The Living Monstrosity

Chapter 1 - The Call

It was around 11pm , near midnight. I was currently in the midst of dealing with the usually drunken lunatic call. "So to put this into perspective , He asked you for another drink and you refused but then he bloody went to swing for you with knuckies? " I said to the bartender. Huh if only that was the worst cases I dealt with. I looked around the broken rock-bottom excuse of Pub. It was as clean as the Garden of Eden ; The floor was shining with polish , even the Bar looked extremely fresh (with an exception of the scratch which appeared to be done by some sort of machete).

"Look mate , I'm telling you he was sat right there and tried to hit me with a shattered beer bottle" uttered the Bartender. Shattered beer bottle? Something just didn't feel right , I just had a cold vigour about this call.

"Hold on a second you called us said , and if I quote , 'He demanded another drink and try to hit me with some bloody knuckledusters' , so where does this shattered beer bottle come from then eh? " I asked. Sweat swam down the Bartender's face like an Everest avalanche. I've dealt with similar cases like this before ; And if I had to take a pretty good guess this was a set up!

Violently the Pub door slammed shut. I was a worm in a birds nest - about to be eaten. A shotgun load sound came from the bar.

"I know who you are , Mason , I've been watching you for sometime , I remember the first time I saw you" said the Bartender. Shock grasped my body , I felt a rush of adrenaline hit me. "Oh well this fun now , you think I took this job to be scared of a lousy shotgun , I've been promoted DCI for reason" I shouted. I slowly put my hand into my pocket , cautious of the shotgun's barrel. After some struggle I managed to silently call Jessica , my associate.

"You think this is funny , Mason , Do you even know who I am?" demanded the Bartender.

"Enlighten me" I said. Instantaneously the Bartender , began to lick the end of the shotgun . Strangely caressing his shotgun , I began to question more about what's wrong with him that who he actually is.

"It's half past bloody midnight mate , put the shotgun down and let's leave it at that" I argued.

"NO!" The Bartender enraged "No, no, no , I'm not done with you yet , you'll soon see it"

"See what?" I questioned. But at that point the shotgun was aimed at the Bartenders head ; A bullet struck into the wrinkled visage. Blood erupted across the wooden floor like Pompeii all over again. The Bartenders body collapsed. It was silent. I walked outside the bar , blinded by the fact he had shot himself.

It was around 1pm , near midnight , I was in the current midst of dealing with an unusual suicide.