Manuel 3 Revenge Of The Tusk-less Walrus-man

A man in a grey trench coat stepped into the zoo. He hid something beneath his trench coat. He walked swiftly through the children and kittens observing the walruses then stopped. He climbed into the enclosure. “Stop!” a security guard ordered him, but it was too late. The man ripped his trench coat open and revealed, strapped to his naked body, a bomb. Just before it exploded the kittens and the children had enough time to see his body, and were traumatised. The walruses on the other hand were dead. Manuel woke up. He had felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he knew something was wrong. Sure, it could’ve been his angina, but he didn’t have a mangina, so how could he have angina? He climbed out of bed and stepped swiftly outside. “Too the zoo!” he said as he climbed into a taxi. Before he even arrived he could see the smoke drifting up into the sky. Something was wrong, very wrong. He wandered desperately through the zoo, past the crying children and kittens, until he came to the walrus enclosure. It was gone. Left in its wake was a black crater. “If they’d still had tusks,” one of the zoo workers said through tears. “We’d have something to bury.” “Nooooooooooooooooooo!” Manuel screamed and fled from the zoo. He had to find out who had done this to his family. But just as he was arriving back home he heard a clicking. He ran from his doorway and his house exploded. He knew now that someone was out to get him, someone willing to murder his family, disturb children and kittens, and blow up a law abiding tusk-less walrus-man’s house. He clenched his fists in anger. Now it was personal. He climbed in another taxi. He had a suspicion it was the jealous cat that was behind the whole thing. He’d bedded the bastard’s woman, sure, but that was no reason to kill a man’s family. He climbed out of the car and looked up at the cat in the tree. But it was too late. The cat exploded. He knew now that it couldn’t have been that cat, for the taxi then exploded too. Furiously he cursed the murderer behind these acts of perverted violence; the taxi driver had been a friend. A good friend! They’d served their tour of duty together and if it wasn’t for him Manuel would have gone insane. “Are you okay?” A voice—a beautiful voice! “Are you hurt?” He turned to find himself facing a beautiful woman. “I’m fine,” he said. “That taxi driver was a friend of mine.” “Poor you,” she said sympathetically. “You’re in shock; let me walk you home.” “The bastards,” he glared. “They blew it up too!” “Oh,” she sighed. “That’s awfully poor of them! Do you have anywhere to stay?” “Nowhere.” “Then stay with me.” He looked up at her and they kissed passionately. She took him home, and they kissed passionately again on the way to the bedroom, where they did more than kiss passionately.

“I think I love you,” he said in the morning. “And I don’t even know your name.” “My name?” she smiled. “Is—” Then she too exploded. “Noooooooooooooooo!” Manuel cried again as tears and blood dripped down his cheeks. It was even more personal now. He stormed outside, but a policeman stopped him. “Are you Manuel Jesús Fabregas?” the policeman asked. “I am,” Manuel replied. “What do you want?” “You’re under arrest for the murder of Consuela de Geanes.” “Consuela de who?” he asked as the handcuffs were placed tightly around his wrists. “Her blood is all over your face,” the policeman scoffed. “But I loved her!” he protested. “You don’t even know her name,” the policeman laughed. Manuel glared. He was sure who it was now. It was the children of all the people in the court that had been killed. He kicked the policeman in the groin then ran, his hands handcuffed behind his back. He arrived at the orphanage, but it had already exploded. “All those children,” a nurse stumbled out of the rubble. “Are you okay?” Manuel asked as she fell at his feet. “All those children,” she said again, then looked up at him. There was something familiar about her face. “Police!” she shouted and Manuel heard the drone of sirens. “He’s an escaped convict!” “He’s Australian?” the police asked as they arrived on the scene. “No,” she said. “He’s Manuel Jesús Fabregas.” “Oh, the murderer!” they said, then threw him into a paddy wagon. When he arrived in gaol he was thrown directly into the hole. He lay in the darkness until finally the hole’s door was opened. In stepped a man; the policeman from before! “My groin!” he said. “When you kicked it my testicles exploded and now I can’t have children. I’m going to teach you a lesson you little woman beating bastard.” So he kicked Manuel in the testicles and they exploded. When the whole ordeal was through Manuel lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood, barely alive, until finally he was taken to the infirmary. Slowly the nurse nursed him back to health and he noticed how beautiful she was and realised he loved her. But then he was better and had to return to his cell. The trial came and went and he was given fifty life sentences. Not just for the murder of Consuela but also for the murder of an entire court room. “Manuel Jesús Fabregas,” the judge said. “You have sickened us all. Not only did you murder a poor innocent woman, but you killed judges and lawyers! For this sickening, sickening crime, you will be hanged, given a lethal injection, then revived again and again until finally we shall behead you with C4 explosives. It is nothing compared to what you deserve for your crimes, but unfortunately law dictates that we must refrain from torturing you further. We can’t even give you the electric chair as well! Where is the justice?” he asked the jurymen. “Where is the justice?”

They all shook their heads in disgust. Manuel thought as he waited to die. He thought about his family, about Consuela and the nurse, and about the cat’s wife, and his friend the taxi driver, but he couldn’t make sense of anything. He almost welcomed death, but he didn’t want to die without knowing who had done all this to him. But he supposed he was going to on the day of his execution. He was hanged as he was meant to be and during the hanging he felt like his head was exploding, but luckily it didn’t. He lost consciousness and woke up as the nurse gave him CPR. “My love,” he tried to say, but his throat was too sore. He was then taken to the lethal injection room and strapped down on the table. “Manuel,” the nurse whispered in his ear as she pushed the needle into his arm. “My one true love.” As the poison flowed through his veins so did a realisation. He turned to her. Her face was familiar alright. She was the one! She was the cat’s wife! She did it all! “You!” he spluttered through the pain as she looked down at him with a sadistic grin. “You did this to me!” But she ignored him. Finally just as the last of his life was slipping away the nurse gave him another injection and all the life slowly began slipping back. He was unstrapped, and he quickly slipped the needle into his pocket, and then was taken away to the explosives room. Just as they were ready to strap the chewing gum-like C4 to his neck he grabbed the nurse and raised the needle to her neck and everyone recoiled back in fear. “You did this to me,” he said. “You, the cat’s wife!” “It’s true,” she said. “I did it because I loved you!” “You don’t love me!” he shouted. “You killed everything I care about.” “It was the only way I could get your attention,” she said. “You just used me.” “Not true,” he protested, “I backed off because the cat was my friend. You killed him! He was your husband. How could you?” “He was a wife scratcher,” she said. “The bastard.” “You’re lying!” Manuel screamed. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” “Fine,” she said. “I did it in cold blood.” “My family,” he whimpered. “Consuela.” “They all deserved it!” she said, “They kept your attention from me!” He slipped the needle into her neck and administered the injection. The guards rushed forward, but she shook her head at them. “It’s true,” she said. “I framed him. And that was the life giving injection. I’ll be okay.” But the woman holding the C4 took a step towards the cat’s wife. “You made my child see a naked man!” she said. “He’ll never recover now, and neither will his poor kitty. You’re evil!” “Manuel!” the cat’s wife cried quickly with her last breath, “I’m carrying your child!”

But it was too late, the other woman had already pushed the chewing gum down her throat, and her head exploded. “Noooooooooooooo!” Manuel cried again, but luckily the baby exploded from her stomach and landed in her arms. “It’s a girl!” the executioner cried and everyone in the explosives room let out a collective sigh at the baby’s cuteness. “A girl,” Manuel said through the tears. “I will call you Consuela.” The end