A Sunset of Rage

Chapter 8

"AHH!" Damien yelled, standing up so fast his chair fell over.
"Dami, calm down! Maybe Sal hanged up fake corpses like always!" Frederic "reasoned".
"No, fool! There's a new murderer on the loose! We have to evacuate the citizens!" Damien hollered, preparing for combat.
"Stop at once! You're embarrassing me!" Arnoldo ordered.
Damien jumped on the table. "ATTENTION CITIZENS! THERE IS A MURDERER FOUND AT JUSTICE! EVACUATE TO SAFETY, NOW!" he screamed. Everyone stared at him, immensely confused.
Arnoldo tugged his emo suit jacket. "Cornelius, halt your behavior! The citizens are bewildered!" he hissed.
"No! I must save them!" Damien yelled, trying to tug a child out. Its mother held it by the feet.
Suddenly, an explosion rumbled through the restaurant. The citizens screamed. The soda machine collapsed on a child. Through the wreckage, a fat figure emerged.
"Wow, you didn't bring me candy for valentime's day?" Jennica demanded, carrying a rocket launcher on which she had enscripted elf drawings.
Damien stared ghastily. This fat warrior was strangely familiar. Then it clicked. "Y-You're the one who infiltrated the FBI office!" he exclaimed, pointing with a small, creature like finger.
"Hahaha. Wow, you just now realized? That's sad," Jennica chuckled. She unscrolled the holy scroll, on which the Prophecy of Moiste was written. "This restaurant now belongs to Lord Moiste. There is no limit to the casualties I can inflict upon you."
"Dami, a fat one!" Frederic exclaimed.
Jennica shot him with a flaming arrow. "Ah!" he said as he flopped to the floor. Then, using the distraction as a distraction, she charged.
However, the skilled warrior Arnoldo stepped in the way, blocking her attack with his arm of steel. She murmured profanity as she was crumbled to a halt. But this wasn't enough to stop her. She swung her large fist, aiming for the child's face.
Arnoldo swiftly utilized the skills he had used to violate Frederic and Damien. He ducked, kicking her stubby legs out from under her. As she collapsed, he kicked her across the room, making her splat on the pavement outside.
"You...human...b*stard..." she growled, slowly rising to her large feet.
Arnoldo held out his laser arm, aiming it at her. "Begone, foul fatty," he ordered.
"Tsk. You may think you've won this battle, but you're just being fooled by your human imagination. In reality, we fat elvens have extended further into the earth than you've expected. Have fun being skinny while you can, little one," Jennica snickered. With that, she flew into the sky.
"Am I on drugs or something?" Damien asked.
"M-My fries!" Frederic whined, mourning the smashed fries on the floor. He uncoothly formed a napkin flower, placing it on their resting place.
"Underlings, follow me. I have collected the fat one's DNA. We need to hurry to the FBI lab," Arnoldo summoned.
Damien observed the large footprints on the floor. "There's blood on the footprints..." he murmured thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as if he was intelligent.
"Dami, look. A sample," Frederic said, holding up a broken lens from Jennica's old man glasses.
Damien carefully held it up, eyeing it with his dark, evil eyes. "It seems this can be used in the case," he remarked.
"Demon, what's your personality type?" Frederic inquisited.
"INTJ, fool. The most evil type. The epitome of villainness. The soul of the wicked. Only the cruelest can be this rare of a soul," Damien snapped, putting his chubby hands on his hips.
"That type means you lack kindness," Frederic commented.
Damien sniffled, looking at a picture of Jadelyn he carried in his pierce the veil wallet. "Kindness is for the WEAK!" he yelled, sobbing.
"Are you sh*ts going to stand around b*tching or is the plot going to develop?" Arnoldo demanded.
"Wow, thanks. Apparently goths aren't allowed to express emotion. That's fine. Emotion is for fools. Let's go, inferior ones," Damien scoffed, wiping away tears with a spiderweb handkerchief.
Off to the FBI office...