The Butcher + Literature
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They keep searching for a key, or some way to unlock the room, while hearing the sound of metal grinding on metal from the other side of the room.
"Sure sounds like someone sharpening a knife. It's been like half an hour already, why does someone need to sharpen their knife so long?"
"Maybe they are sharpening multiple knives?"
"True that."
Body sized bags laying right to the door, the sick man suggests looking beneath them.
"Probably as worse as hiding your key below the welcoming mat, but what if the key was below the bags?"
"Surely not…"
"Give it a try maybe?"
Backing and turning away from the bags, he decided to look somewhere else.
Those bags were soaking red, smelling of rotting iron.
He did not want to know what was inside of them, or even touch to lift them up.
Questioning if it even is a good idea to go behind that room.
Everyone knows what knives are good for. Cutting and preparing things, especially meat and bones with the right cleaver.
With his phone in his hand, he starts checking behind the paintings, hoping to find something that could help him out.
Meanwhile, his JellHead seems distracted by a mouse. It sounds silly, but it looks as if the mouse was trying to gesture something towards the big cat, trying to communicate with little squeaks, fanning around. It probably just got attracted to the JellHeads glowing Jell, thinking it was holy cheese or something.
"Try kicking the door maybe?"
"I am not in some kind of action movie, that wouldn't work."
"One kick?"
He returns to the door to kick it.
"Yeahh, let's go, kick down that door!"
And goes in with full strength against the door, just to bounce off again.
"See?"
"Shoot off the handle maybe?"
Sure, all those suggestions sound like cool ways to open doors in movies, but not all of them are applicable in real life. Especially when your bullets are not made for shooting off handles. A dumb decision to switch them out for some softer ones, specialized for paralizing JellHeads, instead of regular hard ones made for killing. Having both would have been wise, but he forgot to bring both packs.
"It's not going to work, these bullets are not made for that." he explains and keeps looking for different ways to enter.
Looking and checking back on his JellHead he notices that the mouse is still with it, holding onto a blob of glowing Jell this time. A JellBean? Mesmerized by the glow, the mouse seemed to enjoy the bean in it's little hands and went its own way.
Coffee decided to just watch the interaction between the two. Maybe it would help them somehow. Better than listening to unrealistic suggestions by a half asleep man.
"Found anything buddy?" he asks the JellHead, without expecting any reaction or answer.
Suddenly, the sound of rattling keys can be heard, slowly approaching.
It's the mouse again!
"Did your JellHead just trade a JellBean for some keys? Did you train your JellHead to practice communism as well?"
"Only combat as far as I know. I didn't even know it could do that."
"Maybe it copied you?"
"In what way?"
"Taking orders, receiving payments, delivering goods?"
"No way."
Standing there in disbelief, the JellHead presents him a bundle of keys, from no one other but a tiny mouse who quickly disappears again.
"These are worth a try, surely one of then fits"
Checking through every key, he tries to unlock the door. Key after key, one finally makes a loud clicking sound.
The door is no longer locked, and the metal sound suddenly halts.
Silence, broken by only the sound of rain crashing against the roof.
Reaching out to his gun, fully loaded, he readies himself.
With a quick swoop, the door was opened.
A giant flash came crashing down from the window behind the door, a loud thunder following right behind, revealing a big silhouette of a humanoid with animal legs. Blood like Jell coming out of his wrapped head.
Oh, speaking of just the perfect timing to happen.
Blinded by the light, he heard a loud aggressive swing towards him.
It was the butcher from the report, holding his cleaver towards him.
The Tiger jumps in front of the two of them, blocking both between the doorframe.
Acting aggressive towards the other JellHead, as if its Jell was growling with its fur all puffed up to look bigger.
Gun drawn and pointed towards the JellHead, waiting for the next move, he was still in shock.
He has never seen something like that.
Whether or not it was just Jell, it resembled meat. The man looked like he was skinned alive and looked overall gorey and terrifying. The surrounding smell and the little light did not make the situation any better.
It made him feel unsafe.
With tension high, the bloody JellHead made its first move towards the armed man, dashing and ready to strike him with a powerful slash, but was interrupted by the Tiger before him, coming into a fight with it instead.
He shoots, but misses the JellHead, hitting only a blob of Jell, splashing it to bits.
He tried to aim for another shot, but it was impossible with his own JellHead blocking the path for a clear shot.
The JellHeads continue the fight, dragging each other to the floor. The tiger tries to pin the butcher to the floor multiple times, but fails. With a quick roll, he frees himself and slashes off some of the tiger's Jell. The Butcher seemingly being half werewolf would possibly explain the immense strength he had.
Backing back out, Coffee tries to aim from a safe distance, without putting himself in close danger and avoiding possible one-on-one combat with the armed JellHead.
Long minutes of fighting, it truly was a fight between cat and dog, or tiger and wolf.
Suddenly, the butcher and tiger find themself to have switched positions, with the butcher standing in the door frame this time, with nothing blocking his actual target anymore.
Realising it, he storms towards his main target with his strong canine legs and the tiger chasing after him, trying to catch up on him to stop it.
Finally, with a clear sight towards the butcher, he aims with only seconds to spare and shoots the butcher right into the chest.
But with little effect.
He still stormed towards him ready to process him into ground beef.
With no room to dodge, he stood there frozen, having put all hope and trust into that bullet to stop it.
But at just the very last moment before impact, the Tiger wrapped the butcher's leg in its Jell and dragged it down, causing it to trip right before him.
With a loud bump, he falls to the floor, trying to fight against the big cat, until the bullet finally starts to take effect, slowly rendering the Jell immobile.
"Hey!" a muffled shout was heard.
"Are you alright? Hey!?!" the worried voice shouts again from the other side of the hall.
During this whole situation, it seems like he dropped his phone on the floor, face down with the flashlight on.
"Answer me, hey!! HEY!!"
"I am alright.." he answers exhaustedly.
"Oh thank cod, I really thought that you were the one that dropped. You suddenly didn't respond anymore and all I could do was listen to you guys fight. Any injuries? Are you sure everything is ok?"
Picking up his phone, he points its camera towards the butcher, the tiger Jell standing right on top of it, making sure it does not move.
"Yeah, we got him."
A gasp could be heard from the phone.
"What a horrifying discovery..."
"I am glad it is over" he answers relieved over the situation.
Looking at it, he asks for further instructions. He definitely can't just take a recording of it and leave it there, just to cause a rampage later again.
"Give it a second shot, just to make sure, I'll get there in a moment. Half an hour estimate."
He bows down and gives it a second shot to the back of it, the tiger Jellhead still sitting on top of it, proudly.
"That should leave it paralized for some good hours, so don't worry about it anymore. Best is to not touch it. You know how Jell can be."
"Sure."
Exhausted, he drops down to the floor and takes a breather.
"You did a great job buddy" patting the tiger. Without it, the situation would probably have ended worse than it is.
But also was he glad that these new specialized bullets did work at the end.
There was no telling which of the two JellHeads would have won the fight, as they were both very strong.
But as terrifying the butcher was, he now wonders how he ended up like that.
He knows how natural JellHeads come into existence and based on the reports, he could tell that it was one.
But till then, he'll have to wait for his phone partner to arrive.
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After an hour of waiting, he gets a new call.
"I'm here, where are you?"
"Up the stairs."
The stairs begin the creak as he goes up to meet his friend. It was no one other than his half bandaged friend, accompanied by his mini JellHead but strangely with no blue JellBean this time.
Stopping the call and pointing his flash towards the tiger and his owner, he calls out to them!
"Hey, good job you two!"
He looked very pale in person and his voice sounded even worse.
Leaning against the wall, he tells them that the team is on their way and should arrive shortly to collect the JellHeads and bring them to a safe location. He talks about what is done to them and talks about the reports that would later be sent out. He talks about the reward. He talks about security measures and securing the new JellHead and how Venturers always have to accompany a team to capture unknown JellHeads. He talks and talks, slowly dropping down, passing out.
Coffee runs towards him and tries to hold him upwards. He is both freezing and overheating.
The encounter with the butcher made him completely forget that he was actually very sick, which was the actual reason he did not partner with him in the first place and just now realises how serious it was
He could have stopped him from coming like at the very beginning, but forgot.
Silly man, he keeps overworking himself with little self care.
Worried, he calls out to him, but with no response.
The mini JellHead jumping around, playing with the tiger with no care in core was of even less help.
With his tiger, he carried his friend down the stairs and sat him down. There was nothing he could do, and walking home by foot was too far.
"Take a break man, seriously."
He takes calls informing his assistant, hoping she was still awake at this late hour and the team that is supposedly sent out via JellCore Research.
All he could do now was wait for the team to arrive a little bit quicker and help them back out.
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"To fully secure and capture a JellHead, a team should always be accompanied by a Venturer to oversee and control over the situation."
"He surely was in no state to do that anymore. He could have sent someone else, or at least wait for a different time.
The JellHeads are secure and safe to approach, but also get a vehicle ready. We gotta bring him back home for real this time.
One of them is up the stairs, paralized already, the other one further back.
Assistant spoke out with full permission in his place for you guys to act on your own, with me taking full responsibility over anything.
Now let's go."
He rants, mad about how the teams operate.
Carrying his friend outside into a car that was prepared for them and their JellHeads.
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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R889Ho5mMox7wh2BNQMZw7LG4V1nxr0lQKSiOHiKLLs
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