BadBaby Meets a Policeman (Part 6)

The MotherWhore and the Brother hadn't slept at home in days. As much as he loathed them, BadBaby missed his family. An unfamiliar protectiveness towards them was pressing uncomfortably on his tar-black heart. BadBaby may be the size of a 12 year old, but being the Spawn of Satan had given him abilities beyond his years.

Family dynamics are complicated.

BadBaby was sitting in the dark when the doorbell started up. Within a minute, the pounding began, punctuated by a boot every 10 seconds or so. For whatever reason, the clamor terrified the MotherWhore and Brother. BadBaby decided it's gone on long enough. He wants his family home.

Home is where the heart is.

BadBaby opens the door, the officer appears stunned. Probably at having the door open after 18 days was a surprise on its own. Definite shock at the middle-school sized monster who answered it.

Stuttering, the officer is fumbling at his holster for his weapon. BadBaby's red eyes regard this with naked curiosity, he's never encountered a gun, though he's seen them on the television.

The officer's hands are shaking like MotherWhore's do. He's licking his lips while eyes are darting wildly and BadBaby realizes, he's terrified, as terrified as MotherWhore when he follows her. And he likes it, when he coos to her through the door, when he waves at her from his car, when he follows her for no reason... This twisted goatfucker enjoys her fear, he is excited by her fear! BadBaby's mind is beginning to understand the term MotherWhore and Brother had been discussing. Bully.

You picked the wrong family, Officer Goatfuck.

BadBaby steps aside, Officer Goatfuck's limited courage gets a boost thinking his screamed commands are being obeyed. He moves into the apartment, eyes glued to BadBaby, who he follows deeper into the living room. He's yet to shut up, as if he honestly believes this relentless onslaught of questions and demands deserve a response.

BadBaby smiles (grimaces), and with no more than a thought and the pointing of a chubby gray finger, Officer Goatfuck is rendered mute. Out of nowhere, a viscous maroon substance, stickier than licorice but just as thick has covered the cop's mouth and tongue, trapping them frozen mid-question.

Silence is golden.

Goatfuck points the gun at BadBaby, who's smile (grimace) widens at his naïveté. "Go ahead!" Spreading arms wide, giving the cop an easy target of his gray Buddha belly. Goatfuck isn't smart enough to consider his situation. He fires the gun, BadBaby takes one step back with the impact as the bullet enters just above his navel. Stupid Goatfuck, trying to make him an innie.

Cop and demon both watch the round hole, then Officer Goatfuck's eyes widen with horror as BadBaby pinches the opening, as if popping a giant pimple. But instead of pus being forced out, it's the slug, which BadBaby holds before Goatfuck's eyes, as if preparing for a magic trick.

He blows on the bullet, until it's glowing redhot. He then presses it against Goatfuck's cheek, searing a small circle in the flesh, which sizzles and smokes like fajitas.

Smells like bacon.

Goatfuck is screaming behind his bloody muzzle, but no one can hear. No one in this neighborhood would come to his aid, even if he wasn't a creeping, bullying cop, thinking his badge made him untouchable.

BadBaby's got a special touch.

He sits criss-cross-applesauce on the floor, forcing Goatfuck into a mirroring position. Their knees are almost touching. And BadBaby is inspired, the blossoming of a young mind is a lovely thing when allowed free reign.

The stench of burning flesh and hair begins to fill the apartment. BadBaby inhales deeply, it is an aromatic orgy to his senses, the exotic blend of blood, pain, and delicious fear. The same evil streak that makes Goatfuck a bully produces an intoxicating amount of cowardice, which tastes even better when eaten with vengeance.

BadBaby is slicing another long gouge across Goatfuck's belly when his lifelights go out. BadBaby licks his talon thoughtfully while looking at the pattern of blood spray on wall behind him.

Carefully, BadBaby removes Goatfuck's head from his body. He rolls the slackened face in a puddle of blood, then meticulously rolls the head along the wall in a straight line, the way cops roll your fingers over ink during processing.

BadyBaby steps back, admiring his vengeful masterpiece. He's holding the decapitated head by its hair, when a mewl alerts him to the presence of the one eyed Cat. Usually a nuisance, the Cat seems to be regarding BadBaby's artwork with appreciation, BadBaby swells with pride.

He reaches down, patting the Cat's head before tossing the head onto the tile, a gift for his feline brother.

Today, BadBaby learned the meaning of family.