Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)

˗ˏˋ Chapter Eight. ˎˊ˗

(TW: Death)

The shadowy figure didn't reassemble anything from Capsaicin's vision. It was dark, and so was the cookie's outfit. "Not good." Capsaicin whispered to himself. He felt like he was in a movie of some sort. About to catch the villian and commence the solution.

The alleyway seemed like every other Scovillian alleyway. Back in the 2000s, a few cookies would come and vandalize the insides with paintings and designs, all representing different spicy and fiery things. A year later, each one of those cookies were arrested, and came new cookies interested in their incorrect doing. Arrested them, too. It became a loophole, and now the walls are splattered with warm and vivid colors.

The lights on the police car helped a lot. Capsaicin had totally forgot about that. The figure now stood right in front of his car, completely silent. Meanwhile, Capsaicin got out of the vehicle, carrying his handcuffs in his hand. This job was so easy!

"Alright, man, hands behind your back. You've been doing some business around here?" He asked the intruder, who was surprisingly kind of short. The cookie in the black outfit nodded no, turning around. Then they sprinted off before they could get handcuffed.

"HEY! Get back here, you little SCOVILLIAN RASCAL!" Capsaicin screeched after him, bolting into the police car and chasing them down the alleyway. The lights reflected different symbols from the past grafitti loophole years ago. Capsaicin was surprised on how quick he was when he sprinted to his car.

The chase was pure heat, and some cookies started filming what was going on. Capsaicin, completely unfazed by the popularity, continued to keep going and chasing the cookie. They were very fast with their movements, though, and kept turning corners to make Capsaicin seem fooled. He grinded his teeth in fury, both of his muscular hands gripped so tight on the wheel his knuckles turned a pale gray.

Finally, the culprit stopped running and was now in a shady area. The silence was so loud, Officer Capsaicin (how sexy /HUGE JOKE),felt his ears ring from the quietness. Of course they would stop in an eerie area. Capsaicin thought, annoyed now because the police vehicle was running low on gas, too.

The criminal looked back and took a left, into a medium-sized building. Capsaicin waited outside of the building for as long as they would take. If they did not come out after an hour, he would go in and track from there. Luckily, the criminal was out in fifteen minutes. The only difference was that they were holding two things and tinges of purple appeared at the hood.

The depressing death part starts here. You have been warned.
(It's december rn and it isn't even that depressing...)

The two things they were holding was not just a gun, but another cookie being dragged by the hair. The cookie being dragged was a female, gagged and covered with red blood stains and ash marks from the asphault ground. She was kicking and screaming, trying to get free. The cookie holding her, the criminal, was laughing. His voice was deep, and started to point the gun at the poor girl.

"You want to end up like this girl?!" The assassin snapped, directing the gun right to the girl's temple. He took off the girl's hood and the tape around her face, causing Capsaicin to stand in shock.

The girl was Kouign-Amann Cookie, his one and only highschool sweetheart.

"LET ME GO!" Kouign shrieked, still kicking and gasping for her life. Capsaicin could not believe how or why she had been captured. Mostly how. Capsaicin pulled the revolver out quickly and pointed it at the assassin, who laughed at being held gunpoint.

"You really think that is even going to do something? I'll shoot this girl and leave in the blink of an eye, simple. Also, Officer Capsaicin Cookie? Aren't you the Stupid Overlord?"

"Spice Overlord, to be exact. And you have NO RIGHT to be killing innocent cookies!" Capsaicin shot back, narrowing his eyes and fingering the trigger on the gun. His veins were popping out of his skin in fiery rage. Flames rose on his forearms.

The criminal giggled. "Stupid Overlord!"

And then they shot Kouign-Amann Cookie blank.

Capsaicin tried holding back tears. His life with her flashed before his eyes. His first kiss was with her. His first date was with her. He remembered studying with her about volcanoes in social studies. He remembered everything. And now she was dead, and gone forever. A hole in the corpse of Kouign was bleeding heavily, and her eyes were pure white. Deceased and murdered.

"No... Amann..." Capsaicin cried, wanting to just disappear so badly. So much for the job being easy. The criminal had already ran off to who knows where.

The blood was making Capsaicin want to vomit. He took a picture of the sight, grabbed his cellular device, and dialed. "Officer Capsaicin Cookie here. We're going to need some backup." He had to fight back his tears as he called. Who would want to see one of the most popular Scovillians in town puddle lava tears down his face...?

The killer would.