Limbo
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Chapter one Appetite as much as his partner wasn't a believer and weird ****. Tenor couldn't help himself, especially in a situation such as this. About to squeeze a suspect about his own murder vote would insist there was an explanation, but this was no average case. As much as he didn't want to be frightened, he felt trapped in the shadow of something vest terrible and unexplained. Nevertheless, he found solace in volts certainty and remembered his partners unofficial motto shared many times since their first assignment. Nothing like busting balls to clear the mind. They had earned golden reputations by extracting near instantaneous confessions and in their overburdened department means were justified by their ends as long as those means didn't leave too many visible marks. Unshackled, they had risen and thrive together. Hard men who held fast Tanner watched Bolt watching non frank through the two way glass. Sometimes it was enough to push the right buttons, and his partner seemed to be trying to do so now, yelling and jabbing his finger in the air. But the smile on the suspect's face told him he wouldn't be worn down by words. Good Tanner thought, eager for the rush violence would bring. Then, without warning, the glass went opaque. He flicked the switch at its base, thinking it was a malfunction. But as he leaned in to inspect the glass, he realized he could still see the muddled shape of Detective Bolt through it. It quickly became clear to him that it hadn't switched off, but the glass had fogged up. Rivulets of moisture rolled down on both sides, as if the room behind it had become a greenhouse cultivated with the most potent, most disgusting manure money could buy. Turner was suddenly inclined to cough up the coffee and crueler he'd eaten. Not an hour ago, however, he barely had time to register the smell before something odd flickered in his peripherals and shifted his attention. The security cameras were warbling than going black. One by one, they were still on, but it was a Ziff. The images have been sucked clean from the screens he approached, ready to fiddle with the knobs when his partners, throat shredding scream, began. Some of the situation was terrifying, but not compared to the ensuing silence. When volts scream, cut short, replaced by a slob, be sucking sound. There was no time to think. Tenor bolted from the surveillance room and down the hall as fast as his legs could carry him. He fumbled with handle hands, shaking before he finally managed to open the door. The heat alone was enough to stagger him. Stepping into the interrogation room was like stepping into a sauna. Fill the space heaters between the run down the hall, the temperature and the site. He was instantly drenched in sweat. His eyes rested envelope, or at least the part of him that was still visible. Understanding now why the glass had fogged up. So a mouth independent of any bodily features or appendages stretched from floor to ceiling and have to the room fat slug like lips. A deep shade of purple ran from wall to wall and behind them a nicotine stand but otherwise healthy set of teeth nestled into fleshy pink guns. From between them protruded a thick, muscular tongue roughly the size of a family van, the tip of which had wrapped around volts torso, pulling him closer and closer to the cavernous small. It breathed, and with every exhalation, Tanner was forced to inhale a putrid cocktail of corruption he would remember for the rest of his days, his partner turned his head and locked eyes with him, both equal in their helpless, speechless horror. It was a Ziff. The brief moment of recognition confirmed for each of them that this was no nightmare. Nor was it superstition. It was riel. Vote began arriving with renewed vigor as he became aware that the distance between himself and the undulating throat was closing. His arms flailed awkwardly over the edge of the tongue, reaching his hand out, all the while to his partner, who couldn't seem to find the courage to reach back nor see the sense in it. Instead, Tanner pulled out his gun, shooting twice into the salivating, fleshy mass. Within seconds, the slugs were pushed back out, producing two tiny wet clinks. As they landed out of options, Tanner began a scratch kick and pride the tongue finding that equally useless. He pulled volts hand with all his might. The arm gave slightly as it popped from its socket, rousing a new wave of rending screams from Volt as he slipped mere inches from the tongues grip. The tongue seemed to sense the incremental escape, addressing itself and wrapping the detective up even more tightly. A bubbly, guttural noise came from both the monstrous and human mouths, and the trap detective was drenched in a gush of sputum before his protest was finally halted by a sickening crack of his breaking spine. Tanner, undeterred by the sound, continue to pull the dislocated arm. The tongue seem to be done, toying with them both and released a fresh torrent of saliva that quickly spread underfoot yanked, retracting into the mouth, suddenly causing Tanner to slip in land painfully on the wet floor, but not to lose the firm hold on his partner's hand. Unfortunately, the rest of his partner was now beyond reach. Passed the lips and between the massive teeth, Tanner squeeze the severed hand of his partner and watched while the rest of the body was chewed like human bubble gum. After a few crunches, the enormous mouth paused, then smiled. Bits of bone, blood and gristle stuck in its teeth, like the Seine use of an overcooked steak. The smile held, and all the surviving detective could do was stare frozen in awe of the presence and power of the monstrous mouth. The lips puckered spat, and Tanner felt something moist, hard and heavy hit him square in the face, flattening him, forcing himself back up to a seated position on the floor. He registered blood pouring from his nostrils, intermingled with out of his partners following the trail down past his chest. It took a moment to identify the wad his partner's former body had come to arrest across his lap, a mangled mess that resembled an animal carcass fed through an industrial meat tenderizer. Tanner's mouth dropped in silent horror as he watched the giant one move once more, having nearly forgotten it was there. Despite its proximity, the lips, caked with goop and hung with ropes of seven intestines, spoke a single word in a low rumbling tone run. Tanner's legs responded before his mind did. It was only when he found the others that he realized he should be screaming