DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 7: It's Killing Me

Volume 3 - Chapter 7: It’s Killing Me

Monday morning, news broke all over the city that a murder had been committed on the east side of Ecstasy. A dead body had been found in a one-star motel. The corpse had been half-eaten by the time one of the maids working for the establishment discovered it. Police were everywhere. So was Cynthia.

At dawn, the blue-haired detective stood behind the neon-yellow tapes set by the cops that separated non-allowed personals from the police forces so they could do their job. With Cynthia, a few worried and curious citizens tried to peek at the inside of the motel. In the midst of all that, a lady journalist assisted by her trusty cameraman documented the unfortunate event. The journalist spoke to a microphone while looking at the camera, trying to do her job as best as possible without the collaboration of the police. They weren’t ready to give any information as the investigation had only just begun…

As the journalist and the cameraman were both championing to get at the front of the crowd behind the yellow tapes, fighting for the pole position, Cynthia was growingly getting annoyed at them taking up all the space. The private eye was desperately trying to reach out to one of the officers on the scene, hoping her vague ‘connection’ with the department would help her get inside the motel room so she could do some investigating on her own.

Continuously pushing her aside, the journalist and the cameraman finally fully got under her skin… Using her huge bouncy ass for the greater good, Cynthia voluntarily pushed the journalist out of her way with it. Fighting for her little area of space. Owning her ground.

“Hey, I’m sorry, officer! Can you please…. Officer?” Cynthia tried to get the attention of a cop that just came out of the motel room, but she simply got ignored. Disappointed, but not ready to give up just yet, Cynthia kept waving her hand at the officer and even tried to grab his attention by directly showing more and more of her cleavage, pulling down on her tank top with her fingers. Noticing this, the journalist got mad and pushed Cynthia aside with her left arm. At this point, the filming of the event had been momentarily paused, with the journalist naturally currently unable to focus.

“I need to speak with you, officer! It’s really important!” Cynthia continued shouting. Hearing this, the journalist grew mad.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?” The private eye asked.

“We’re trying to film and document the event here! Would you mind getting lost please? And I was asking for the record… Okay! Bye!” Then, the bitchy journalist went back to stick her microphone in her mouth (almost) and tried acting professionally again. “And it’s with shock and horror that a dead body was discovered this morning in our beautiful home of Ecstasy. The recent reports indicate that the body had been half-eaten…” She informed the public before getting interrupted….

“Honey… I’m not going anywhere…” Cynthia declared as she pulled on the cable of her microphone as she was speaking to the camera again. The two girls stared at each other.

Silence.

“That’s it! You are ruining our coverage! You have nothing to do here! Why are you even wasting your time trying to talk to the officers?” The journalist asked her, furious. Cynthia immediately charged at the woman, accidentally pushed and rubbed her big tits all over her chest. Cynthia’s nose touched hers.

“I have everything to do this with! I’m investigating the recent disappearance of a young man and I’m now heavily thinking that this could have something to do with it!” Almost automatically, the journalist changed her tune, she realized what this meant and how she could turn this disaster into something fruitful and advantageous for her and the television station she was working for. Her frown turned into a smirk. She looked at her cameraman and made a fast-moving circling motion with her left hand, signalling to him to keep rolling… The journalist then replaced the microphone in front of her mouth.

“Oh! That’s great news that you are here then! Mind if we include you in the coverage?”

“Eh?”

“Okay! Great! So, who is this young woman that you just talked about now?” She interviewed Cynthia.

In his club, Richard caught a glimpse of the live report on TV as he was sitting at a table, enjoying a nice breakfast on the main floor of his establishment. His morning meal was interrupted as he saw Cynthia being interviewed regarding this mysterious homicide. The club was, of course, closed right now so the boss had the place all of himself.

“You must be kidding me… You better not say his name...” Richard said out loud.

“His name is… Simon! And I will find him!” Cynthia said on television.

“Bitch! Now everyone is going to believe for sure that rival gangs are after my family!”

Somewhere else, at the mansion, Néné was sitting on the couch in the living room when she first saw Cynthia on television.

“Oh, shit… Dad! Cynthia is on TV!”

Back at the motel, the private eye was bombarded with more and more questions.

“It’s quite difficult to follow you here… You said that you suspect that the person that was murdered in this motel room could be the man you are looking for… If he was indeed murdered,  wouldn’t that mean that your job is already over?” The journalist asked her.

“No. I do no think the man I’m searching for is dead…. But I think he is in grave danger…” Interrupted by the commissioner, he pulled on Cynthia’s arm and brought her on the other side of the yellow tape, in the crime scene. “... Hey, what’s up? I was in the middle of an interview here…”

“A word of advice… Never do interviews without investigating first…” The commissioner whispered in her ear.

Seconds later, Cynthia was behind closed doors in the motel room where the act had happened. The officers had mostly finished their primary jobs of documenting the findings, taking pictures and notes. The commissioner stood behind Cynthia as she looked around the place. In the bathroom, she examined the half-eaten body of the victim in the tub. She pulled out her notepad and begun taking notes of her own.

“Remember this, Widdowfield… This is a one-time thing. You won’t be allowed in a crime scene like this ever again. You are not part of the police whatsoever. And don’t do your show on TV ever again,” she ignored him as she spent her time working, scribbling important notes. “... So… Is this the guy you were tasked to find?” He asked her. Only the lower part of the body had been devoured, from his belly-button to his feet, making the victim identifiable.

“Nope… Just as I thought…” She said.

“Okay. Well, you came here because you thought it was him, right?”

“No. I came here because someone going missing and then a murder could have connections. But the cousin of my client is a little too important to be eaten like this fella here…”

“Too important? Who went missing then?” The commissioner asked.

“Simon… The cousin of Richard Backbone…”

“I see… Well, at least now you can go tell Dick that his cousin is still alive… Maybe…” Cynthia noticed the many petals all over the place that led into the bathroom. The petals could be followed to the bed in the actual motel room which Cynthia did do.

“These petals… They probably belong to the killer…” She believed.

“My men already checked on them. Petals coming from a special kind of flower than the flower-shop streets away sell all the time. Probably used to settle a romantic vibe before the killing.”

“I’m not too sure about that, chief… The killer didn’t mean to kill just to kill… He or she wanted to feed on that body in the tub, but sadly had to leave in a hurry… Something sudden must have happened...”

“Well, it makes sense to us that someone murdered his or her lover… We see that all the time...” Energetic and driven by her desire to know more about what happened, Cynthia stormed out of the room. “... Hey, where are you going?”

She went to the desk of the motel where people go to pay for their rooms. After discussing with the employee there, she managed to have access to the papers for the customers to sign when taking a room. She searched for the last person that took that role and looked at the signature: ‘Peter Tyrone’. This meant that the person that rented that room was male if this was a real name. This also meant that if what the commissioner theorized was true, that this couple was a gay couple. But this made no sense as Cynthia often heard of some rare sub-species of Saurius in other countries that had the woman devouring their men-lovers for a reason or another…

“It has to be a fake name…” Cynthia said out loud.

“Are you sure you are with the police?” The employee asked her.

“Of course! Trust me!”

“Okay. Then, here’s a surveillance picture of this ‘Peter Tyrone’ customer…” Cynthia took the picture and looked at it: On the still photo taken from the surveillance camera footage, we could see this person at the desk, signing the ‘Peter Tyrone’ name on the paper. That person was male which negated Cynthia’s theories. The detective kept the picture and then fled. Not too long after she left the motel, the police offers came at the employee, asking the same questions. Cynthia had been faster than them. This time, she discreetly avoided talking to the journalist, understanding that butting heads with her and to feed her information wasn’t helping her cause at all.

On her way back home, Cynthia stopped at a small grocery store and bought groceries for what looked like an entire family. After stopping at the store, she didn’t go home, she immediately went to Pierrot’s apartment.

She didn’t knock. She simply went inside right away, bringing the four large grocery bags on the dining table.

“I’m here, grandpa!”

“I told you not to call me that…” Pierrot came into the room with a smile, happy to see his little Cynthia.

“Would Daddy be any better?”

“I don’t think so…”

“Hey! I bought you groceries!”

“I see that… You shouldn’t…”

“How come?”

“You’re wasting all your hard-earned money for an old rag like me…”

“You’re not old… I was only kidding with the grandpa part… It’s because you make me happy as if you were my grandpa…” She hugged the old Saurius man that looked so sad ever since he lost his carnival… His work… Everything… He hugged her back. If she wasn’t the little girl he took care of so many years ago, Cynthia would totally be a woman he’d love to have in his bed. Well, if he had a bed. But he only had a couch to sleep on.

“I don’t deserve you…”

“Oh! And I paid your rent today, your electricity bill, and also paid for someone to come take care of your windows! Replacing them for new ones! You will no longer be cold at night!” She told him.

“Like, I just said… I don’t deserve you…”

“Oh! Don’t say that!”

“So, how’s your newest case going?”

“Eh! Which one?”

“There are more than one at the moment?”

“Yup. The one at the farm and Simon.”

“I meant for the Simon Backbone secret case.”

“Well, not so secret anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

“Might have spoken a little about it today on TV… Whoops… But the case itself is advancing pretty great… I have a name and a picture…”

“That’s great. Please let me know if I can do anything to help you. And what is this case at a farm?” Cynthia laughed quite a bit.

“Don’t worry about that, grandpa! Hey! Why don’t we eat snacks and watch TV together?”

“Um… Okay… If you want to…”

Five minutes later, most of the lights in the apartment were shut off and the two were sharing the couch together while watching a show on TV. Both of them were lying down on the couch. Pierrot was lying against the back of the couch while Cynthia was lying down against him, using his soft body to be comfortable. As she asked him to do, he had his left arm around her. His hand holding her belly, right underneath her large juggs. A good portion of the back of his hand could partially touch her underboobs. His dick was accidentally rubbing against her ass. He didn’t mean to do so, but his couch was so tiny that it had to be like this… He was semi-erect. He didn’t mean for this to happen, but it was more powerful than him. Being so kind, innocent, and a little bit ignorant, Cynthia never noticed any of this. She had fun watching television with her friend.

Nightfall.

The journalist from earlier that day was having a little meeting with her cameraman at her place. Meaning that she was having him. Comically, the cameraman was holding his big camera as he was taking her in her back, fucking her pussy: standing doggy style. In the living room, the journalist was holding on to the side of the couch, supporting herself, fearing that the strong blows of her assistant would cause her to fall.

“Your filming right?” She asked him.

“Yup…” He had his camera pointed at her back, looking down.

“Nice! I fucking love it when you’re filming me!” She declared.

But in reality, the worker wasn’t filming her at all… Not this time… Instead, he was actually watching something on the digital screen of the camera that he had filmed earlier that day: The moment the supposedly-detective-stranger came on camera and butted heads with his boss. Especially the moment she accidentally rubbed her udders against the journalist’s chest. He was imagining himself having sex with her instead.

Outside the apartment, a mysterious figure that seduced who hid in the shadows was there in the street, staring at the window of the room where the duo of television station employees was fucking.