Donny Hunter: Detective Extraordinaire

Confident, brave, strong, handsome. These are the words that describe what can only be the greatest man alive. He solves cases faster than Sherlock Holmes, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to lock up the greatest criminals with a single clue..
Donny Hunter: Detective Extraordinaire locks up criminals at a glance, can solve a case in moments, and gets ALL the ladies. He keeps criminals off the streets just by being alive, for they cowered at the thought of the great Donny Hunter bearing down on them. His brilliant white smile can light up the darkest of nights. A pseudo superhero at worst, he is undeniably the best detective/womanizer ever.
"Donny, we have a case for you." said Nat, a busty woman of 24 and the Scooby Doo to Don's Shaggy (Except more woman than dog).
"Ha! Again? Do these cretin ever rest?" Donny remarked, "What am I, a superhero?"
"Come on, Don. Don't get too full of yourself, this is a real tough one. The police in some small town called Stoneberry in Alberta have been working on this case for a while. Some sort of triple homicide." She pushed her thick rimmed glasses up her small nose.
"They say this guy left no prints, DNA or anything but bloody shoeprints. The pattern of the kill suggests that he may kill again, but nothing has turned up, so the track has run cold. They need your expertise to bring this bastard down. There's a nice chunk of cash in it for you."
"Hmm. Say that last thing again." Donny said.
"There's a nice chunk of cash in it for you?" Nat responded.
"No no. Before that." Nat sighed, "They need your expertise to bring this bastard down."
"Yeah, I like that."
Donny prepared his supplies for the trip. Toothbrush, toothpaste, sunglasses, dust, tape, an oversized magnifying glass and other assorted detective tools.
This was a serious case, and the best one in months. The only problem is that they hadn't called him sooner. His rates were fairly cheap considering the quality of detective work. Something seemed fishy about this case.
Donny and Nat left the next day. They just had to hop on a plane from the offices in Vancouver to Calgary, then taxi his way to Stoneberry. The whole trip was set to take a day.
Another detective and a friend of Donny's drove him and Nat to the Vancouver Airport. They were a little late to get there, so Nat left quickly, her heels clopping on the pavement.
"Thanks, Jonah. I hate taking taxis." Donny looked towards Nat, who was already half way through the parking lot.
"Nat thanks you too."
"It's no problem Don. Just make sure you get back soon so we can get the guys over for a game of poker."
Nat urged Don to run as their plane was about to leave.
"Come on! You are so slow!" Always so impatient. Donny laughed, "Oh, I will, just so long as this one doesn't stop me." They shared a good laugh.
On the plane, there wasn't much amiss. They watched Taxi for their in-flight movie.
"Seriously, how old is this movie?" Donny complained, "Couldn't they get something new with all this money we have to fork over for these tickets?"
"Oh shush."
The flight itself was only a couple of hours, but Donny got so little sleep, as he normally did before a case, that he dozed off in the middle of the movie. Another thing that happened before a case, was he dreamed. This time he dreamed of the family that was murdered – A single mom and her two daughters, one ten and the other twelve – and their killer. What kind of sick freak would do such a terrible thing? Even though Donny hadn't seen any pictures of the scene - he liked to see it in person before deducing anything – he had been told over the phone by the Stoneberry police chief that it was pretty gruesome.
Donny naturally imagined the worst possible things. This time, he imagined the family just getting home from an outing. Just them, having some girl-time. Buying clothes, shoes, talking about boys they liked. They get home, and the youngest forgets to close the door all the way, so it doesn't lock properly. Everyone is just about to fall asleep, the mother hugging a pillow, trying to remember what her long deceased husband smelled like.
The oldest is coddled up in her blanket, reading a good book in the dimmest light so as not to disturb her younger sister.
The youngest is holding her teddy bear tight, because it's windy outside and the rustling of the trees scares her.
Then, some creep crawls in through the unlocked door, sneaking in without a sound. He knows he's going to get the good stuff tonight as he has been stalking this family for weeks, waiting for the right opportunity. He likes girls the best. He knows everything about them. Their names, their favourite toys, friends, everything.
He sneaks around, surveying the area. He checks around for anything expensive, but this is a poor family, so he doesn't expect much. He makes sure to keep the light off to avoid rousing suspicion from the neighbours or the family themselves. His knee finds the coffee table and makes a loud thud.
A faint whisper, "Ashley, hey Ash, did you hear something downstairs?"
"Yeah, tell Mommy."
"Okay, you make sure you stay here, and don't make a noise. I'll tell Mom." Says the oldest, taking the role of big sister.
She slowly creeps her way to the door. It makes a creaking noise as she opens it. The girls wince.
"Shh! Be quiet, Katie. They might hear you!"
"I thought I told you to stay quiet!" she snapped.
Katie stuck her foot out, testing each floorboard before stepping, so she didn't make a sound. That's when she heard it. A creak, like someone shifting their weight. She froze, dead in her tracks. Someone was there, standing just down the hall. She could hear his breathing from the crack in the door.
Katie squinted through the nearly tangible darkness. She could barely make out the form of a man. Tall and skinny, clad completely in black. One arm seemed to be slightly longer than the other, but it may have just been the dark. She sees a glint in the man's left hand. A knife so big it was practically a sword.
The man doesn't move for a few moments. Maybe he doesn't notice that Katie was there. She holds her breath, trying desperately not to make any noise.
The intruder takes a slow step. Katie gasps, then stops herself. He takes another step. He turns on the spot, silent as a cat, and places his hand on the mother's room door handle. He turns it slowly.
"Ashley, is that you?" Comes a faint voice from the room, "C'mon baby, I know the wind is scary just come in here with mommy."
The man then pushes the door open slowly. Waiting for that scream of terror as the woman realizes that there is an intruder. He turns his head towards Katie and for a moment she could make out every detail of his face. He was slightly unshaven, he had wide pupils and dark eyes. The scariest feature of all was the wide grin on his face. It almost reminded Katie of a clown at a circus. The man pushes the door open all the way.
There it is, the gasp.
"What do you want? You can t-take anything you want just d-don't hurt us, please. Please!" She stammered, as her eyes fell on the knife, "Please! Don't hurt us!"
The man doesn't say anything. He takes the last few steps, and pounces on his prey like an animal. He pins her down with his legs and breathes into her face.
"Are you ready? I am. This is going to be so good."
The woman screams with terror. It turns Katie and Ashley's blood cold. The man cuts the mother's chest open, enjoying the blood that slips out. He licks his blade once before plunging the knife back into the woman's body over and over again. She is completely incapacitated and can only scream for her life.
"Katie, take your sister and get out of here," She coughs up blood, "Go, don't worry about me!"
Katie and Ashley are too scared to move. The killer finishes off his first prey, and begins a slow walk, making sure to include a loud thud with every step. He licks his lips, and thrusts open the bedroom door. The girls scream. Katie and Ashley are huddled in the corner together with Teddy, both crying. There's nowhere they can run; they're trapped between the only exit and their maker.
The man jumps to the corner and grabs Katie by the hair. He cuts just along the hairline until her entire scalp comes off. Blood spills everywhere and covers the sheets and blankets of Katie's bed. Both Katie and Ashley are screaming the whole time. The man continues to slice and stab her all over. Katie tries to squirm away, but can feel her life slipping away. Before she passes, she utters, "Ashley, I love you..."
"I love you too, Katie. No, please don't go! No!" She rushes over to Katie's lifeless body, and forgets about the man.
The man laughs. This was completely worth the month-long wait. He looks down at the helpless girl below him, clutching her beloved sister with wet eyes. He disembowels the sisters, and leaves their remains all over the toys, bedding and floor. He makes sure he tracks as much blood through the house with his shoes as possible.
Donny woke with a start. He was drenched in sweat, and was clammy all over.
"Are you okay Don? You were in a terrible fit for the past half hour. What was happening?" Nat said, worried.
"I had a dream again. It was terrible. If the real thing is even remotely as terrible as this, we are dealing with one sick fuck."
The rest of the journey was uneventful. They taxied to Stoneberry (To Donny's displeasure), then met up with the other detectives at the police station.
"Donny Hunter: Detective Extraordinaire, or Don for short. This is my partner, Nat Rodriguez."
"Pleasure" Nat said with a courtesy.
"I wish we were meeting on better terms, Chief erm..."
"Flemming," Said the chief in a gruff voice, "Chief Flemming."
The chief was a tall man. He was in his mid forties, and had just a touch of grey. He was average build and you could tell he wore his badge with pride.
"Yes, right. Let's get down to business," Started Donny, "I am here for the case on the Samuels family murder. I'd like to know everything about the family and the murder."
"Well, the family is just a mother and two girls. Frieda was the mother, and the girls were named Katie and Ashley," Don had a look of surprise on his face.
"What is it, Don?" Nat asked.
"Those names. They were the same names from the dream." He looked like he was going to be sick.
"Well were the names mentioned in the report?"
"No. Just continue. It's probably just a coincidence."
"The father died in a hunting accident shortly after the young one was born. They are a moderately privileged family money wise, as they have had several other family members die, mostly of natural causes and accidents." Chief Flemming explained.
"Were they the only ones left in the family, or are there more?" Asked Nat, who already had her notepad out.
"They have some more relatives, but nothing direct. Just a great aunt or two." Replied Flemming, "We have put them under our watch, just in case."
"Anything else? Was there any reason someone would want to murder them?" Don grilled.
"Not that anyone knows of. They kept to themselves, there's no drug use or history of drug use and they were just plain nice people. It's really a shame that they're gone. Officer Brown was a close friend of the family, and I too had some ties with them. It's really sad." Flemming took a moment and avoided eye contact.
"I just don't get it!"
Nat rubbed his back, "Sometimes these things just happen. Trust me, we will do everything in our power to bring this guy down. We will bring him in."
The three of them went to the Samuels' house to examine the crime scene. On the walk there, they continued to discuss the family, but nothing of any use came up. Don took note of how much Flemming knew about them.
They started in the downstairs. They couldn't find much other than bloody shoe prints leading from upstairs.
"We already examined the downstairs carefully. We left everything as it was besides the bodies so the friends and family could mourn. Here are pictures if you want to look at them. We found that the murder weapon was a knife."
Don took the pictures. They were exactly the same as his dream. This had happened before. His dreams had always been his secret weapon to solving a case. They always showed him the scene of the death the night before he arrived on the case. He just told people some bogus theory that "explains" everything that he knows.
"The angle of the blade shows that the unsub is overweight." for example. He never told anyone because he knew that they would want to take advantage of his ability somehow.
Donny passed the pictures to Nat, "I don't need these," He said to Nat, "Feel free to look them over. Let's head upstairs."
The scene was gruesome. Blood and organs were smeared all over the walls and littered the hall way. They stepped into the mother's bedroom first. Apparently, Don's dream didn't show everything.
All the sheets were coated in blood. The smell of death was in the air. The aroma of the blood put a metallic taste in Don's mouth. The blankets and sheets were in disarray, showing that there was a struggle. There were spatters of blood on the wall.
"This gives be the creeps. Can we please move on?" Nat complained. Don could tell she was nearly in tears. It was a terrible murder.
They head down the hallway. Their feet creaked on the hardwood floor. Nat slipped slightly.
"Brace yourselves. This is worse than the other room." Said Flemming. Flemming exhaled before opening the door. He pushed open the door, and they were met with a blast of blood-stench. Blood was again smeared across the walls. Huge chunks of hair and bits of skin were adorned around the bed closest to the door. Intestines were wrapped around the desk, and even the teddy bear was eviscerated and stuffed with various organs from the little girls.
Nat broke down. The sight was just too much. She hugged Don like they were lovers.
"Oh, Don. It's terrible." she said, "Who the hell is this freak."
"Step inside. There's more in the closet." Said Flemming.
Flemming opened the closet door. This was the worst of all. Eyeballs, fingers and toes of the victims were placed in a strange array that looked somehow beautiful, though creepy. The weeks worth of rotting flesh stained their noses. Nat looked a though she was going to pass out. Even though they were experienced detectives, they had never experienced something so... just terrible.
"Now that I have you in here..." Said Flemming in a dark voice "I can't allow you to leave."
"What?!" Nat and Don said together.
"I did it. I killed them. It felt great. I plotted for months. I followed them everywhere, and waited for the perfect chance to attack. I broke in, I picked them off one by one, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Have you ever tasted blood Mr. Hunter? An innocent girl's blood? It's fucking delicious. If I could have gotten away with it, I would kept some in a crystal bottle and put that shit on toast." He licked his lips, as though reminiscing.
"And now I'm going to do the same to you." He drew a knife and thrust it towards Nat's heart. Don quickly pushed her onto the bed. She landed among some organs, but she was okay. For the moment at least. He then tackled Flemming to the ground. The one day he didn't bring his gun with him.
They wrestled on the ground for a moment, and covered each other in the drying blood. Don was able to throw a couple of punches, but Flemming was in a blood lust. He bit onto Don's shoulder and wouldn't let go. When he went to get Flemming off of his shoulder, he let go of Flemming's knife hand. Flemming immediately took this advantage to stab Don in the back. He stabbed him multiple times, making a sickening shlick sound. Don grunted and rolled off of Flemming.
Nat by this time had passed out of sheer terror. The thought of being surrounded by blood was too much for her and she fainted.
Nat woke a moment later to see Flemming plunging his knife into Don's stomach. He cut open his abdomen and started pulling out organs. He wrapped the large intestine around his neck like a scarf. Nat was too scared to scream. The unadmitted love of her life was being gutted before her eyes.
Flemming threw the knife out into the hall. He grabbed Don's small intestine, walked over to Nat, and strangled her to death with it.
The great Donny Hunter: Detective Extraordinaire and his partner, Natalie Rodriguez dead.
The police found their beloved chief passed out nude among the carnage with a huge, red grin on his bloodied face.
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