The Detective

Chapter 4: The Rake And The Brother

The detective walked into his room and shut the door behind him letting out a brief sigh. He didn't want to let Rick know earlier but he took quite a beating from the fight he had with Jeff and having to deal with The Rake didn't help either. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his body to relieve some strain from his body. He walked over to the window and opened the curtains flooding the room with moonlight.

Mr.Creepypasta: I wonder... if I'll ever win before I die.

The detective took off his long brown trench coat and hat, then he removed his mask, revealing his inhuman face. He walked towards the window and gazed up at the moon, allowing the moonlight to brush his face. He took his shirt off and dropped backwards on his bed, placing his hands on the back of his head as he laid there. Ever since he was transformed into the monster he is today he lost the ability to sleep. Most nights he was to busy working to think about it, but nights like this he tends to just lay in bed and stare at the moon.

Mr.Creepypasta: I swear one day, even if it costs me my own life. I..will..kill that faceless son of a bitch.

Suddenly a loud screech ringed through out the shack from where The Rake was caged. The detective popped up out of the bed and dashed towards the noise. He and Rick arrived to the room at the same time and glanced at each other, then gazed at the busted open, poor excuse of a cage. The door to the shack was broken down as well.

Rick: Well hell brother how did that thing break open a cage you made?

Mr.Creepypasta: It didn't the Rake doesn't have that much strength and it's claws, no matter how sharp, wouldn't work either.

Rick: So your saying one his buddies came and busted him out huh?

Rick lit a cigarette in his mouth and gently blew the smoke out of his mouth. Rick grabbed his shotgun, his two pistols and machete. As he walked past the detective he sternly placed his hand on his shoulder signaling let go and the two of them walked out the broken down door. After awhile the two were met by a couple acres of woods, the detective kneeled down and picked up the smell of The Rake. The detective waved his hand forward and the two walked into the vast woods.

Mr. Creepypasta: Yep that foul son of a bitch went this way but he's with someone familiar. I can't make out which one it might be thou.

Rick: Hopefully it's not one of the stronger ones and we can bring them both back. By the way what exactly were you planning on doing with him brother. If you were going to kill him you would of just done it.

Mr.Creepypasta: I need him to tell me how to find Slenderman and Zalgo...

Rick: We need more manpower.

Mr.Creepypasta: What?!

Rick: Let's be honest brother, I aint much help to you being that im just a human. On top of that, yea you are pretty strong compared to the rest, but I think the fact that you haven't had any success catching or killing on of them says something. You can't win by yourself brother.

Mr. Creepypasta: Well what the hell are we gonna do Rick?! Incase you haven't noticed there isn't a league of superpowered heroes who we can just ask. "Hey you guys wanna help us kill these boogyman rip offs and save the world and get cake and bullshit?!".... It's not that simple Rick, this world...it has no heroes. There is no God...only demons and devils.

Rick: But...but there has to be more people like you out there Cole. You honestly think your the only one they've turned who decided to fight back?!

The next step the two brothers took was a wet gooey one that caught their attention. The two looked up and gazed upon a pool of blood and deer carcasses. A pair of growls were heard around them as if the two making the noised were circling their prey. Suddenly the growls turned to demented laughter. Then one of the monsters spoke with a growling voice.