Rewriting Murder

[Emperor Violenjiger]

I took upon me to start rewrite Murder Of Desutoroia a short while ago... and here you get to see the First Chapter re-done. BTW: its NOT the entire First Chapter...

[Emperor Violenjiger]

CHAPTER 1: A Mystery

The night was ferocious and had been unlike any other that had passed in the city of Roostville, and little did the residentials in the area realize that this would be a night that would change the way of life for countless people, forever. The blackness of the night time sky was dishonouring as the sullen and cheerless clouds proceeded to mask the stars, creating an atmosphere of supreme misery. Not even the sparkle of the moon could be noticed through the masking of the ominous that seemed to pass over harmlessly. It was disguising a revolting secret that would soon shock the citizens of Roostville.
Roostville's cemetery, which was located atop of Desu-Hill, could be seen or spotted from a far distance. During the day time the graveyard had felt more friendly with the green grass blazing through the wind and the presence of beautiful flowers that surrounded the grave stones. At night, however, the cemetery was a less peaceful place and pretended to put on a mantle of harmful mischief. The shadows of the trees appeared to literally come alive and take on the form of monsters and other critters that go bump in the night. To the easily frightened, the cemetery would place itself in a garment of malcontent manner and keep most visitors away at night.
The date was July ninenth, 2014, and only a few minutes had lapsed away since the clock had struck midnight when a van filled with teenagers thrust itself forward and made its way up Desu-Hill to reach the cemetery. The young adolescents were hoping to get a party started without parental supervision so they could provide all the smokes and drinks they pleased. What a better place than the local cemetery, one of them had suggested, since no one ever goes there at night and they would be far away from disturbing anyone with their irrational and unappropriate behaviour that was going to be taking place.
The teenagers had been cruising for a little excitement and planned mostly on the spending the whole night getting wasted, or loaded with alcohol. A few of the kids who were in the crowd came up here every Friday and drank with each other at the tomb sight for one of the richest families that ever lived in Roostville. Another one of the kids who had come to the cemetery with her friends was a young girl, looking for a good time. Oddly enough, she had wandered off into the cemetery by herself, perhaps searching for a little excitement in getting scared.
The girl had wandered far passed the water fountain atop the large slump in the cemetery and proceeded left from the gatehouse where she could see through the trees beyond the cemetery, and just ahead was Desu-Mansion. However, something else caught the girl's attention from the corner of her eye; she had spotted the silhouette of what appeared to be someone sitting on a throne in the middle of the grave yard, and from his position whoever it could have been was overlooking the city districts below.
She was a little frightened at first, but the girl had a brave heart and stepped forward to investigate what she was seeing, even if it was risking her life. She was always an adventureous type. As the girl came closer, she began to hear all kinds of strange sounds and noises, moans that seemed to come from beneath the soil. The whispering of the dead was enough to scare away the bravest of knights, but the girl still approached the motionless man that sat upon the throne that had been mysteriously placed in the cemetery without reason. The man who sat there was cloaked by a hood and his face was kept hidden from her by a mask.
"Sir," the girl asked calmly, "are you okay?" There was no answer from the man, no response at all. There was no proof the man was even alive, so she crept herself forward and placed her fingers on the man's wrist where his veins were to check for a pulse. An unexplainable sensation overcame the girl as she felt a chill go down her spine when she discovered the man had no pulse at all. He was dead. Frightened, and panicking in a frenzied madness she screamed and ran back to her friends as quickly as she could.
Officers from the Roostville Moderator Department were dispatched immediately to the Desu-Hill Cemetery to look into and investigate the startling call they had recieved from a few teens about a dead body. Among the officers sent to examine the crime scene were Melkor and Raptor, two of the best in line at the Moderator Station. They had proved themselves again and again to be more than just expandable assets to the community. Shortly after arrival and a quick glance at the body, the dead man was identified as Sir, Lord Desutoroia. The Moderator Department now had to determine the cause of death, and whether or not it was murder.
Melkor was a highly-regarded and respected authority to those in the community and was a preserver of his culture. He had long black hair, and dressed his best whenever he could. Melkor knelt over and observed the frightened expression on the face of the dead man. It was seemingly ruined by a hidden and unknown fear which Melkor believed was the key to solving this perplexing mystery. But fear of what? He continued his examination of the body and checked Desutoroia's neck but there was no evidence of strangulation. Melkor checked over and over again as he saw fit but it yielded naught for there were no stab wounds on Desutoroia's body, no were there gunshot wounds. Cardiovascular records made no indications that he would have had a heart attack so perhaps, Desutoroia's untimely death was caused by fear. His face seemed literally like a nightmarish painting come to life; the vivid emotions of terror were captured perfectly by the well-turned brush of a cosmic artist. A hellish nightmare personified through Desutoroia. Melkor frowned.
Not since the escape of some dangerous mental patients from the Roostville Institution for the Mentally Insane had Roostville witnessed a murder. Melkor remembered that day perfectly: faulty security measures allowed three of the most insane criminals to walk about the streets and kill over a dozen innocent people. Melkor sighed with disappointment and returned to examining Desutoroia's body further. It was rather unfortunate for Desutoroia was once a classmate of Melkor's.
At the morgue the phone rang and Melkor left the mortuary room to see who it was. Sheriff Varan had been roused from his drowsy catnap and made it to the cemetery in record time but he would have to wait until daylight before a completed analysis of the crime scene could be made. The Sheriff was an aspiring writer and less-vocal member of the community who served as Roostville's long and scaly arm of the law to keep things in order around here. The Sheriff was also a friend to the wife of the deceased.
A deputy was called to secure the area before The Sheriff followed the other officers back to the morgue. The moderate cavalcade behind the hospital ambulance had soundlessly made its way back to town as there was no need to run code. Furthermore, there was nothing the medics could do for Desutoroia now. Bad enough those teenagers would more than likely tell everyone they could think of about what they had seen or thought they'd seen. It was certain that this was not going to be a good day for Roostville, the Sheriff figured.
Sheriff Varan placed the phone down in the morgue office as Melkor came in with a look of expectation of his face.
"That was the crime lab. The quickest they can schedule a pick up is two days from now. And knowing them, it'll be at least another week we are able to get a preliminary statement." The Sheriff noted the frustration on Melkor's face and felt for him as he did for all the afflicted when a close friend died. It was always harder when the death had been caused by violent manner and Varan had no doubt about it: foul play was involved. Questions were on everyone's mind as to who-what-when-how and why and the sooner he got answers, the better things would be.
The Sheriff travelled to City Hall to inform Mayor Werner about the present situation of what happened with Desutoroia. Mr. Werner, however, was at a beneficial meeting with his closet and most trusted associates, Brandon Waggle and Jeffrey R. Cooke. The three men were discussing business propositions with the government officials of the other cities. Mayor Werner was not too happy to see the Sheriff because he never had anything good to report. It was even worse when the Sheriff informed him about Desutoroia.
The Mayor wanted all of the residents in the Desu-Hill area questioned at once, he wanted to know if they had saw, heard or noticed anything suspicious concerning Desutoroia within the last few days. It was fortunate enough that the Sheriff was always one step ahead of the Mayor and had already dispatched two of his agents: Raptor and James Webster to question Desutoroia's neighbours.
Raptor was a lithe human when not needing to bring her more lethal heritage into play, and years spent in the western US were evident in her appreciation of leather, denim and functionality. James Webster was a detective with a keen tracking ability, who after completing further training with the Roostville Bureau of Investigation, had become Sheriff Varan's top detective. Both of them took their work when very seriously when the time was needed.
The first civilians in the area that were to be interrogated was Rodan70 and his wife, Brittany. Rodan70 was a tall and slim man with thick black hair and matching eyes. Brittany was about three years younger than Rodan70 and had brown hair and blue eyes. The two of them had a six year old daughter who was upstairs sleeping when the police officers arrived.
The couple were unaware of Desutoroia's recent demise and shocked at the news that someone they were associated with on a regular basis had died, and was more than likely murdered. The young couple also feared that something like this could again, and soon.
The moderators spoke with the couple for over an hour but what they learned was inconclusive. Raptor stood up and thanked both Rodan70 and Brittany for their time, and assured them that their neighbourhood would be on full surveillance for any strange activity so there was nothing for them to worry about and they could go about living their ordinary lives. Rodan70 shook hands with both Raptor and Mr. Webster and bid them farewell as they departed from his house for the night.
With the police gone to questions others in the area and no need to answer any more questions, Rodan70 sat down on his sofa and enjoyed watching a little television while Brittany went upstairs so she could go take a shower and freshen up for the morning. Brittany was humming to herself as she glided up the stair case and stepped into the bathroom and glanced into the mirror a few times. Everything seemed so perfect in that one moment.
Brittany began to strip down as she pulled back the shower curtains so she could hop in and turn on the hot water, but a grizzly sight caught her attention first. The horrifying image was forced into her head as she discovered a mannequin that was drenched in blood with a knife forced right into its chest. Brittany let out a scream like she never did before and Rodan70 ran to her aid to see what the fuss was about. When he saw it, he too was horrified like never before.
Sheriff Varan was immediately informed of the alarming and gruesome discovery and left the distinquished company without so much as a by your leave. When the siren and strobes of his cruiser directed up to Mayor Werner's penthouse atop the 90 story Godzilla Tower, Aaron Smith and the officials from Roostville's bordering cities suddenly remembered other commitments and bid their host goodnight. The Roostville officials quickly slipped into a secret elevator which was sealed behind the lavish draperies covering one wall and descended to the Roostville 'Command Post' deep below the Tower. Each official went to his assigned post in the electronic war room, designed by Mayor Werner's right hand man, Brandon Waggle. It was an easy concern to trace the Sheriff's mad dash toward Desu-Hill via a hidden tracking device surreptitiously concealed within his vehicle.
"I don't like this," Waggle had remarked, glancing around at his cohorts. "First Desutoroia and now Varan is at the Rodans' place." Jeffrey Cooke's usually confident, scholarly face of triumph reflected the fact that he had also tied two of the pieces to the puzzle together and the only clue they had so far led them to Desu-Hill where a certain professor at the Roostville Institute of Advanced Physics and Science resided.
And earlier the same day, Roostville kicked off a Mayoral election. Suddenly, Roostville TV advertisements were seen blaming Gamingboy and his cohorts for the crime and exhorting citizens and residentials to vite in favour of Jet Jaguar and his political party of mechanoids. Gamingboy was incredibly rich and wealthy, which he used as an excuse for being "eccentric" and making him sworn enemy to certain residents in the area, such as Andrew Smith, former boxer. Gamingboy was also the biggest stock holder in the local museum and patent holder for top secert devices that only the government would have access to. Devices such as the Neural Scanner which could fry ten brains at a time.
Jet Jaguar, leader of the opposing political party to Gamingboy, was a resident technophile and goodwill ambassador initially hired on by the local museum. Jaguar took full authority over the K.F.C., which he tries to keep out of trouble and broadcasting on a timely schedule. He is friends with the police officer James Webster, freguently stays is contact with the Ogasawara Islands.
Jet Jaguar was originally part of a bio-genetic cyborg operation in December of 2002, founded by various officials of Roostville. Severe damage was inflicted upon him in an inury with left paralyzed. Roostville's team of top scientists led by the leading expert, Dr. Sandworm Phish, managed to save Jaguar's life by replacing pre-existing body parts with robotic replicas. The process was a success, and luckily, they have never had to use the procedure since.
As the political shenanigans came into full swing, one would think everyone would be confused enough by the various candidates' promises and uncalled for attacks on each other to put the demise of Desutoroia out of mind. That was not the case, particularly with Jet Jaguar's party insinuating that Gamingboy's party might somehow be responsible or at least affiliated. It was worth noting that Werner's party had not joined in the mudslinging, no doubt due to their candidates being kept busy with more productive matters.
Brandon Waggle was still Roostville's Vice Mayor and as such, had a duty to try and keep the city from totally falling to pieces under the present administration. Why the citizens had not tried to impeach Mayor Werner first seemed like a strange way to do things but this was Roostville.
Sheriff Varan had developed a feeling of respect to the resident serpentines after years of trying to expose them at various plots and schemes (and establish that his charges stand up in court, which they usually failed to). In a adhesive case such as this one, he had no compunction about operating with them as their penchant for the high-minded good of society often outweighed the personal afflictions one might have with him.
If they started getting out of hand with THEIR campaign tactics, he could always spill the beans on where they got all the cattle for their big campaign kick-off barbecue. Several of them had relatives around Kong Town who weren't above rustling and making it look like aliens were responsible. Besides, it was out of his jurisdiction. For now, he could use their street smarts to hopefully figure out who (or what) was behind the murder and the skewered mannequin in the Rodans' bathroom.
Varan and the Moderators now had three crimes to worry about: the murder, the mannequin and the just reported assassination attempt of Gamingboy. Varan had been annoyed when he arrived at the scene of the assassination attempt and Gamingboy kept ensuring him that Desutoroia was the assailant; but that was impossible has Varan has called the morgue to double check. The Geekspawn had also been attacked by Gamingboy's assailant and was barely alive.
He returned to the Moderator Station to continue work on the murder case while the others stayed behind. James Ballard of Maser City came to ask the Sheriff some questions about Desutoroia's death.
"Well Sheriff, help me out," Ballard said, "What happened? How did this famous man die?"
"I'm sorry Ballard, but I can not tell you," Varan answered, "We're still waiting for the autopsy report."
"Oh," Ballard said acting a little dumbfounded, "What can you tell me about the case?"
"Why are you so interested, Ballard?" The Sheriff asked suspiciously.
"For my newspaper of course," Ballard said, "The Maser City Chronicle."
"All I can say is the deceased was found dead in the Desu-Hill Cemetary, not too far from his home," Varan told Ballard, "And for a murder, it was a very dramatic set up, as he was seated on a throne which had been dragged from an abandoned theatre near Desu-Hill."
"So, that's all you know so far?" asked James as the Sheriff nodded his response, "Well then, thank you for your time."
James Ballard left the Moderator Station to return to Maser City. Just as he left the office, the Sheriff had asked for someone to call in Melkor.
"Yes, Sheriff," Melkor said as he entered, "You wanted to see me?"
"I'm going to go check out Desu Mansion," The Sheriff answered in a cold voice.

[Emperor Violenjiger]

Added a little more to it...
CHAPTER 1: A Mystery

The night was ferocious and had been unlike any other that had passed in the city of Roostville, and little did the residentials in the area realize that this would be a night that would change the way of life for countless people, forever. The blackness of the night time sky was dishonouring as the sullen and cheerless clouds proceeded to mask the stars, creating an atmosphere of supreme misery. Not even the sparkle of the moon could be noticed through the masking of the ominous that seemed to pass over harmlessly. It was disguising a revolting secret that would soon shock the citizens of Roostville.
Roostville's cemetery, which was located atop of Desu-Hill, could be seen or spotted from a far distance. During the day time the graveyard had felt more friendly with the green grass blazing through the wind and the presence of beautiful flowers that surrounded the grave stones. At night, however, the cemetery was a less peaceful place and pretended to put on a mantle of harmful mischief. The shadows of the trees appeared to literally come alive and take on the form of monsters and other critters that go bump in the night. To the easily frightened, the cemetery would place itself in a garment of malcontent manner and keep most visitors away at night.
The date was July ninenth, 2014, and only a few minutes had lapsed away since the clock had struck midnight when a van filled with teenagers thrust itself forward and made its way up Desu-Hill to reach the cemetery. The young adolescents were hoping to get a party started without parental supervision so they could provide all the smokes and drinks they pleased. What a better place than the local cemetery, one of them had suggested, since no one ever goes there at night and they would be far away from disturbing anyone with their irrational and unappropriate behaviour that was going to be taking place.
The teenagers had been cruising for a little excitement and planned mostly on the spending the whole night getting wasted, or loaded with alcohol. A few of the kids who were in the crowd came up here every Friday and drank with each other at the tomb sight for one of the richest families that ever lived in Roostville. Another one of the kids who had come to the cemetery with her friends was a young girl, looking for a good time. Oddly enough, she had wandered off into the cemetery by herself, perhaps searching for a little excitement in getting scared.
The girl had wandered far passed the water fountain atop the large slump in the cemetery and proceeded left from the gatehouse where she could see through the trees beyond the cemetery, and just ahead was Desu-Mansion. However, something else caught the girl's attention from the corner of her eye; she had spotted the silhouette of what appeared to be someone sitting on a throne in the middle of the grave yard, and from his position whoever it could have been was overlooking the city districts below.
She was a little frightened at first, but the girl had a brave heart and stepped forward to investigate what she was seeing, even if it was risking her life. She was always an adventureous type. As the girl came closer, she began to hear all kinds of strange sounds and noises, moans that seemed to come from beneath the soil. The whispering of the dead was enough to scare away the bravest of knights, but the girl still approached the motionless man that sat upon the throne that had been mysteriously placed in the cemetery without reason. The man who sat there was cloaked by a hood and his face was kept hidden from her by a mask.
"Sir," the girl asked calmly, "are you okay?" There was no answer from the man, no response at all. There was no proof the man was even alive, so she crept herself forward and placed her fingers on the man's wrist where his veins were to check for a pulse. An unexplainable sensation overcame the girl as she felt a chill go down her spine when she discovered the man had no pulse at all. He was dead. Frightened, and panicking in a frenzied madness she screamed and ran back to her friends as quickly as she could.
Officers from the Roostville Moderator Department were dispatched immediately to the Desu-Hill Cemetery to look into and investigate the startling call they had recieved from a few teens about a dead body. Among the officers sent to examine the crime scene were Melkor and Raptor, two of the best in line at the Moderator Station. They had proved themselves again and again to be more than just expandable assets to the community. Shortly after arrival and a quick glance at the body, the dead man was identified as Sir, Lord Desutoroia. The Moderator Department now had to determine the cause of death, and whether or not it was murder.
Melkor was a highly-regarded and respected authority to those in the community and was a preserver of his culture. He had long black hair, and dressed his best whenever he could. Melkor knelt over and observed the frightened expression on the face of the dead man. It was seemingly ruined by a hidden and unknown fear which Melkor believed was the key to solving this perplexing mystery. But fear of what? He continued his examination of the body and checked Desutoroia's neck but there was no evidence of strangulation. Melkor checked over and over again as he saw fit but it yielded naught for there were no stab wounds on Desutoroia's body, no were there gunshot wounds. Cardiovascular records made no indications that he would have had a heart attack so perhaps, Desutoroia's untimely death was caused by fear. His face seemed literally like a nightmarish painting come to life; the vivid emotions of terror were captured perfectly by the well-turned brush of a cosmic artist. A hellish nightmare personified through Desutoroia. Melkor frowned.
Not since the escape of some dangerous mental patients from the Roostville Institution for the Mentally Insane had Roostville witnessed a murder. Melkor remembered that day perfectly: faulty security measures allowed three of the most insane criminals to walk about the streets and kill over a dozen innocent people. Melkor sighed with disappointment and returned to examining Desutoroia's body further. It was rather unfortunate for Desutoroia was once a classmate of Melkor's.
At the morgue the phone rang and Melkor left the mortuary room to see who it was. Sheriff Varan had been roused from his drowsy catnap and made it to the cemetery in record time but he would have to wait until daylight before a completed analysis of the crime scene could be made. The Sheriff was an aspiring writer and less-vocal member of the community who served as Roostville's long and scaly arm of the law to keep things in order around here. The Sheriff was also a friend to the wife of the deceased.
A deputy was called to secure the area before The Sheriff followed the other officers back to the morgue. The moderate cavalcade behind the hospital ambulance had soundlessly made its way back to town as there was no need to run code. Furthermore, there was nothing the medics could do for Desutoroia now. Bad enough those teenagers would more than likely tell everyone they could think of about what they had seen or thought they'd seen. It was certain that this was not going to be a good day for Roostville, the Sheriff figured.
Sheriff Varan placed the phone down in the morgue office as Melkor came in with a look of expectation of his face.
"That was the crime lab. The quickest they can schedule a pick up is two days from now. And knowing them, it'll be at least another week we are able to get a preliminary statement." The Sheriff noted the frustration on Melkor's face and felt for him as he did for all the afflicted when a close friend died. It was always harder when the death had been caused by violent manner and Varan had no doubt about it: foul play was involved. Questions were on everyone's mind as to who-what-when-how and why and the sooner he got answers, the better things would be.
The Sheriff travelled to City Hall to inform Mayor Werner about the present situation of what happened with Desutoroia. Mr. Werner, however, was at a beneficial meeting with his closet and most trusted associates, Brandon Waggle and Jeffrey R. Cooke. The three men were discussing business propositions with the government officials of the other cities. Mayor Werner was not too happy to see the Sheriff because he never had anything good to report. It was even worse when the Sheriff informed him about Desutoroia.
The Mayor wanted all of the residents in the Desu-Hill area questioned at once, he wanted to know if they had saw, heard or noticed anything suspicious concerning Desutoroia within the last few days. It was fortunate enough that the Sheriff was always one step ahead of the Mayor and had already dispatched two of his agents: Raptor and James Webster to question Desutoroia's neighbours.
Raptor was a lithe human when not needing to bring her more lethal heritage into play, and years spent in the western US were evident in her appreciation of leather, denim and functionality. James Webster was a detective with a keen tracking ability, who after completing further training with the Roostville Bureau of Investigation, had become Sheriff Varan's top detective. Both of them took their work when very seriously when the time was needed.
The first civilians in the area that were to be interrogated was Rodan70 and his wife, Brittany. Rodan70 was a tall and slim man with thick black hair and matching eyes. Brittany was about three years younger than Rodan70 and had brown hair and blue eyes. The two of them had a six year old daughter who was upstairs sleeping when the police officers arrived.
The couple were unaware of Desutoroia's recent demise and shocked at the news that someone they were associated with on a regular basis had died, and was more than likely murdered. The young couple also feared that something like this could again, and soon.
The moderators spoke with the couple for over an hour but what they learned was inconclusive. Raptor stood up and thanked both Rodan70 and Brittany for their time, and assured them that their neighbourhood would be on full surveillance for any strange activity so there was nothing for them to worry about and they could go about living their ordinary lives. Rodan70 shook hands with both Raptor and Mr. Webster and bid them farewell as they departed from his house for the night.
With the police gone to questions others in the area and no need to answer any more questions, Rodan70 sat down on his sofa and enjoyed watching a little television while Brittany went upstairs so she could go take a shower and freshen up for the morning. Brittany was humming to herself as she glided up the stair case and stepped into the bathroom and glanced into the mirror a few times. Everything seemed so perfect in that one moment.
Brittany began to strip down as she pulled back the shower curtains so she could hop in and turn on the hot water, but a grizzly sight caught her attention first. The horrifying image was forced into her head as she discovered a mannequin that was drenched in blood with a knife forced right into its chest. Brittany let out a scream like she never did before and Rodan70 ran to her aid to see what the fuss was about. When he saw it, he too was horrified like never before.
Sheriff Varan was immediately informed of the alarming and gruesome discovery and left the distinquished company without so much as a by your leave. When the siren and strobes of his cruiser directed up to Mayor Werner's penthouse atop the 90 story Godzilla Tower, Aaron Smith and the officials from Roostville's bordering cities suddenly remembered other commitments and bid their host goodnight. The Roostville officials quickly slipped into a secret elevator which was sealed behind the lavish draperies covering one wall and descended to the Roostville 'Command Post' deep below the Tower. Each official went to his assigned post in the electronic war room, designed by Mayor Werner's right hand man, Brandon Waggle. It was an easy concern to trace the Sheriff's mad dash toward Desu-Hill via a hidden tracking device surreptitiously concealed within his vehicle.
"I don't like this," Waggle had remarked, glancing around at his cohorts. "First Desutoroia and now Varan is at the Rodans' place." Jeffrey Cooke's usually confident, scholarly face of triumph reflected the fact that he had also tied two of the pieces to the puzzle together and the only clue they had so far led them to Desu-Hill where a certain professor at the Roostville Institute of Advanced Physics and Science resided.
And earlier the same day, Roostville kicked off a Mayoral election. Suddenly, Roostville TV advertisements were seen blaming Gamingboy and his cohorts for the crime and exhorting citizens and residentials to vite in favour of Jet Jaguar and his political party of mechanoids. Gamingboy was incredibly rich and wealthy, which he used as an excuse for being "eccentric" and making him sworn enemy to certain residents in the area, such as Andrew Smith, former boxer. Gamingboy was also the biggest stock holder in the local museum and patent holder for top secert devices that only the government would have access to. Devices such as the Neural Scanner which could fry ten brains at a time.
Jet Jaguar, leader of the opposing political party to Gamingboy, was a resident technophile and goodwill ambassador initially hired on by the local museum. Jaguar took full authority over the K.F.C., which he tries to keep out of trouble and broadcasting on a timely schedule. He is friends with the police officer James Webster, freguently stays is contact with the Ogasawara Islands.
Jet Jaguar was originally part of a bio-genetic cyborg operation in December of 2002, founded by various officials of Roostville. Severe damage was inflicted upon him in an inury with left paralyzed. Roostville's team of top scientists led by the leading expert, Dr. Sandworm Phish, managed to save Jaguar's life by replacing pre-existing body parts with robotic replicas. The process was a success, and luckily, they have never had to use the procedure since.
As the political shenanigans came into full swing, one would think everyone would be confused enough by the various candidates' promises and uncalled for attacks on each other to put the demise of Desutoroia out of mind. That was not the case, particularly with Jet Jaguar's party insinuating that Gamingboy's party might somehow be responsible or at least affiliated. It was worth noting that Werner's party had not joined in the mudslinging, no doubt due to their candidates being kept busy with more productive matters.
Brandon Waggle was still Roostville's Vice Mayor and as such, had a duty to try and keep the city from totally falling to pieces under the present administration. Why the citizens had not tried to impeach Mayor Werner first seemed like a strange way to do things but this was Roostville.
Sheriff Varan had developed a feeling of respect to the resident serpentines after years of trying to expose them at various plots and schemes (and establish that his charges stand up in court, which they usually failed to). In a adhesive case such as this one, he had no compunction about operating with them as their penchant for the high-minded good of society often outweighed the personal afflictions one might have with him.
If they started getting out of hand with THEIR campaign tactics, he could always spill the beans on where they got all the cattle for their big campaign kick-off barbecue. Several of them had relatives around Kong Town who weren't above rustling and making it look like aliens were responsible. Besides, it was out of his jurisdiction. For now, he could use their street smarts to hopefully figure out who (or what) was behind the murder and the skewered mannequin in the Rodans' bathroom.
Varan and the Moderators now had three crimes to worry about: the murder, the mannequin and the just reported assassination attempt of Gamingboy. Varan had been annoyed when he arrived at the scene of the assassination attempt and Gamingboy kept ensuring him that Desutoroia was the assailant; but that was impossible has Varan has called the morgue to double check. The Geekspawn had also been attacked by Gamingboy's assailant and was barely alive.
He returned to the Moderator Station to continue work on the murder case while the others stayed behind. James Ballard of Maser City came to ask the Sheriff some questions about Desutoroia's death.
"Well Sheriff, help me out," Ballard said, "What happened? How did this famous man die?"
"I'm sorry Ballard, but I can not tell you," Varan answered, "We're still waiting for the autopsy report."
"Oh," Ballard said acting a little dumbfounded, "What can you tell me about the case?"
"Why are you so interested, Ballard?" The Sheriff asked suspiciously.
"For my newspaper of course," Ballard said, "The Maser City Chronicle."
"All I can say is the deceased was found dead in the Desu-Hill Cemetary, not too far from his home," Varan told Ballard, "And for a murder, it was a very dramatic set up, as he was seated on a throne which had been dragged from an abandoned theatre near Desu-Hill."
"So, that's all you know so far?" asked James as the Sheriff nodded his response, "Well then, thank you for your time."
James Ballard left the Moderator Station to return to Maser City. Just as he left the office, the Sheriff had asked for someone to call in Melkor.
"Yes, Sheriff," Melkor said as he entered, "You wanted to see me?"
"I'm going to go check out Desu Mansion," The Sheriff answered in a cold voice.
Varan left the Moderator Station at a rather rapid and fast pace and rushed over to his car. He placed himself behind the wheel and started up his rust bucket nicknamed 'Sue.' As the engine started up he flicked a switch near the cassette deck and on turned the car's radio. Varan took him and old 'Sue' for a spin across town as every slow and sad song he could think of from the oldies played endlessly on the radio. It was a dark and cold night, red and blue lights were everywhere. Varan admired the way it seemed just like a scene out of a thriller movie he saw once.
Varan and old 'Sue' must have ventured around the block a good number of times that night, so it was no surprise twenty minutes had passed by the time he was riding up the bumpy Desu-Hill. The trees in the background and the dark setting were eerie and mystifying, and the good Sheriff couldn't but feel like he was being watched as he walked into Desu-Mansion. The door was left unlocked, and Varan crept inwards and began to search all over the first floor. All this time he felt like there was someone there watching... Varan was a religious man and he could've sworn he felt the presence of a devil.
With his gun out stretched before him, Varan continued his trip around the first floor. He could not prove that someone else was in the house with him, but he had the strange sensation that he was not alone. Varan then came to a hallway, and he stared down it as his gut told him to leave. Varan was a cop, he had a job to do however and he would not leave. He checked every room in the corridor, and they were all clean except for one that was locked. Varan kicked down the door and found himself in a very dark and room filled with piles of creepy books and files.
"Jesus Christ!" Varan said as he let out a gasp, "My God, what kind of devilry is this?"
Varan scanned through the books and files rather quickly and easily understand the concept of what they were about. The books and files were all dedicated to religious and satanic cults; as well as the paranormal in general. He found articles on witchcraft, raising the dead, and other rituals such as the Black Mass which he never even heard of before. The walls were covered in surreal and nightmarish portraits. Varan then discovered more books on the sightings of ghosts and demons, exorcisms and other unbelievable things.
Another fifteen minutes went by when Melkor arrived at Desu-Mansion and found the door unlocked. The inexperienced Moderator pulled out his gun and looked around, but there was no sight of the Sheriff. He called out his name a few times, and got suspicious because the car was still outside of the mansion. Finally Melkor ventured into the living room and saw Varan sitting there all alone, his hands together as if he were praying while a cigarette burnt in the ash tray on the coffee table.
"You had me scared to death, Varan," Melkor said, "Well, did you find anything?"
"Some weird ****," The Sheriff said as he turned to face Melkor, "Down that hallway, last door to your left. See for yourself."
It didn't take long for Melkor to come back with a disgusted look on his face as if he had just witness the most vulgar and grotesque crime being committed before his very eyes. This was all knew to Melkor. Varan had seen some weird and strange things back in the day, things that didn't make sense at first. He had read about crimes occult crimes like these, so it wasn't too much of a shock even if he never had to deal with occult crimes himself.
"That was bizarre," Melkor stated, "Does all of that... belong to Desutoroia?"
"Apparantly so," The Sheriff answered, "I never would have expected this of the guy. Not something you come to expect from famous actors, is it?"
Both of the Moderators left Desu-Mansion as it was before they arrived, and Sheriff Varan couldn't help but look back at the place as he walked over to his car. He thought he saw eyes staring at him from the attic, but within one blink they were gone and he began to think he just imagined the eyes. The stress of work must have been getting to him, he figured and paid it no mind. Melkor got in his car, and Varan seated up in old 'Sue' and both of the Moderators drove back to the station to give the boys a report.
Neither of the Moderators thought things could get any worse than they already had, and when the Sheriff returned to the station he found there was a visitor waiting for him the whole time he was out. Varan noticed the uncomfortable look on the man's face, and how much in shock he seemed. It was obvious the poor civilian witnessed something horrific that was causing a dilemma in his life.
"Please," The Sheriff said, "Come into my office so we can talk."