Life is Finally Looking Up

Suddenly, another car crashed with Brain Drain's car.

"SHIT!!!" yelled Phyllis.

Someone walked out of the car angrily.

"WHO'S THE CHUMP DRIVIN' THIS JUNKER?" yelled Flash Thompson as he headed for Brain Drain's car.

He then looked in.

"Well... if it isn't Lame Brain Drain and his buncha puny pals." said Flash.

"Fuck..." uttered Phyllis under her breath.

"What?" uttered Flash with disbelief.

"Yeah, Flash... c'mon. Give us a hand here." said Phyllis.

"Just take the car." said Flash, handing Phyllis the keys.

"Thank you, you are a fine example to all jerks around the world." said Phyllis, hugging Flash.

She then hopped out of the car and got into Flash's car. Tim got in as well.

"C'mon, Squirrel Girl, Brain Drain. We're gonna burn rubber." said Phyllis as she got in the driver's seat.

"We'll provide an escort." said police officer Darryl Hanlon through the bullhorn as he got back on his car.

"O-okay... it's cool." said Flash, still somewhat shaken.

Hanlon looked at Chipmunk Hunk.

"Get in." said Hanlon to Chipmunk Hunk as he opened the passenger door. "I just hope we are not too late... there's been eleven murders of Irish girls... most of them were posed in ways that evoke renaissance painters, others had been crucified or made to look like something the killer thinks Leonardo da Vinci would have been proud of, like... replacing limbs with tubes or shotguns... heck, there was even one victim who had limbs from a mannequin nailed to her body and the victim herself was nailed to the wall, looking like the Vitruvian Man."

"Goddammit... then I guess we'll have to scour the whole big apple." said Phyllis.

Two hours later, a report rang on Hanlon's radio.

"Attention all units close to Canal Street... I'm wit' Lt. Stacy in an alley near the intersection of Canal and Broadway in Little Italy." said Lt. Corcoran as he spoke through the radio. "Found anotha Irish girl. And it's real awful."

Corcoran's voice sounded shaky, as if he had recently gotten sick and vomited.

"We're too late." said Hanlon as he signaled Phyllis to turn on Canal Street.

"He wants me to turn." said Phyllis before turning the car on to Canal Street, followed by Hanlon's patrol car.

Lt. Michael Corcoran was there. He seemed pale and scared out of his wits. He then signaled Hanlon to stop. Tim got out of Flash's car.

"WHERE IS SHE?" yelled Tim.

Corcoran just pointed to the alley. Lt. Stacy, Tim's father, was in there.

"Tim, no!!! Don't come in!!!" said Stacy, knowing how his son would react if he saw this.

Tim ran in and all we see is an expression of horror in his face as he looks at his girlfriend's body. Phyllis ran in.

"Tim, I... oh... oh, my god..." said Phyllis, trembling and staggering as she saw the body as well.

We are not able to see the body, but by their expressions, we can tell that the scene is quite gruesome.

Detective Terri Lee was taking pictures of a writing in the floor. A message was written in Beth's blood.

"Don't you think Leonardo would love to have this masterpiece in his art books? You will never be able to stop an artist and his creativity." The message seemed to be taunting the police.

Tim then collapsed and started sobbing with sadness, anger and fear. Seeing his girl there, dead, defiled and mutilated, is enough to break him.

"Why? Why did it have to be her?" said Tim, crying hopelessly.

Another figure walked behind Conan. This was a female.

"Indeed... but still, it is a shame that we cannot end this miserable man's existence." uttered Red Sonja as she walked in. "But still, we shall make him pay for his atrocities."

"Well... if you won't kill him... I will." said Tim with rage. "He took my gal... I'm not gonna let him take anything else from me..."

Deep down, he hoped Jill wasn't his next target, but since he had targetted Beth now, Jill might become easy prey for this maniac.

"Boy... you must let us do this. We understand the meaning of your loss, but revenge shouldn't cloud your judgement like this." said Red Sonja.

Tim then just kept crying, feeling extremely useless.

"This is the twelfth murder this guy has committed. So far, we have no clue as to who he is. He seems to be able to escape. Petersen already did a psychological profile on the guy, but so far, he hasn't left any fingerprints anywhere. It's as if he knew how the police works." said Detective Lee to Conan and Sonja.

Stacy then takes his pipe and lights it with a match. He puffs on the pipe as he looks at paramedics take the body away to his mortuary back at the police station. As he keeps puffing, his face seems to turn pale. The Renaissance Killer's case has been the most challenging and stressful case he has ever been involved with, and it was affecting his health.

Tim hugged Koi Boi and cried on his shoulder.

"The dog shall pay for this." said Sonja.

"Petersen, our psychological profiler, thinks the murderer must have been working in a place where the head of the company was Irish... and when he was fired, he snapped and has a grudge against the Irish." said Stacy. "However, in terms of location, Petersen told us that he thinks the killer might blend into the background with other people, so he'll be hard to find, and he would live in a residential area."

Phyllis ran off to another alley. She then grabbed a hilt and activated a sword by pressing a button on it. Then, she changes het appearance, becoming Phyla-Vell.

"These people are gonna need help... don't worry, Beth... we'll make it up to you." said Phyla as she shed a tear.

"That would be a good idea. This killer has been out there way too long. It's time to teach 'im a lesson." said Stacy.

He then walked to Tim and patted his shoulder.

"Easy, boyo... your oul fella is here... I'll help you with this." said Stacy to his son.

Tim then hugged his father. Suddenly, Phyla-Vell flies in.

"I shall assist you in this quest." said Phyla to Conan and Sonja.

Sonja looked at the new arrival.

"Hmmmm... not bad looking." said Sonja.