The Case of The Cobalt Killer

Chapter 1

People, The top of the food chain as they all say. They are what make this world "whole". Personally I think people who say crap like that are just as "crazy" as I am. People are hypocrites. They say that murderers, rapists, wife beaters, and drug lords are monsters and should be put down like the dogs they are. But when you actually do something about it, actual giving those bastards what they deserve they call you the monster. That's what happened to me, they call me a monster, a killer. But instead of fighting it.

Saying "I'm not a killer." "I'm not a monster."

I chose to embrace it.

You can't fight your true nature.

I am Chamber Farahmand, and I am a detective at Rapid City Police Department. But I am better known as The vigilante serial killer "The Rapid City Machete."

"Hey Chamber!"

"Come on man wake up!"

Great my midnight nap is ruined.

"What do you want?" I said sleepily to my partner Fable.

"We got a call, Ironsides wants us at Cooper Avenue ASAP."

"Can I ask why he needs us at this time?" I say ready to sleep again.

"Apparently... 6 people have been murdered."

My eyes finally opened.

"Finally something interesting." I muttered under my breathe.

"What?"

"He needs us now doesn't he." I say trying to get ready as fast as I can.

"Jeez I've never seen this excited before." Fable said

"We're finally doing something I'm good at."

"Analyzing the crime scene?"

Why did he ask such a stupid question.

"No, finding killers." I replied.

"Well I guess we're lucky to have you in the department, it takes a killer to know a killer."

I looked at him with a blank expression on my face, pretending I didn't know what he meant, But I knew exactly what he meant. It's because he knows that I'm a killer which isn't much of a surprise, everyone in the country knows what I am. Hell the only reason why I'm not in the electric chair is because I helped the department solve an impossible case. But still no one in the department respects me, I think the only person that doesn't want my head is Fable.

"Come on Chamber, we need to get going."

"Yeah I'll be right there."

I grab my Machete and put it in my coat. I don't know if I sound creepy saying this but I never leave anywhere without my Machete.

After exiting the station I couldn't help but take a deep breathe, It was nice to get out of the uncomfortably small office and smell something other than cigarette smoke.

We got into Fables "personal" car. It was a nice Blue 1957 Ford Thunderbird, it was something Fable considered his "baby" which I never really understood why he called it that. Fable started the engine and we rode off to the scene of the crime.

We finally got to our destination.

I was excited, I started fantasizing what I would see. Decapitated bodies?, Mutilated corpses?, Nails down the victim's throats? I was getting excited just thinking about it. It's been awhile since we got a murder case, for what felt like a year we were only investigating robbery's, run away teens, and even missing cats.

"Fable!"

"Chamber!"

"Get your asses over here now!"

Chief Ironsides, my boss, I have no respect for the asshole. Granted he was the one that kept me from getting my brain fried. But he's been a dick to me ever since.

"Yes Chief what do you need?" Fable asked

"I want psychopath over here to analyze the scene of the crime, I want to know what happened here and if we're dealing with another serial killer." The Chief said while looking at me

"Yes sir!" Replied Fable.

"You, Chamber."

"What."

"Analyze the scene of the crime and report what happened, and don't screw around I don't want your sick fetish getting involved."

"Sir that thing you call "fetish" is how determine what happened, and the only reason you got a promotion." I said specifically to piss him off

"You shut your damn mouth Chamber remember that I am the only reason you are still a live man walking!" He replied with fiery in his eyes

"I would have taking the electric chair If I knew I was going to be your personal bi... ."

"Alright that's enough!" Fable said trying to stop what was about to start.

"I'm sorry sir, Chamber come on we need to get this done."

Before I could say "Not until I break his neck" Fable was already dragging me to where the victims lied dead.