They could have killed him, it was a very high possibility now for that to have happened.
"I don't understand," Capsaicin muttered in a mixed feeling. He now felt pissed off that there was harm causing the Kingdoms right after he retired. And now that assassin could have killed his own husband! "Now my life feels even more messed up." A tear rolled down his dark face.
The TV started to static randomly. The reporter lady who was talking about animals disappeared off the screen, into probably the 'television void.' All of a sudden, the TV exploded, sending the entire living room into a cloud of black smoke. Capsaicin coughed, trying to get out of the cloud as fast as possible. Flashes of hot electricity only could be seen.
After the smoke had cleared, Capsaicin's white shirt looked like his skin tone, ash gray. He groaned as he tried to wipe off the dustiness. "Ugh... and I just bought it a few days ago..."
He went outside and looked at his satellite dish. It was bent and broken. Someone had tampered with it when he was distracted! A puzzled look on Capsaicin's face was very noticeable.
"What the hell!?" Capsaicin cried, trying to study the dish from afar. Yep, definitely broken. But, the thing was, how and why did someone break his satellite dish? It all seemed like a stupid, time wasting thing to commit. "Oh, this dude is going to get it." He said aloud, pretending to hold a pair of handcuffs in his hand. He truly missed being an officer, he only quit because of marriage. But now as a widow he could take back the job, if wanted.
It was probably a good idea to get his job back. Not only would he solve this mystery of an assassin, but he could be famous and earn money. Capsaicin Cookie could get lots of money for his amazing deed and move out somewhere he had always dreamed of, the Hills of Scovillia.
The Hills of Scovillia is where all the hot-shot Scovillian people lived. Everyone up there was rich, rich, rich, with jobs that made them super wealthy. Capsaicin tried to apply for those big-money careers, but his outcome was never great. Dermatology nor being an all-star football player was his thing. Like how one legendary Cookie said, 'not all wishes do come true.'
Capsaicin dearly wished he could be one of those cookies, living in a mansion with fancy clothes and suits. Having lots of space around the place to put his little trinkets. Just the Scovillian-Dream to be one of those people with their husband. And he was nothing like them.
Finally he decided that he would go apply for his job. He got in his car and sped away to the police department, hoping that they would recognize Capsaicin and give him his job back because of his lost lover. He told himself a list of things:
"One, arrest this criminal.
Two, earn a ton of money for it.
Three, get back the love of my life."
It won't be that easy, though. He thought, annoyed. That assassin could kill me before I do anything.
On the drive to the place, Capsaicin did notice that something was wrong with the sidewalk.
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Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)
Mystery / Thriller"An assassin on the loose!? Oh, Scovillian Lords!" - Have you ever thought about a serial killer going viral in your town? Well, one special Cookie does get to experience this strange phenomenon. Thirty-two year old Capsaicin Cookie, a retired Scov...
