's question while doing so.