Monstrous
Monstrous Books => The Monstrous Library => Topic started by: Demon_Detective_Leo on June 16, 2009, 11:37:26 PM
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Alright, this is my first novel that i put alot of dedication into, and retooling the hell out of it. I will post it chapter by chapter. Chances are, I will just Update the first post and thanks to the magic of technology, we can use the find thing on the internet tools just to find the chapter that I added. These are first revised drafts and may gets some more changes but for now, I want to hear all the criticisim there is for it. Just let it lose and I will listen to every suggestion there is for it. Have fun reading this.
-Demon_Detective_Leo
P.S. I do not have a title for this yet, I can't figure it out what to call it.
Chapter 1
“…My life isn’t full of action, sex, and violence like most hard boiled detective stories. My cases were sometimes slow and dull and sometimes they were fast and most eventful. In this time however, I had a case that was close to pathetic in figuring out who I was looking for. If the person didn’t say it was a monster that did it to her, not a human personified as a monster because of loss of morals, I would only be able to relay the information to a friend of mine in the federal office.
However, that is not the case at the moment. For the moment, with it being a real monster, I listened to her pleading. She claimed, that one night not long ago, after she got done meeting her lover in the diner she worked at, she went home to go clean herself up. Her lover, a female researcher in the field of stories, assumed to be waiting at the dinner for her return. After she got to the front door of her home, it was the first floor of a two floor duplex; she opened the door and was quickly shoved into her home from behind.
When she was on the ground, she told me that she was raped horrible and that she actual bleed from the event. A few thoughts came to mind that may have said it wasn’t a paranormal case and she had told me no signs that it was paranormal. I told her then and there that she did need to present a piece of paranormal evidence.
At that point, it was clear that all but one of my thoughts were wrong at what had happened. She told me that the monster that rapped her had blood red skin and his eyes had a bright yellow glow where as normal eyes have whites around them.
It became obvious as to what had happened now and how I can use this past event to catch the monster. However, I did hate using people as pawns because in a chess game, I am the king and most powerless person there is unless certain conditions are met. I told her not to worry and that I would have the case solved in no time. She asked of my retainer fee and I told her that all she had to do was place my fee in the mail slot when she left.
I used this method all the time since most times when I am on a case, a previous client may come to pay me back for my services. When it came to cash or small items that could fit through the mail slot, I just asked them to put in the mail slot with care and not to worry about it anymore.
When she left, I quickly grabbed my two guns, A Webley Top Break Revolver and my S&W .40 Police Semiautomatic Handgun. The Webley was my father’s long ago and I claimed it as mine when he passed away. I was unopposed by my claim because both my mother and brother died moments before my father did in the tragic event years ago and my thought that there were no other family members was proven right.
When they left, I was able to pay off any debts they had and still had a tremendous amount of money still in my name. It was then that I sold my home and bought this two floor shop. The first floor acted as my shop as the second floor acted as my new home. I was young when I did this yet people took me to be serious and it was then left to decide one more thing. What to do with my life from here on?
I had enough money to do as I wished for the rest of eternity yet I felt this pull that told me to do something in return to the world. That is when I got my Police Handgun. I had a client one day walk into my shop and she was asking for something that was cheap yet looked nice. I gave her something that fit that description yet somehow ended up with her number that was circled in red.
I was guessing she thought I would like some company. She was going to be disappointed because I wasn’t biting. The next day, she came back with a smile on her face. I was thinking there was no way she could have gone as far as to try to track me down. I was wrong. She walked straight up to me and showed her badge to me that she was a federal agent. According to her, she was testing me to see what I would do and it came to find out that she wanted to offer me hand with my, so called hobby. With my current status in the government, I would be called an unethical detective that went after whispers in the wind. She would assure that I got the rightful respect for my work and show that those whispers could do a lot more to this world then the government realized.
The only leg work I had to do was document all of my cases that I had done and what the effects were. When I presented my papers to the agent a week later, another case under my belt at the time, she told me that someone would be coming to see me do my work. I was against it because I didn’t want to be responsible for anyone’s life on the field. When the day came, it was the same agent and she looked to be expecting a war or something, she had body armor which would protect her from bullet wounds. I tried to explain that the armor wouldn’t work against any monsters but she didn’t listen. That night, I had gotten a lead of a possible lich in a cemetery not to far from the city. When I went to investigate, as I planned to do in a few moments after getting my guns, I found the lich trying to cast a doomsday spell.
The agent went all Rambo on the lich which it didn’t work. I had to pull her back and take a small wound, which caused me to repair my black suit later after the case. I was then able to get close enough and obliterated the lich into some type of hell. I then went back home and tried to get my wounds fixed up. I suffered a small burn from the lightning but it was only residual heat and my body has taken worse hits. The agent kept on saying sorry for getting me hurt and was saying she would do anything. I had a feeling she was asking for the same thing she was trying to lure me with the first time I had met her.
Knowing that the rules did require payment for what happened, I handed her my ruined suit and told her to get it fixed and she owed me one can of soda. That was equivalent enough in my opinion. However, by karma’s laws, which at times I have to follow, more would have been required to allow for it to equivalent. I think from that day forth, I had earned more then just her respect. In a way, I thought I gained something she held deeply in her heart yet I am still a little unsure of what it is.
The next day, she came back with my suit, a can of cola, and two other items I wasn’t expecting. One was a type of billfold but I saw no badge on the inside to identify what squad it belonged to. The other was the Police Handgun. She told me that I passed their test they had set up; I am guessing she told the report truthfully and they somehow believed it. I was then told that the badge was only missing due to the fact that I was a freelancer so I technically didn’t belong to any of the squads. In terms, I was given authority to ask for whatever design I wanted to show I was a detective for the badge. I never asked for the badge to be made and I only kept the holder because it had the required documents to call myself licensed. In a way, this was equivalent according to karma’s law.
So, as I placed my handguns in the holsters on the underside of my jacket, I choose to make a phone call to Sarah. I asked her about any increased number of rapes in the city and she told me that the east side of the center area was seeing slightly higher then normal amounts of rapes in the area. I was right about the hunting grounds for this monster being in the area of that diner. I thanked Sarah, the agent who I spoke of before, and then hanged up. I could see her coming around tonight to see if I was alright like she normally did if I called her on a case.
I then consulted my plan and thought of what could be my main course of action. Obviously, this monster chooses to pick targets from the diner and it would have to be a female, just guessing on that part. If he did follow them, he would have had to leave maybe a few minutes after they left so it wouldn’t draw any attention to himself. A monster that raped women sounded like an Incubus and guessing about the general description of the rapist, it would be fair to say it is an Incubus. Now came down to the main method of catching this monster before he struck again.
I made my way to the diner, planning on getting an early dinner and catching this monster at the same time. It wasn’t to far from my shop, although, I can handle a bit more of a walk that can last for miles without tiring or rest. So, in my opinion, it felt short and brisk, I could probably come to the diner more often now since I knew how far it was and how to get there from the shop. As I entered the diner, the feeling of light hit me as I saw that the wood glowed. I knew I whistled at this design and guessed that the person who made the wood furniture took their time and placed a lot of care into it. I could see booths and tables all around the small area, and a bar area upfront where someone in a vest and white apron stood.
I started to feel like I was in a bar or something that was cheerful, I have seen cases where the bar looked as hopeless as the drunken patrons. I walked up to the bar and took a seat. The person in the apron, a big burly guy that wore the attire of some bar keepers from old west movies, handed me a menu and a glass with ice. I ordered a nonalcoholic drink and the special for the day. Because I sat at the diner longer then it took to eat my meal, the person asked me what I was doing there. So, I told him I was an undercover detective assigned to find the rapist of this area. I guess he believed me thanks to the news and gave me a refill on my drink.
When it felt like I had been there an eternity, I saw a woman get up from her booth and walk up to the man in the apron. She gave him a quick kiss and then left. I cracked a small smile and told him he had a nice catch. I swear he blushed when I told him that and he even went as far as to tell me that they were engaged. For an odd reason, I had a feeling that the next person to get up was the Incubus and he was going after that woman.
My instincts seamed to be right when a man got up from a booth and started to walk by us. He was wearing a ball cap and had on a tan colored trench coat. It wasn’t suppose to rain tonight and the winds weren’t suppose to be higher then your average breeze. This average Joe didn’t act like your average Joe when it came to clothing.
As he started to pass me, I grabbed his arms and asked him, “Sir, can you tell me what an Incubus is?” I made sure my voice was its usual cold yet calm tone.
He jerked a bit and replied hastily, “A demon that rapes women.”
“Where did you hear that from,” I pressed on with the questions hoping to get him in a corner that would give him up.
“From my church,” he urged but couldn’t get me to let lose. If he used any demonic powers on me, he would blow his cover and a part of him probably knew that.
“Do you live in the area,” I asked; know seeing that the patrons around us were staring.
“Yes,” I think he didn’t know what the importance was of these questions were.
“So, I take it that your church is in the area,” I was getting ready to hit him with the phrase that got most spineless demons, such as an Incubus, with a punch filled with fear.
“I work at the church for your information,” he started to jerk really hard. I then let go of him and saw him stumble backwards a few feet then regain his balance. “I swear that rich snobs such as yourself are a pain to the clergy.”
“I apologize for my actions,” I made my movements and tone seam apologetic, “I just came from a funeral of a dear friend of mine and I feel the urge to confess my sins, it was her last wish I start a new after her death.” He looked dumbfounded and the way he stammered his words meant he felt a small trickle of fear.
“I cannot absolve your sins; I am just a lowly worker. The pastor of the church can absolve them if you wish.”
“Where is this church,” I asked as my last question. On the inside, I knew I had him because I remember that you call the preacher of a catholic church “Father”, you never call him a pastor. I could have been wrong about it but I know I had this guy.
I finally knew I had the guy at this moment for sure. He said he knew the area because he lived in it and that he worked at the nearby church. He stammered to say the street it was on. I knew this was him, I would bet my life on it. “On the corner of 5th and Monroe,” He replied in a tone added on to my suspicion. I was now sure of it. The corner of 5th and Monroe were not in this area but to the far west in the harbor area of the city This was the suspect, but just to make sure he wasn’t a compulsive liar, I had one last trick to try.
“Can you tell me if the name Macabre means anything to you,” my tone went back to the cold normal which could make ice cubes seam warm.
“s**t,” he hollered and I could see the fear bloom in his eyes like a rose. I cracked a small smile and started to bring my right hand to my gun holsters under the jacket. I saw him turn his right arm into something and thrusted it at me. I jumped backwards from the stool and became lucky that it was only a short sword. I drew out the Webley revolver and quickly aimed at him. The jacket’s right arm was torn to shreds and the red skin became visible to me. I took in a quick breath and pulled the trigger. The shot hit the guy straight in the chest and he stumbled backwards. Aware that one shot to the chest wouldn’t kill him, I shot two more shots, one in each shoulder. He flung backwards into a wall and slid down until he was sitting on the ground. He looked to be breathing his last few breaths of life. I slowly walked up to him, letting my shoes clank on the floor and hoping to install the idea that I was the grim reaper into his mind.
He looked up at me as I stopped a few inches from his body. He looked to be crying and begging for forgiveness.
“You want me to forgive you for the crimes you have committed against mankind,” I asked in my cold tone, this time, without the comfort that some people hear in it.
He nodded his head slowly; he looked like a whipped dog. I just now noticed that his hat was missing and the other patrons disappeared into the outside world of this diner.
“You have raped so many women that were happy with their lives. Many of them have had their lives ruined because they lost their stable mind. So many of them have to act timid and reluctant when it comes to love so they do not get hurt anymore. In many forms, you have changed each of their lives in a negative way and I bet you that as much as any one of them wants it, they wish you were dead.” I raised the Webley up and pointed it at his forehead, directly between his eyes. “And you had planned on doing it all over again to that woman that left not to long ago. Do you think that you deserve to be forgiven?”
He quickly lowered his head and started to shake violently. I could hear him sobbing and then, something unusual started to happen. He started to chant something. At first, I thought he was saying a spell to get himself out but then I recognized what the chanting was.
Pater noster, qui es in caelis:
sanctificetur Nomen Tuum;
adveniat Regnum Tuum;
fiat voluntas Tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra.
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie;
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris;
et ne nos inducas in tentationem;
sed libera nos a Malo.
I knew what he was saying and I knew this had to mean something. He repeated it over and over again, only to stop to catch his breath quickly between each prayer. I felt a hand on my shoulder and knew it belonged to the man with the woman the Incubus planned to go after next. My aim was still the same; it never missed what I aim for. I felt my finger pull back on the trigger and then a loud bang rang through the room. The gun smoked a bit at the end and the chanting continued without a pause. I sighed and thought it wasn’t in my hands anymore. I then turned around and saw that the man looked to be in tears. He must have also understood what the Incubus chanted, I quickly paid my bill and left the diner, not looking back and noticing I was chanting. Then I took my gun and…
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Okay, I am laughing at this. I did not know there was an auto censor on the site. I guess I am glad I don't use swear words all the time in my writings then. Also, I have started work on chapter two as you read this.
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Are you... hmmm... TRYING to write noir? Really?
Don't. You'll screw it. Just make her an horror story, ok, detective?
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Do a proofread and a spellcheck it will help the story be more flowing. Also grammer check too, doesn't have to be perfect for a draft but.....needs polish.
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Devinoir - I have no clue what noir is. Would you care to ellabriate on that? By the way, i tried writing horror once, I suck at it.
Onishadowwolf - Thanks, I plan on having it polished atleast two more times. My computer somtimes misses things in the full check it does, spelling, grammer, sentence structure, the works.
I would have had chapter 2 posted last night but a storm knocked out the power so I have to spend a bit more time on it. I didn't lose the story, my laptop went into power saver mode when the power went out and I couldn't see the keyboard at all.
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I have to post it in each seperate thing now, apparently there is a limit to how many words per post and it includes extended modified posts.
Chapter 2
“…It has been quiet lately. Most of my potential customers have been timid teen girls asking for something to help them get the person they think they want to be with. A ruthless sales person would have sold them something over priced. I, however, sold them something that was useless except for the fact that I gave the illusion that it will help them but in order for it to truly work, they had to take the first step themselves. I sold for a low price, I think as close to the price it was to get it shipped to my shop.
I kept trinkets like that in my shop, for situations like this where the person only needed a boost of confidence from a little item that may not have anything special in it. However, my shop also had items that did as inscribed to do. I once gave an enchanted fox spirit to a child that seamed to get hurt all the time. Last I heard about him was that the hospital called his home worried on if he died because they hadn’t seen him for a long while. I chuckled when I heard that and was glad it helped him.
So, with the exception of those love struck teens, it was quiet in my little wooden shop. The glow brightened the room to give the aura of happiness to anyone who saw it and the special items glowed bright themselves to draw attention to themselves.
However, the little gold bell right above the store entrance door rang and I perked up from the counter I was behind. It looked to be a teen as well; however, something told me she wasn’t after a love sick trinket. She wore a black school uniform, her hair was half spiked and half down to her lips and the same color as the uniform, her skin looked pale, and she used a lot of makeup on her face. She had something in her hands and it was rolled up. I was guessing a picture because the outside I could see was close to dry clay white. She looked to be eyeing my shop, I guess the glow got to her as well, and then she walked up to my counter. I placed on a small smile and said, “Good afternoon.”
“Can you tell me if there is something unusual about this painting,” she asked quickly. I ignored the fact she gave off a rude first encounter and she rolled the painting out on my counter. I looked at the painting, turning it sideways so neither of the ends hung off of it. At first glance, I could tell it was an oil pastel picture of a woman in a grey dress and her skin was a light color of grey. Her hair was jet black and looked to be cut short. I wanted to say this was a depiction of a woman from the colonial era but the skin and hair were off for a depiction. I did notice something a little unusual about it. It seamed to have a life of its own trapped in the picture. I looked closer at the face and saw a disappointed look in the eyes and the mouth showed no expression of happiness. I pulled back and thought about this picture for a second. Then, I noticed a little red dot hanging from her neck, I was guessing it was a she because the artist either failed to draw the obvious eye drawer or the person had a flat chest. I looked a little closer at that and saw it wasn’t a dot but a depiction of a red stone. The stone looked familiar to me; I guess I figured out what I would be reading about soon enough.
I stood back up and looked at the teen, my smile still on my face. “Am I crazy,” she asked quickly.
“Not at all,” I replied as I slowly rolled up the painting and handed it back to her. “It is definitely unusual and one of a kind. It is a great piece of work and I must say, for you to think it is unusual just starts to cover it.”
“How’s that,” she asked quickly. I think this person was having a type of sugar rush or something and that explains the sudden quickness.
“Whoever made this painting must have put their heart and soul into it because it has a bit of life inside it.”
“My sister made it,” she sounded solemn now, was she hoping for an astral connection to her sister with this painting?
“I see,” I replied.
“Tell me,” she looked up at me and seamed to be gripping the painting a bit hard at the edges, “do you believe that there is something unusual about our world that society is not aware of?” I raised an eyebrow, wanting to ask if she had been watching me. I didn’t sense her as a threat so I guessed it was okay to be honest with her.
I placed my elbows on the table and leaned in towards her. When our faces were only a few inches apart, I stated in my usual cold tone, “There are monsters in this world just thought to be stories. I have seen my fair share and dealt with them myself.” Her eyes seamed to widen when I told her this, I guess she got an answer that was half expected but the shock of the truth got to her.
“No joke,” she asked in a tone that sounded scared.
“Nothing to joke about when it comes to monsters.” The girl took a step backwards and I stood upright. I cracked a small smile and watched as she headed for the door. When I thought she was at the door, I hollered, “If a problem comes up with one of those monsters, give me a ring.”
The rest of the day was back to the current season normality. When the sun had started to set and the street lights glowed the dull neon orange, I closed up shop and went to my home on the floor above me. Once inside my home, which seamed to be made out of the same wood that glowed in my shop, I decided to work on my dinner for the night.
I would have normally made enough food for four people, enough for me, Alice who was a lovely friend of mine, Isabel who is Alice’s grand mother, and Sarah who is the agent and sometimes partner on my cases. However, Alice and Isabel were out of town and Sarah claimed to have to much work to do to come eat dinner with me.
Once my black suit jacket was hung up in the closet at the front door, I followed the walkway that was glowing floor to the land of my kitchen. When I took a right, I landed in the land of chrome. The major kitchen appliances were chrome and the rest was the same dark red wood. I walked over to the fridge and opened it. Unsure of what to make, I did a quick inventory and then pulled out a red can of cola. I closed the fridge and then proceeded to pop the can open. After the hissing sound had passed a second later, I took a quick drink and thought about possible combinations. The idea of a small casserole came to mind or purple cabbage and rice.
However, before I could make up my mind on what to make, something interrupted my train of thought. I heard a small clicking sound at the front doorway. I slowly, quietly, placed the can on the counter and thought for a quick second. Alice and Isabel were out and Sarah said she was too busy. If it was Sarah that decided to come she would have called ahead of time to make sure I wasn’t in attack mode when she came in. Once, she accidentally came in when I was unaware she was coming and almost popped her in the face, I was being stalked by a monster at the time. If it was Isabel, Alice would have been with her and she would have been giggling and laughing. The door opened quietly yet I didn’t hear a sound of footsteps. I went over to the wall the hallway had and leaned against it. As I waited for this unknown person to appear, I pulled out the .40 Handgun and turned the safety off. I then proceeded to quietly chamber a round and prepared for the intruder.
I heard no footsteps, no breathing, and no creaking of rubbing clothes, nothing. I could feel my heart rate jump up and my breathing became long and deep. I had my gun up at the average height of person that would be walking incase they had learned how to become like a ghost. With this in mind, I was ready. However, what came out of the hallway wasn’t normal. I saw a skeleton hand appear out of the hallway and into the kitchen, grasping onto the wall. The hand then pulled forward the rest of the body and out came a monster in a black cloak.
I was about to pull the trigger when I felt something grab my right shoulder. My vision started to lie and said I was in front of the fridge still. My right hand went for one of my guns but I felt a soft hand quickly grasp my hand when it tried to get the handgun. I tried to jerk my hand away but it failed.
“Easy now,” the familiar voice told me as they held onto my hand. I then felt the hand on my shoulder turn me around and I could see Sarah standing in front of me. I felt my body tremble and my knees felt like giving out. I could feel that my eyes had widened at some point and now I felt guilty, I almost shot my friend Sarah for a second time. “You seamed to have gone brain dead or something when I came in.”
Sarah was a woman of grace and death. She wouldn’t hesitate at anything unless she had good reason for it and I really doubted she was afraid of anything anymore after the lich problem. Her height was average, and seamed to be a little lighter then average. Her skin was fair white with long black hair tied in a tail and blue eyes. I have always seen her in a black suit that was like mine; however, I doubt she was trying to copy me.
However, with all of those things, I felt like she was an emotional crutch for me because of the future I saw ahead of me. She quickly wrapped her arms around me and held me. I could hear her heart beat and the breaths she took while I was this close. “Kai,” she told me, “you have me worried, you know?” She had let go of me and I took a step back, right into the fridge. I could now feel the cold run up my spine.
“How so,” I asked as I wondered about what brought Sarah here.
“You have been zoning out a lot and I think it is linked to your emotional state of being,” she told be point blank. I sighed and then turned around to face the fridge. I then opened it up and pulled out the red can that should have been in my hand. I also pulled out one for Sarah.
“What makes you say it is linked to my emotional state,” I asked as I closed the fridge with my right elbow and turned back around. I handed a can to Sarah and she took it from me. I then popped the top on mine at the same time she did.
“I can see it in your eyes,” she replied in a solemn tone.
“You believe eyes are the windows to the person’s soul?”
“I do,” she told me as I took a sip of my drink, “and I can see the pain you are holding in your heart.”
“If you can see this, then tell me what the cure is,” I noticed Sarah wasn’t drinking hers.
“You are resting all of your problems on your shoulders,” Sarah stated as she looked at me dead in the eyes, “I know someone that wants to help you with your load.”
“They are my problems and mine alone. I tread this path which is filled with danger and if I give myself ground to falter on, and then I will die.” Sarah quickly placed her drink on the counter to her left and then walked up to me.
“I know you are living to me about why not,” Sarah told me as a feeling deep in my soul told me she was right. However, I saw something that could change everything. “So, grow up and tell her your feelings and let her help you.”
“I have grown up enough not to let Madam Alice become a part of my problem.”
“All I see is an immature child.”
“It takes an immature child to know an immature child, Madam Sarah,” I replied. I then heard a quick crisp sound break the tension. My left cheek felt warm and I could see Sarah’s right hand in the air like she was going to backhand me. I stood their with my eyes showing no possible change was going to happen in the miracle of that slap.
“If I have to, I will tell her myself and then you will have to deal with love for once,” she hollered at me and lowered her hand back to her side.
“You tell her and you sign her death warrant,” my voice stayed calm and cold, she wasn’t rattling my cage.
“Do you love her?”
“Yes, and that is why I cannot tell her my feelings.”
“How is your love for her going to cause her to die?”
“One day in my future, I am going to find a truth and I won’t stop until it is exposed.”
“I still don’t get why it will be her death warrant as you say?”
“Because, the enemy will pick at my emotions and force my heart to fold by involving anyone I care about.” Sarah looked speechless to me now, possibly a little dumbstruck. “If I can keep her out of my heart, the chances they will target her as well will be less then they are now.”
“What if,” she replied in a normal tone, “she thinks she can handle the danger?”
“I will not let her get hurt because of me if it is possible to avoid it.”
“What if she is hurting now because she sees what I see now,” Sarah asked me bluntly. I wanted to reply to what she told me but now I felt dumbstruck. Nothing came to mind of what to say, I felt like a new born child because of this loss. Sarah walked a little closer to me and wrapped her arms around me again. “I understand what you mean, but I think she wants to help you with your problem.”
“But…”
“I think if it came down to it, she can handle herself if they came after her.”
“But…”
“If she can’t, I know you will be stubborn not to die and save her. Then reveal the truth and be back home so she can place a Band-Aid on your wounds.” I wanted to say something but I felt like she could come up with an answer to anything I questioned. “If you have nothing more to object to, then I can offer you something that may help.”
“And that would be,” I asked as I looked up at Sarah.
“Emotional Support for you,” Sarah replied. I felt like crying for a second but I forced the feeling to pass and then I stepped to the side to get out of Sarah’s grasp.
“Why are you here,” I asked now, wanting to change the topic we were on.
“I have a case for you and I know you will enjoy it,” Sarah replied as I noticed a small smirk appear on her face. “Eleven people have been found dead all the same way and all in the same area of their home.”
“Which is?”
“They were found as skeletons laying down as if nothing was wrong.”
“Except for the fact is they are dead.”
“You see why I need your help?”
“People found as skeletons in their own homes yet no one had found them and I doubt the smell would have gone unnoticed or someone would have come by to get their rent or something. It seams oddball enough to me. Is there anything else you can tell me?”
“They all had the same picture of a woman on a wall which their feet were pointed at.”
“You have got to be …”
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Dear Detective, noir is usually a dark detective story with a strange twist to it, often narrated by a protagonist of some sorts, who can be almost anyone - a prostitute, a depressed detective, a gangster... I've written two books in that genre, one is narrated by a psycopath who thinks he's a vampire, the other on by a priest who's dragged into the world of crime.
Yet reading your pieces I'd say E. A. Poe should have had a great influence on you... has he not?
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I have never read a piece of work by Poe yet. I have however read books by Koontz and King and Jance, I know of a few others. I have watched mystery and paranormal movies, of Douyle is one person I like to read all the time. However, due to the fact that my novel is still in development, I may be able to pull off this noir because not every play starts off with the so anticipated death. You have to hook them before hand with something else when choosing to save death as an after taste delight. Domna?
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I have never read a piece of work by Poe yet. I have however read books by Koontz and King and Jance, I know of a few others. I have watched mystery and paranormal movies, of Douyle is one person I like to read all the time. However, due to the fact that my novel is still in development, I may be able to pull off this noir because not every play starts off with the so anticipated death. You have to hook them before hand with something else when choosing to save death as an after taste delight. Domna?
Stephen King? He's great, but he's just a POP novelist. You don't wanna be POP, do you? Do it dark and cool, you know.
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I plan on making my writing sharp as the mental blade and cut through the hogwash that these modern writers have made and return writing to its old true power.
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Chapter 3
“…the sight at the crime scene was rather clean for a paranormal case. Most times I see a paranormal crime scene; I have to take a close look at the victim to make sure that they were human before their current state. Blood splatter on the walls, the torn limbs thrown around like a child’s toy. This one however, this one was different. The supposed victim was found lying on his wood floor. When I saw a skeleton just lying there, I was shocked not to see clothing or blood on or around him. I thought this was just some sick joke but I was assured this wasn’t but Sarah.
I looked around the room. The tan colored walls with green trim at the tops seamed to be undisturbed. No blood or random fragments could be seen in the area. This one had me stumped. If this was done by an acidic solution that melted only skin, where was his clothes? And if the solution was strong enough to melt his clothing as well, how come the floor has no burns or the skeleton was lying down on the floor? That was another thing that got me, why was he on the floor to begin with. The area he was in was partially covered with a large shelf of books on a wall and a green chair on the opposite wall of a painting. If I had to guess, the room was four meters by five meters. I thought about this for a second on why he was laying down when I stood up and looked at the picture his feet were facing. It was close to an exact replica of the oil pastel that was brought into my shop earlier today, however, it was missing the red stone.
“Every one of our victims has been found the same way as this one,” Sarah told me as she walked into the room through a door that was next to the chair. I didn’t bother to look back. “I wonder if they suffered any when they died.”
“Chances are they didn’t even feel it coming,” I stated as I remembered that the hands were open instead of closed. “If the person had felt pain, his hands would have been curled up enough to show a sign of pain. If he was standing up when that happened, his fingers would have uncurled due to gravity. However, if he was standing at the time of the death, he would have fallen backwards due to said gravity and chances would be that he would be in many pieces.”
“I wonder where you remember this stuff sometimes,” Sarah stated as I heard her take a few steps towards me. I walked away from the oil pastel painting and looked at the works of writing that were on the shelf.
“As Sherlock Holmes once stated, and I am sorry if I miss quote this,” I stated, “but he said that our minds are like attics and all we know is stored in it. I choose to keep mine vacant except for the things needed for my job because our attics are not made of elastic walls.”
“You read Sherlock Holmes novels,” Sarah asked me as I noticed this person had some mystery novels on his book shelf.
“I believe he said it in the novel, “A Study in Scarlet”,” I replied as I thought about the last time I had read one.
“So,” Sarah asked as I heard her walking around in the area, “any leads or anything?”
“None,” I replied as I walked back over to the painting. I thought that the painting might have had some key importance to the case. “How do we know this is who you guys say it is?”
“Camera feed from six in the afternoon today shows him walking in.”
“I assume that he didn’t leave nor did anyone else come here from six to now with the exception of cops.”
“With him being on the twelfth floor of this building, I doubt he could have jumped down from this floor and reach the ground floor alive without drawing a crowd.”
“How about camera feed from the first time he left the building to six in the afternoon, anything then?”
“Only people that live in the other apartments or maintenance. Other then that, no one.”
I took in a deep breath and thought about these key facts as they told me a story which was missing something. “How did someone know the victim was dead to begin with?”
“People heard a dog barking up here and when the manager came to check it out, he came in here and found our friend here.” I looked at the floor and saw no scratch marks, a dog hadn’t been here from what I could tell.
“Some dog not to leave scratch marks on a wood floor.” I looked back at the painting and noticed something odd. The picture looked to have been tilted a bit. I went to touch the frame when I heard something rattle behind me. I looked behind me but nothing was out of place. Sarah looked at me with a curious look; I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to moving the picture frame. When my hands grasped around the frame, I lifted it up off the wall and saw the space where it should have been. However, something that shouldn’t have been there was visible as well. I saw the Star of David written in blood and a circle that touched each point. I then saw a circle around that one and another circle around the second one. It looked to have Latin written around the outer ring and runic symbols between each point of the star. That symbol looked familiar to me, a cult spell that I had seen before but I couldn’t remember where I saw it last. I then heard the rattling again and saw the blood glow.
I took a quick breath and then heard Sarah holler like a scared child. I looked behind me and saw that the skeleton was back on its feet. A red glow came from the eye sockets and I knew then where I had seen that symbol. “You really have got to be kidding me,” I said under my breath. I went for my Webley Top Break Revolver, a bigger then necessary weapon of choice, and started to pull the hammer back while pulling it out.
The skeleton lifted its head up and I knew it was staring at me. Before I could get the revolver out, it rushed at me and I had to dodge it. I swung the revolver around but the skeleton quickly turned at me and swung for my gun. It had hit the gun out of my hand before I could pull the trigger, my heart raced like a horse and the fear of death creped little by little into my bones. I brought my hands up and grabbed onto the wrists of the skeleton as it raised them. I felt the wall rush to meet my back for an unexpected meeting and the skeleton lowered its head. Looking to have been trying to bite me, I heard a clicking sound of a gun and guessed Sarah was taking aim. “You idiot,” I hollered at Sarah, frustration clear in my voice, “you fire that gun and you may hit me.”
“What do you want me to do then,” Sarah hollered back at me. I was unsure of what to have her do because this didn’t make sense. Why did this happen now, why not earlier when the person found the body or when Sarah and I walked in? Did removing the painting and seeing that symbol actually cause this?
Unsure of what to do, I felt my hand get cold and saw a dark mist form around the skeleton’s body. It then seamed to take shape and form a cloak around the skeleton. The cloak formed around the body and went as far down as the feet, causing a black, visible, vapor to form out of the cloak and escape into the air where it quickly disappeared. The black mist then formed around the skull and started to form a hood which blacked out any visible features. Then, I realized what was going on, even thought this was my first official time feeing it.
“What the hell is a wraith doing here,” I hollered as I brought my knee up and aimed for the chest cavity. I was able to hit it and it looked to have done something because the wraith took a few steps back. It brought its hands to the area, looking to me holding the area I had hit, was it in pain?
It then stood back up and started to charge at me. I knew I was done for because it was obvious it didn’t feel pain and when I had tried to hit the cavity, I didn’t feel anything connect with my knee. Bullets wouldn’t do the trick if my knee did nothing. I dodged to the right, the wraith slamming into the wall a second later. I made up my mind that I would have to use my last resort weapon and it was basically a hit or die weapon.
I felt my arm turn ablaze inside my arm as the energy flowed through it, producing the blue glow that it did. The wraith turned to look at me, my arm was up now and ready to be used. It charged at me, its arms out in front of it. I could see its hands trying to grasp onto my head when I guessed it was close enough not to miss. I let the energy fire off through my hand, the fire put out and the glow stopping when it flew towards the wraith. I was blinded for a second. That second felt like an eternity.
My heart continued to beat as hard as possible and my breaths became long and deep, my body exhausted. I felt like I could turn into a rag doll and just fall over, I was wrong about being able to relax.
When the second was over, I could feel the skeleton like hands grasp the sides of my head and inside the hood I could see the dark abyss. It looked hopeless and dead, a place where I would be going soon. I knew it was the end, the final act for the play of my life. My fingers twitched with the energy I had left, wanting to react but couldn’t.
When I thought it was getting ready for the kill, I heard gunshots from my right and heard the wraith howl with pain. I wanted to look at who was firing or what they were firing at, but the wraith had a tight grip on my head. I was hoping it was Sarah but I still had to deal with the wraith that could kill me now. Instead of killing me, I heard it whisper, “The red stone, the artist, spear of power, macabre.” It then slowly dissolved into nothingness and I feel onto the ground. I heard something fall right in front of me, but my eyes were filled with tears. I coughed violently, was this how it felt to have your soul be sucked out by the wraith?
I then heard the patter of feet and felt a hand on my back. I could barely make out black shoes in front of me. “Everything is going to be okay,” Sarah told me as I got up onto my knees. I was about to wipe my eyes from the tears when Sarah wrapped her arms around me and held me. I heard more feet as the clattered along the floor.
“What happened in here,” someone asked as I felt the fear stay in my body. For the first time in awhile, I felt useless and I almost died for it.
“We had a monster attack us,” Sarah replied, I was wishing she was Alice instead for some odd reason.
“I take things are okay now, right,” the person asked this time. I tried getting up for a second but felt Sarah just hold on tighter.
“Yeah, we almost lost Kai here,” Sarah responded, I wanted to get up more now.
“Is he okay?”
“I think so; he was face to face with the monster.”
“Alright, we will go back outside then.” I heard the footsteps walk away as my heart started to beat at a normal pace. I looked up at Sarah and saw her looking down at me. She had a small smile on her face.
“I’m sorry I hesitated like that,” Sarah told me, in her calm mother like tone, as she brought one of her hands up and wiped the remaining tears off my face with her sleeve.
“I couldn’t stop it, even with the weapon,” I told her, I could hear the fear in my voice.
“I took a guess on where to fire. You did the most logical thing possible.”
“I felt weak and hopeless during that fight, I still do now.”
“That’s why,” she brought her hand up to my face and cupped it, “you should let Alice in to help you. She would be able to help you in times like these.” I cried a bit more and Sarah wiped the tears off again. I then tried standing up; Sarah held an arm around me to support me. “You used a lot of energy in that shot, huh?”
“I may have to go home and rest for the rest of the night,” I replied as I noticed the symbol had gunshots around it and one in the center of it. “Nice guess.”
“Thanks,” Sarah told me as I looked around again. I saw a skull on the ground a meter away from me and I motioned to Sarah I wanted to look at it. She walked with me over to it and we squatted down together. I reached for the skull and picked it up. It felt smooth and polished, yet it looked roughed up.
“Hell,” I stated as I looked at it. Sarah looked at me with an odd look, almost as if she thought I had lost my sanity. “You asked about what he went through. He’s going through Hell.” Sarah nodded her head as I looked at the skull closely. I noticed a runic mark in both eye sockets. They looked like two of the symbols that were apart of that symbol on the wall. I figured out what the symbol was now. Chances were, when he was melted down to bone, this was scratched into his skull and then attached to the wall. The other symbols were his soul, this is by guess, and became dormant because the picture blocked it from hitting the body to finish the spell. Then, his body was laid down in front of the picture and then whoever did this left.
Chances were they knew it would draw my attention and this was a trap to kill me. This person even went as far as to make sure the soul became a wraith. They used one strong monster to make an attempt on my life, they mean business. Did I have an unknown enemy against me and they don’t want me to get a good headwind on this case? One thing is for sure, whoever they are, I am going to find out who they are but I need to pull back for the time being. I have to regroup and make a plan based on these facts…”
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I plan on making my writing sharp as the mental blade and cut through the hogwash that these modern writers have made and return writing to its old true power.
Good luck on that, buddy. See, we DO have something in common - megalomania... isn't that great?
By the way, try Kadzuo Ishiguro, he writes old school detective stories and he IS something different from an average modern writer.
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Ill look into him. And what do you mean ... *thinks about it* yeah, you may be right we both have it. By the way, thinks for posting your comments in here, I saw the view count and wondered am I writing to a deaf crowd or something.
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Not to a deaf crowd, I'm reading it and making a comment. I've only had two people comment to my writing.
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Sorry Oni, i forgot you posted in here as well. My mind loses it sometimes.
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Sorry Oni, i forgot you posted in here as well. My mind loses it sometimes.
Unprofessional for a detective, detective.
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And its unporfeesional to make remarks which can happen to anyone. And as you have stated, I am a detective with guns.
PS - the next chapter will be a while getting in, I have been fighting with myself if I should write a Biohazard / Resident Evil fanfiction like SD Pin has for each of the games.
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And its unporfeesional to make remarks which can happen to anyone. And as you have stated, I am a detective with guns.
PS - the next chapter will be a while getting in, I have been fighting with myself if I should write a Biohazard / Resident Evil fanfiction like SD Pin has for each of the games.
Do you like being called detective, DDL or Leo? Or demon, as the guy in that other thread?
Cause DDL sounds like a sex-toy for me, so..
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*chuckles a bit* Detective is nice, sort of has a nice ring to it, but it is mainly your call.
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I do quite enjoy your writing style. Polish the spelling and grammer, and keep it coming.
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I know in a manor of speaking this is self gloating but can you tell me what you mean by my writing style?
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Alright, it reminds me of my own but with a different flair of course. You can feel the world, the characters, and even the tension in the character relationships. You can feel that the world and characters were brought directly from your imangination to paper. There, good enough for ya.
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Thanks, yeah. I hope to keep the ball rolling hopefully. I like your style as well, I have read alot of diffrent styles and yours I have never seen in my lifetime to this point.
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Your avatar's still a girl. And do more love scenes in the story, ain't a detective story without a love scene.
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Two things, one, why does it need one?
Two, the main love intrest is out of town for the detective in the book, what do you want me to do, have a flashback of when he had a love scene with her but before either of them confessed their love? *starts kicking ideas around*
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Two things, one, why does it need one?
Two, the main love intrest is out of town for the detective in the book, what do you want me to do, have a flashback of when he had a love scene with her but before either of them confessed their love? *starts kicking ideas around*
Kinda. Make it an intence emotional scene full of love, hatred... but most of all - passion. It's what they want, and you know the rule - you give it to them.
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Devinor, Ill throw my rule book at you to learn from *throws a wadded up paper ball at you* Rule one, when writing, and it is original works, write it for yourself. If others like it, two thumbs up and a pat on the back *smiles a bit* I am a pain sometimes.
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Devinor, Ill throw my rule book at you to learn from *throws a wadded up paper ball at you* Rule one, when writing, and it is original works, write it for yourself. If others like it, two thumbs up and a pat on the back *smiles a bit* I am a pain sometimes.
So you CAN'T write a love scene, yer sayin'?
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I could prbably wing it hopefully well enough but at this point it is not needed. I write was is needed for the story and it isn't needed at this point.
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I could prbably wing it hopefully well enough but at this point it is not needed. I write was is needed for the story and it isn't needed at this point.
Man, believe me - if you make it exploding with violence, sex and humor - dark humor, you'll have it all. Just go for the boom-boom.
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Maybe, just depends.
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Maybe, just depends.
Always follow your inspiration, never restrict yourself from what your heart tells you to write. Write with intuition and imagination.
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Thats what i do. I have acctualy had peopel tell me I should try to write diffrently but I choose to follow my own method.
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Thats what i do. I have acctualy had peopel tell me I should try to write diffrently but I choose to follow my own method.
Those people don't know sh*t what we're doing is right.
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I know. I thought they were messed up or something. You know, when all the others go to bed, it is mainly you and I that are chatting on the fourms.
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I know. I thought they were messed up or something. You know, when all the others go to bed, it is mainly you and I that are chatting on the fourms.
That's fun. We're the Nightwatch!
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Yeah, until summer ends then I will be back to normal rules of time.
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Yeah, until summer ends then I will be back to normal rules of time.
*sigh* So will I, I guess.
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Not really, I just got busy.
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One, you are like a goblin in the swamp. You come up and attack when you want to and I can't do a damn bloody thing to stop it.
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Snoring and drooling in his cradle, the detective was completely anaware of the hideous goblin sneaking up on him under the cover of night... <:smurf
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Gob, Gob, I see a Gob!
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Yeah, and when he comes out, I go Wild Arms Style and have a reaction atempt, which works cause it is very sucessful, jump out of the way and go over kill with my Coyote Shotgun and it becomes a critical hit and kills you wth it.
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Yeah, and when he comes out, I go Wild Arms Style and have a reaction atempt, which works cause it is very sucessful, jump out of the way and go over kill with my Coyote Shotgun and it becomes a critical hit and kills you wth it.
But you are not aware of the sniper goblin who had you on his aim all this time, and now he finally pushes the trigger...
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Thats when protect evade comes into effect. I use the dead body as a shield and then pull out a fire stone and set your world on fire. I am dead serious, this stuff is in Wild Arms 3.
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And that's when the Apocalypse from Mad Max 2 starts. I enjoy geeky bulls**t.
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It is funny at times.
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Yep. Only not to get carried away. Any new chapters, Detective Hanes?
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Working on it. I am trying to decide how to have it go. I imagined he passed out, to much used energy forced him to retire for the night. Now, my new problem is either have a chapter of him and Sarah talking about his next move and what he thinks is in the message or have it go to the part where he checks out one of the parts for the message. I am more leaning to the idea of him talking so it gives insight to how he thinks and works.
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(note from the writer - I feel sick of this music and I have to ask this. Does anyonme know of any music that is good and close to the lines like the RE Live Action Movie Music that I can listen to while writing. I just spent two hours writing to Origa and I am starting to unapreciate it.)
Chapter 4
“…I woke up in my bed the next morning, my body felt a little unusually warm and it seamed that I had some extra weight on me then usual as well. When I turned over to look, I saw Sarah lying half on top of me and half not. Bless her heart for staying with me for the whole night when she could have been out doing something else. She really was a family member in my mind and I would be as devastated to lose her like if I lost Alice or Isabel.
After the fight from last night, Sarah brought me home and made me dinner; she had to splash me with some water here and there to keep me awake. I guess she wanted me to regain my energy sooner then it normally took on an empty stomach. I cracked a smile and felt tempted to kiss her forehead. I weighed the pros and cons of doing it, it was close to dead even. I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and then quietly slipped out of my bed. I memorized the floor layout of my room so I had no need to turn on a light. I turned to my right after getting out on the right side of the bed and walked forward a few meters to my closet. I opened it up quietly, hearing only the occasional squeaks. I then pulled out my normal attire of black. It consisted of my suit jacket, suit pants, boots which worked well for things that seam unusual for it, a tie, and my white leather gloves so I didn’t have to wear those latex ones when looking at evidence, and a white undershirt to be worn under the jacket.
I then quietly put it all on and walked over to my door which was on the right of the closet. I was about to open it when I heard the rustling of my bed sheets. I sighed and knew somehow that Sarah was up. I was about to say something when Sarah stated, “You go off on how I should get some rest and I will tie you to the bed until Alice gets back.”
“Then who is going to solve this case for you,” I replied with a small chuckle and opened the door. I walked into my living room; the same wooden glow could be seen from the floor, coffee table in front of the earth tone couch, and entertainment center which held electronics that I could swear Alice asked for. Behind the earth tone couch, not even by a meter, was a square wooden dining table with chairs for five people. And a meter away from that area, a straight shot from my door was Alice’s room. I had been in there a few times to clean up this place and do the laundry. She always liked to leave a mess behind. And maybe two meters from the dining area was the kitchen I was in earlier. I walked over to the kitchen, hearing my bedroom door close behind me.
“I think you should still be in bed after last night,” Sarah stated as I noticed a small mess in the sink. I wanted to mention about it but I chose not to; Sarah didn’t have to do anything for me.
“As long as I don’t use it today, I should be okay,” I replied as I walked over to the fridge and pulled out random ingredients to make breakfast. Eggs, bacon, some bread, and juice sounded good to me.
“And what if you do have to use it today?” I walked over to the stove, pulled out two pans to cook in, and turned the burners on.
“Then I will have to take a nice nap again.” I walked over to the sink and quickly washed my hands before touching the food again.
“Don’t expect me to lay with you again if you bring it upon yourself,” Sarah stated as I walked back over to the stove.
“I don’t remember asking you to lay with me last night either.” I cracked two eggs and let the contents pour into one pan and then started to work on the bacon. “Could you please grab two plates and two glasses, along with some forks?” I looked over my shoulder, watching Sarah without her jacket on, as she got the items I asked for.
“Stop looking at me,” Sarah stated. I chuckled a bit and went back to working on the meal at hand. I guess she really did have eyes on the back of her head. I reach down into a drawer and picked up a spatula, then remembering the bacon. I placed it down and then went to work on it. I laid down a couple of strips for me and Sarah, all the while my mind jumping from though to thought.
“What’s the game plan,” Sarah asked me as I heard her place the plates down and start to work on the bread.
“I plan on making a plan, which will have to include me telling you my plan because I have to explain why I am doing something.”
“Why is that,” she asked as I heard her place two pieces of toast in the toaster.
“Like you would let me do something that could fail at a moments notice if I didn’t explain it.”
“You got me there,” Sarah replied as I heard the toast pop out of the toaster. She had the dial set low. “So, what is the game plan?”
“Deciphering what I was told the other night,” I replied as I flipped the pieces of bacon on their other side. The aroma of grease cooking filled the room and it sort of smelt relaxing.
“What were you told,” I could hear her opening the fridge and pulling out the container of milk.
“The red stone, the artist, spear of power, macabre,” I replied. Remembering those words to the letter.
“When were you told that?”
“When the wraith tried to kill me, I heard it whisper that.”
“Hell of a way to get a message across to you.”
“I think it had a moment of realization and wanted to help out before he passed on.”
“Okay, so any leads on that deciphering?” I saw Sarah place the two plates on the counter to my left and I placed the done bacon into two groups on the plates. I then went over and grabbed the juice and placed it in the fridge, noticing Sarah had poured two glasses of milk. I then hurried over and flipped the eggs before they burnt up.
“Plenty of leads and they all have a common thread.”
“Which is,” Sarah asked as I took a look at the eggs and came to the conclusion they were done. I then placed them into two different groups and on the plates.
“They are all linked to that oil pastel portrait I have been seeing everywhere.”
“You’re kidding, right,” Sarah asked as I picked up the two plates and walked over to the dinning room table.
“Not at all,” I replied as I heard Sarah pick up the glasses and silverware.
“How does that oil pastel have anything to do with this case?” I placed the plates at the south end of the table, the end closest to the kitchen, and then pulled out the chairs that were behind the plates.
“It’s clearly connected,” I replied as I did this, “because if a painting pops up in my shop and then a few hours later shows up at a crime scene, it must connect it all together with a string.” Sarah walked over and placed a glass filled with liquid and a fork at each table.
“Now that you mention it,” Sarah stated as she went to take a seat, I pushed the chair in as she sat down. “You have got to use these kinds of tricks of Alice and use them to allow you to be with her.”
“Yes, I know, you are applying more pressure to this subject which I have agreed to deal with the way you asked me to. Now, what is it that you realized,” I asked as I went to the other chair and took a seat.
“Right,” Sarah replied, “that pastel painting has been at every crime scene so far.”
“Any leads on the artist,” I asked as I saw Sarah cut up her eggs. The yoke didn’t run out, I remembered how she hated the yoke runny.
“None,” she took a bite of the egg, satisfaction clear on her face.
“Then I have a lead for you,” I replied with a small smile on my face, happy that she looked like she enjoyed her food.
“You do,” Sarah asked, half confused and half excited.
“A girl walked in with it and she mentioned that her sister was the artist.”
“Did you just say…” I knew what she was thinking and the same idea had come to my mind as well.
“That is why I have a lead on the artist bit.”
“What did this girl look like?”
“She had the feeling of Gothicism in her clothing, all black and it looked to be a school uniform. Her skin was pale. Oh, and her hair was half down and half…”
“…half spiked,” Sarah said at the same time as I did. I raised an eyebrow and rested my elbows on the table. I then used my hands to make a cradle and rested my chin on it.
“I take it you know here,” I asked. A solemn look covered her face now and she slowly rested the fork down on the plate.
“She’s dead,” Sarah replied as I saw something bloom in her eyes.
“Penny for your thoughts,” I asked as she looked up at me, she looked pale as if seeing a ghost.
“The girl you spoke of just now has been dead for a while now. We found her along with her father and mother butchered like pieces of meat.”
“And…” I added, noticing that she was hiding something.
“The oldest sibling, her sister, was found barely alive. She kept on spouting about some dog demons had attacked her when the doctors fixed her up.” Dog demons? This was connecting together now but the string had bound with other strings to form a bond that spoke loudly.
“Did she mention about something else,” I asked, feeling these strings connect to my memory on possible leads.
“She didn’t mention anything, but she kept on asking for oil pastels in the hospital and drew the same portrait you saw many times. I thought it was odd she only asked for oil pastels.” I could understand why someone would ask for one instrument as a tool; because it was the best tool they could use to show something they see in their mind’s eye.
“Do you remember a small eye catching detail in each of those paintings,” I asked.
“Actually, I did remember seeing a red stone shaped dot like it was part of a necklace or something.” That stone seamed to elude me as to what it was, but it kept on showing up and this demon, what made this demon connected to it.
I mumbled a bit to myself, reviewing these facts and then asked, “Do you know anything about the “Spear of Destiny?” Sarah shook her head. “It’s an artifact that, according to the bible, stabbed the side of Christ at the time of his death. What the bible doesn’t speak of is the fact that when they stabbed him, his blood stained the spear head and turned it into a much more powerful weapon, a weapon that could change anyone’s destiny.”
“How does this link the case to this spear?”
“A theory I have right now.”
“Okay, well, if you are hitting every part of what that wraith said; explain why it said your name.”
“It didn’t know my name.”
“But you said it said macabre, did you not?”
“Does not mean that he said my name. I have no clues to the identity of the victim is so chances are they never knew me as well. I think they meant by saying what was happening.”
“Macabre happening is…” she left it open ended for me to finish.
“…darkness is the main thing but you can choose a variety of definitions for the word.”
“Okay, so a spear that changes destiny, darkness, an obvious overlooked red stone of importance, and a now dead artist.”
“Now dead,” I stated, giving it the sound I was asking about it.
“Yeah, the night of the last oil pastel was made; they found her dead of a stab wound to the heart.” I mulled this over and thought this one out. Maybe, she did something she shouldn’t have done. Then, something clicked in my mind. Dog demons were supposedly at the artist’s home and a possible report of them at the eleventh victim’s home. Someone to have control over those kinds of monsters had to be powerful. Wait, power, that red stone. The answer was obvious now.
“Sarah, we are going into a fight which will be one that could kill us, and we can’t turn back now,” I stated as I clearly sighed in depression.
“What the hell do you mean by that,” Sarah asked as her tone of voice seamed to rise a bit above excited.
“The stone, I remember what it is now.”
“Well, what is it?”
“The Philosopher’s Stone.”
“Never heard of it.”
“It’s an object of great power, and I know of one monster that would go after it relentlessly. The end justifies the means to them.”
“Well, what the hell is it? You are making me feel like you are an omniscient narrator trying to scare me.”
“A monster that only man kind can create through a type of science, one that has great power on its own but is only after power to become something stronger.” Sarah looked to have wanted to shake me for this ineffective ploy yet it was the way I was thinking. “We are after a homunculus.” She looked at me with a confused look. “It is a monster that is human in everyway except one, they have powers that only humans can dream of having.”
“Why would someone make one?” Her tone had lowered back to its solemn level as she sat back down.
“They sometimes think that the monster will grant their hearts desire, however, it has its own agenda and will kill the maker and its family.”
“You’re saying that this monster killed that family and these eleven people?”
“With tools of unworldly powers, yes.”
“How do we fight it?”
“We have to get the stone and crush it. They are after it this badly because, unlike humans, their lifespan is predictable without it. They want it and are tracking down any possible lead that seams to hold the desired fruit.”
“How did you connect all of this?” So, I choose to explain my train of thought.
“In theory, I think this is what happened. The night of that family being murdered, the monster was born and realized its life span. Thinking the maker or his family had what they were after, because it takes a lot of power to make one of these monsters, it went on and killed the family members to find the stone. When it got to the artist, it realized that it couldn’t kill her but instead choose to make it feel like she would die. The artist didn’t cough up the location of the stone obviously and when she could, she choose to show the world what the monster was that had those demons attack her and her family. The oil pastels were made in a quantity of thirteen if I believe so and inside one of those pastel portraits lies the stone that was able to be hidden as an oil pastel, probably melted down to a chalk like form and used to make the stone in the chosen picture. She then used similar colored red pastels to draw more stone shaped objects to hide the one that had the real one.” I took a quick breath and then continued. “When the monster found out, she came after the artist and this time killed her because she guessed she could figure out which one had it by process of elimination. However, she hit a snag, she had to use herself to kill her and couldn’t access the portraits. So, when they were delivered out to the city and auctioned off for her funeral, the monster took note of who bought them and then decided to eliminate them to get the portrait. However, she did have to do this quietly or else she would end up exposed and she was aware someone was on her trail, someone that was powerful as well. That is where the traps come into play, each time she found the portrait, she checked to see if it had the stone. When she found it wasn’t the one she wanted, she set the trap incase the person had appeared in her foot steps and was set to kill them to buy her more time.”
“So anyone could have been attacked if they had the desired power to kill this supposed female as you suggest,” Sarah stated.
“Both are true, at least, I think it is a female because this monster is being delicate with her steps. A male one would have just bust threw without second thought and would easily be exposed. Plus, I think we have seen the picture of the killer and it is a female.”
“Then, by what you are saying, she hasn’t found it yet.”
“Correct, if she had, she wouldn’t need the trap and would have more then enough power to kill the person following her.”
“So, there is a possible twelfth and thirteenth victim just waiting to be killed?”
“Or a twelfth one because I think I saw the one that had the stone in it the other day in my shop. However, I am willing to say there is a possibility something was afoot causing my apparent hallucinations yesterday.”
“Okay, so how does the spear play into it?”
“A weapon to change destiny is probably used so she can change her only weakness that could end her life. In a manor of speaking, she is trying to become powerful and immortal.”
“Macabre?”
“Darkness as in if she does succeed, expect to see a new world that may be the end.” We both sighed at the same time. I didn’t want it to end for many reasons so I had many reasons to fight this one out to the end, many lives may be on the line. “Damn,” I stated, “and I am going to die before I get a romantic night from Alice if I screw up that bad.”
“If you do screw up, I’ll find us a nice little area of our own and help you with your wish,” Sarah told me, I could sense both seriousness and sarcasm in her tone.
“You’re not Alice.”
“And you don’t want her near the area of death and destruction if you do mess up.”
“Point taken.”
“Besides, what is wrong with me?”
“I would feel like I am being with my mother or sister.”
“Nice to know you count me as a part of your family.”
“Sort of hard not to after all we have been through.” A question popped into my mind to ask since my mind was on the subject.
“Sarah, can I ask something,” I looked at her with my eyes hopefully showing I was just wondering about something.
“Sure,” she replied quickly, a small smile on her face.
“What is it like to have someone you love holding you in their arms after a night together?” She looked to have been chuckling and shook her head.
“It is something that is different from situation to situation. I can tell you this however; it is something that makes you feel like living even after the pain has set in for good…”
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cool
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Thanks. I am going to be listening to Moonlight Sonata now for a while, to much Origa for me. May not listen to it for a month or so.
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Try Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. They're perfect for writing.
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Okay. Thanks by the way
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You're only welcome.
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(Note from the author - I had some more fun then usual with this chapter. I acctualy thought this put the story more into prospective of that something bigger then imaginable is at work and is due to show itself. Also, I am a pain at some parts to the detective. Also, the post is longer then 2000 words so it is going to be psoted in two page bits.)
Chapter 5
“…after Sarah and I finished our breakfast, she almost scolded me for not eating it when it was hot and fresh, we came to a conclusion on a plan. We thought of tracking down anyone else that bought one of those oil pastels, of course, when I say we I mean Sarah did the leg work while I formulated my next move. If another trap was set I would have to find a way to deal with it because I did give fair warning I couldn’t make any power plays again. However, we did learn that a couple of shots at the spell do the trick so we were ready in a manor of speaking. I continued to think about as well about what Sarah told me. I started to doubt myself even more now and figured I should give Alice a chance. Sarah seamed to act towards me like I had a chance that was better then most people had.
When I got my mind back on track, thinking about the case, Sarah told me that there were only eleven paintings sold. I thought about what this meant and decided to choose my next move to go to the hospital. Chances were, the paintings were still there and if I could, I could find out about anything unusual that was popping up. However, I did hit another snag. According to the hospital, the artist only made eleven. Something told me they were hiding something, however, I would need some evidence to prove it. So, the nest step was to check out the home for anything I could use. With this in mind, Sarah and I headed to the home of the artist.
When we pulled up, I could feel something omniscient about the area and had an idea I was right. I walked up to the two floor blue home; the door still had yellow police tape in an X across it. Sarah was kind enough to open the door for me, and then I proceeded in. I noticed the lights were off yet the sunlight provided enough light to see.
Sarah had let me review the case file and so, in a manor of speaking, I reenacted the murders in my mind. The front room looked to have been the largest of them all, two couches and a table sat close to a corner on my left with a television in the corner. With that on my left, a large open area was on my right with a red rug sitting in the middle of the area. I could see three doors along the eggshell white walls, long streaks of blood dried onto it in random areas that coordinated with the killings. Two of the doors were side by side which could easily be taken for as the laundry room. The third door stood on its own and right next to the stairs that went to the second floor.
This room had a murder in it; I slowly walked over to the corner of entertainment area and saw the tape on the ground still. Blood had stained the carpet, and it was stretched around like a kid had thrown paint everywhere with its hands. I saw limbs missing from the main parts of tape, and areas where it looked like internal organs had been pulled out of her. I saw tape marks around the area; I guess the limbs didn’t get thrown very far away. “The wife was found here,” Sarah told me, “she was mutilated beyond belief and her limbs were obviously thrown about like a toy. According to the medical examiner, she did suffered a lot before blood loss killed her. They also found bite marks on her and they are guessing animals did it.” I didn’t see an obvious signs of an animal being around. Did the same demon dogs have a part in this?
I left the area and went towards the stairs, remembering that the tape looked to have the person lying on their back and the arms stretched out towards the couch. As I slowly went up the stairs, I could feel the presences of something else in the house. I didn’t want to alert Sarah to what I felt; she would decide to go ahead of me and might get into some trouble. When I got to the top, I thought I heard the laughter of a woman and quickly surveyed the area, only Sarah and myself. I brought my mind back to the case and decided to check the next victim location. I saw a door right in front of me, I was told it was the bathroom and the tile peaking under the door confirmed it. The floor, which I just realized, was carpeted with a blue fabric, I didn’t feel up to touching it.
I took a few more steps forward and then saw a door on my right, the main room no longer in view. I took a quick look inside and saw a closet. This area looked relatively clean for a murder scene; however, it was committed in the bedroom. I took another step and came to a door on my left. I slowly opened the door and looked inside. It was to dark to naturally see, so I quickly flicked on the light. I saw the grey blood stained walls first off; the blood stained floor came to mind second. When I said the floor, I didn’t mean a single area; I mean the entire floor was stained in blood. It was easy to guess why there was no tape in here, body parts must have been everywhere that they couldn’t document it without touching any body parts. I could see the main part of the attack happened right here where I stood. According to a guess, she opened the door and whatever killed her mother attacked her but it chooses to drag her to her bed then kill her. It seamed odd to me; however, this was a monster that did this.
An image came to mind of the girl I saw and I felt a little sick because she had been killed for some dark reason that I knew nothing of for the time being. I would get my reason from the monster soon enough. I turned off the light and then backed away, closing the door in front of me. “Found dead in pieces, her head was found under the bed. They said she even suffered longer then her mother. Any ideas,” Sarah asked as I could tell she was scared of this place. I wish I could have told her to wait for me in the car, but if I did that, she might worry beyond reasonability and go insane.
“None,” I replied as I walked down the hallway. I saw two doors again at the end of this hallway, one on my left and one on my right. I checked the one on my right and turned on the light. It looked to have been a normal master bedroom and it also appeared to have been untouched by the murders.
I turned off the light and pulled the door shut, knowing I had to check the last room. I quickly turned around and opened the door a little faster then I should have. When I opened it, I quickly turned on the lights and saw room that had little evidence of murder. In fact, there wasn’t blood on the walls, just small bits here and there on the floor. This was the artist’s room. I pulled back, turning off the light and then closing the door. I then saw Sarah looking at me like she had seen a ghost. “You okay,” I asked with concern clear in my tone. She shook her head, and then started to walk back towards the stairs. “Want to talk about it,” I asked as I followed her. I saw her shook her head for a bit and then quickly nod it. I was guessing she wanted to but not now. This home was a tomb of death in my opinion, the taken souls forced to call this place their final homestead.
As I followed her down the stairs, I heard the laughter again, this time, it sounded like cold triumph. I had to prove whatever this was that I didn’t quit so I had to do a check of one last thing, the basement. According to reports, the first victim was found in the basement. When we got down the stairs, I took a left and went into the kitchen. Sarah followed me as I lightly walked through the kitchen, it to looked untouched from the murders. I got to the back of the kitchen and then took a right, opening the basement door and going down. I could hear the creeks of each step as I walked down, expecting to see one of those dog demons pop out like a jack in the box. When I got down to the basement, I could see the answer to all of my questions. Among the blood and tape that covered the concrete room, I saw in white chalk symbols that looked closely like the ones that had been behind the picture yesterday. I confirmed it was a ritual of some sort when I could see the melted candles in a circle.
I quickly got up the stairs, knowing now what had brought this monster into this world. I went back to the living room, yet, when I tried to look behind me to see if Sarah was still behind me, I became blinded by something and then saw a pure white room.
I was unaware of where I was or what was going on, one thing was sure, I wasn’t going to like what would happen if it was like a horror movie.
The light dimmed and then I saw myself back in the living room of the home, however,
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the blood stains and Sarah were nowhere to be seen. I noticed also the tape was gone, however, something still loomed in the air that I was aware of the whole time. Death and the omniscient flow of this home. It was all connected and this was what some would call a revelation. However, it seamed more as a review to me. When I thought I heard the laughter of that woman again, I looked up at the stairs and saw a familiar face. I saw Isabel, the grandmother of Alice, standing atop of the stairs. She was wearing her sage green dress and white tennis shoes. Her small framed glasses placed right in front of her hazel eyes, her white skin still pale and wrinkled, and her hair still short and grey.
I wanted to say it was impossible, that it wasn’t Isabel, but something stopped me from saying it. “You need to focus on the things that give you strength, Kai.” I knew of only one person that would say it in that calm and omniscient tone, yet it held the signs of respect and anger for immaturity. That was Isabel alright, however, how did she get here. “Alice won’t give you a whole lot of time to wait for her. If she must, she will come to you and you will accept whatever she deems as love.”
“Madam Isabel, I cannot and will not get Alice involved in my life because she will get hurt,” I hollered back at her as I watched her walk down the stairs.
“You will and you won’t deny her. Besides, you do love her, right? If she loves you enough, then take the responsibility of bringing her into the light as some would call being a woman.” Before I had a chance to holler back I wouldn’t, even though deep in my heart I wished for it, I felt like I was blinded by a storm of feathers that flew past my eyes, making it seam pitch black. When it was over as quick as it came, I saw the one thing I couldn’t believe at the foot of the stairs. Isabel had fallen over and her limp body laid on the ground. Her eyes were wide and showed no signs of life. I quickly rushed over to her, checking for a pulse, but found myself blinded quickly again and saw that Isabel was gone.
“What the hell is going on,” I found myself thinking, trying to make some logic out of this.
“Kai,” I heard a familiar voice say behind me. I quickly looked back and saw Sarah standing there. I was about to holler at her, going to ask for some logic when she told me, “you need to live to see that special day.” Then, blinded by the same furry of feathers, Sarah now appeared to me on the floor and laid as if she had been spun in circles like a top. I wanted to rush over to her when the feathers appeared again and her body disappeared.
“I don’t get it,” I thought.
“There’s the world’s best paranormal detective,” I heard another familiar voice state. I knew this one better then my own soul; this was the one person that could make me cry if told to. I heard it come from the couch that was near the television and saw the back of Alice’s head. She had her long black hair free flowing like usual and it seamed to be as long her spine. I rushed over to it, thanking the feathers for not blocking my view and telling me that Alice was just like the others. When I got around, I saw Alice with her eyes closed and her white hands resting on top of a semi thick book. She had on her large round glasses in front of her blue eyes, and wearing the usual navy long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and brown slip-on shoes. She looked up at me for a second and smiled at me. She had the look of just finishing a great story, but something told me that wasn’t the reason for her smile.
“I am glad you took some time to see me, Kai. I know your schedule can get hectic when you are on a case,” Alice told me.
“It really wasn’t a bother,” I found myself somehow playing along with this illusion of some kind. “What is it you needed to talk about?” As I stood there, feeling a little dumbstruck, Sarah quickly stood up and looked me in the eyes. She was as tall as me and her figure was skinny but it showed she had some fat. For the same reasons that I love her, I felt my body change quickly and noticed it was a reaction of some kind. My heart was racing to the beat of a horses, I felt my body lose some of its spine, in a manor of speaking, I became a bit nervous, and my throat seamed to become moist.
“Kai,” Alice looked nervous and held her hands close to her chest in a fist. She clutched the front of her shirt, as if looking for a type of support. “I need to tell you that,” she looked to have been looking at something to her right, the table by guessing. She looked to have been blushing and then looked me in the eyes again. She brought her hands up to my face and cupped it. She then leaned forward, her eyes closing and my heart racing harder and faster then before. Before I could feel her lips make contact with mine, she whispered, “I love you.” I was about ready to receive the kiss when I closed my eyes and then heard the rustling of feathers. When I heard that, I forced my eyes to stay shut, not wanting to see some image of Alice murdered in some horrific fashion.
“Damn, God, you know how to make a romantic moment go south, don’t you?” I heard a scream come from a room upstairs and I quickly opened my eyes. With a hair sprint of energy, I rushed up the stairs and went to the room where the murder had happened. The floor wasn’t stained nor the walls when I opened the door. I saw the girl from my shop earlier just standing there, making me think someone was hollering get out before she kills you. However, I didn’t know where there was or how I get out of it.
As I saw her standing there, she looked back at me and said, “Please stop it. Stop this pain. I don’t want to go on with this pain anymore.” She looked to be crying and I had a small fear of what she was going to ask of me to do if I asked how.
However, I did have to ask how because it could be a clue of some sort. “How do I end your pain,” I asked solemnly.
“Kill me,” she replied in the same low tone. Before I had a chance to react, she disappeared into thin air and then laughing woman returned.
“Well,” the woman replied in a type of cheerful tone that had a classic villain touch to it, “I knew someone would come after me. When I learned it was you, I knew I just had to risk giving my warning to you personally.” The voice sounded like it came from down the hallway towards the stairs. I looked in that direction and saw a person I knew couldn’t be real but also knew they were real. It was the woman from the oil pastel paintings and my instincts told me that she was causing this whole mess.
“What warning,” I asked her as I slowly walked up to her.
“Lay off of the case and I won’t hurt anyone close to you.” I stopped a few feet away from her, my hands curled into fists.
“I don’t take lightly to feeble threats,” I replied, anger clear in my tone.
“It isn’t feeble because I mean every word of it.” She continued to laugh when she could. “You have already seen the aftermath of what I can do.”
“You have seen that I don’t die that easily, an example of how I am when it comes to my work.”
“I know,” the woman sighed as she looked down the stairs for a moment then back up at me. “When I was myself at one point, I had dreamed of being a wife to a man that was like you in every aspect. However, there was one difference between him and you.”
“I take it you are going to say it regardless if I want to know, right?”
“His heart belonged to me and only me. You however,” she looked as if her happiness was stolen, “you have to make your heart belong to people that are close to you and are only weak themselves.”
“I take it you think that your imaginative spouse is supposed to be as strong as you, if not stronger?”
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The woman chuckled again, moving her head around in circles. When she stopped, she looked dead at me again. “You catch on quickly.”
“And now comes the side deal you have, also known as the part of what you will give if I take the bait.”
The woman chuckled again. “And I can probably guess you know what I will give you if you do get off the case.”
“Letting me and my loved ones live when you change the world,” I suggested.
Again, she chuckled, “I love having you on my trail. I want to know how your mind thinks when it comes to cases. You are half right, you will live. However, I will be your loyal wife and mess you up in a good way.” She seamed to close the distance between us at a slow pace.
“I’ll pass on that. You aren’t my type.” The woman chuckled again.
“That can be easily fixed,” the woman replied as she changed her form to look like Alice, however, she wore a long brown sun-dress. I took a step backwards, trying to keep my mind from forgetting that this woman who now looked like Alice was in fact the villain behind this, or a puppet of the villain. “I know that you want to be with her but you refuse to let her become a part of your personnel life due to the fact she isn’t strong enough to fend for herself. I, however,” she was closing the distance at a faster rate now, my body failed to move backwards as she came within a few inches of my face. “I can take her form, memories, everything you like about her and add in my back bone. You can even call me by her name.” She was whispering now, it seamed she was trying to be seductive but it was failing. However, I was having a horrible time stepping away from her. “You can touch me and love me as if I was her and I will do as you wish.” She started to lean in to kiss me, my mind clicked something deep inside me and I had free control again.
“You want to do as I wish,” my right arm charged up and I thrusted it like a dagger through the middle section of her chest, “then go die alone.” Her eyes widened and her face showed horror now. I cracked a small grin, thinking I had killed the one responsible for all of the problems this case had given me. She stumbled backwards, a hole in her chest blood red. I lowered my arm back down and watched, wanting to see the last few moments of her life. “You somehow come back and come after Alice; I will do this all over again.”
The woman stopped dead in her tracks and brought her hands up to the wound. I saw a small light behind the hands and then saw the results of it. When she lowered them, the hole and part of the dress was fixed as if I had never thrusted my hand through her. Even the blood was gone. “This is why you are perfect. You test me and even tell me what is to come if I fail. You should forget about being with that human. I can give you a lot more then just love.”
“Anything you can give me is poison to me.”
“What of eternal life with eternal love?”
“A curse in which I would turn down in a heart beat.” The woman’s face turned into a scowl and I could see her wanting to kill me.
“Maybe I should give you more reason to accept my offer.” I felt a small pulse in my body, and then, horror struck me like the dagger I used. I feel to my knees and held my head with my hands, seeing and hearing the murders that had happened. The mother being brutally ripped apart by dog demons and the monster laughing and enjoying it. I then saw her go up stairs and then sending some more monsters to the girl who was in my shop sometime ago. I felt like crying and killing myself, wanting the horror to end. However, I cracked a smile when I saw she couldn’t send those monsters after the artist. “If you want this to end, accept the deal and wait for me at your bed. I promise to be at your side and show you what you have been missing by twilight. I slowly looked up and saw the monster walking down the stairs, something told me to attack her again.
I understood why she didn’t kill the artist better now, if she had, she would have no leads as to gain this immortal life and power that was obviously her goal. I slowly got up, my body feeling heavy from the horrors. I slowly walked over to the wall of railing the blocked me from falling over onto the stairs and saw her at the foot of the stairs. I was about to holler something when those feathers blinded me and returned my vision to see the monster, standing between the stairs and the front door way, and the four people from earlier standing in front of her. My vision seamed to zone out for a quick second, like a clip was skipped from a film reel, and then saw all four of them murdered like the people of this home.
“This is their fate if you continue on with this case.” The monster was looking at me. “Just go home and I promise to be at your side and do as you wish when I am done. I am told I make a meal fit for a king and that I would be a lovely addition to any family.” I felt my arm charge up again, the energy burning hotter then ever before and I could hear a roar from it, a roar that screamed for blood.
“As a monster,” I hollered as I jumped over the stairs and landed on the ground without losing balance, “you are nothing but sick and will pay for the innocents you have killed.” I charged at her, my right arm reared up behind me, ready to thrust through the woman. When I got past the bodies, I heard her saw, “Damn it.” I then swung my fist forward at the woman, expecting to kill her. However, I found myself pinned down on the ground with Sarah on top of me.
“Kai, Kai,” she hollered at me, “get a hold of yourself and come back to reality.” I could now feel my heart beating faster then I have ever felt before and I sat up as if someone pushed a button to do so. Sarah quickly held onto me and whispered, “Everything is alright. No monsters here or anything.”
“What was that place,” I found myself whispering as I held onto Sarah. I could hear her heartbeat as well now. She looked down at me as I looked up at her and saw worriment in her eyes. What the hell was that place and why had I been sent there? Was it all real or just my imagination at work? What was going on here?..."
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Good. Who's Isabel, BTW?
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Alice's grandmother
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Ah...
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Well, I have hit a bit of a wall, may be a while until then. I am going to have fun.
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(It will take some time to get chapters posted from time to time because of a few things but I will get them written as fast as possible and posted. Also, I am going to get flamed for the turn I am using in this book.)
Chapter 6
“…Things just got complicated for me. I decided to take that warning as a sign of how far this monster was from succeeding in its goal. The person said if I backed off of the case now, she would appear to me tonight. So, she may have found the stone already and is now looking for the spear. So, I had to decide what my next move was. Depending on odds, it would be best to forget about the stone and get the spear. If I get the spear before the monster does, I would be able to fight the monster and maybe win as long as there is no wraith around. However, it would be putting possible two innocent people on the line and therefore endangering two more lives then needed to catch the monster. So, after debating it, Sarah and I came up with a plan. She would go secure the two people and put them in some protection program the government had. I would go find the spear and I knew of only one location in town that clamed to have the spear. However, it was a claim that couldn’t be verified. Also, because of this split, Sarah forced me to keep a cell phone on me. I hated these things but they did have useful moments. So, with this, I decided to consult the museum in the center area of town, going into the heart of the black spires. However, I wish things were going better then this.
So, with me at the museum and using my authority to look at the spear, I found out that the spear was fake. However, it was really convincing. First off, the spear was old, however, it was almost impossible to spot that it was from maybe two hundred years ago. I didn’t tell the curator that it wasn’t the spear, I choose to keep that a secret so if the monster came after it, I could get the drop on them. Now I had a problem, if the monster got the stone, chances are I would have to fight using my weapon and I was still drained from the first use.
With this intelligence in hand, I choose to call Sarah with a status report, noticing it somehow was close to seven in the afternoon. The small black devise rang in my ear for a few seconds and then, “Hello?” It was Sarah and I could hear some background noise that sounded oddly familiar to me.
“Kai speaking,” I stated as I watched the traffic go by the building.
“Nice to hear from you,” Sarah replied as I heard a fire alarm go off, “damn it girl, are you burning something?”
“I take it you are back home with a friend of yours,” I stated as I felt a small cold chill go down my back.
“I’m at your place right now, hold on for a second.” I think she pressed her hand to the phone but didn’t realize I could still hear the conversation. “It’s Kai. You want to talk to him? Okay.” I had a faint idea it was Alice but something also made me doubt my thought.
“When are you coming home,” the voice of Alice asked. I slightly chuckled a bit, making it sound like I was glad to hear her voice.
“Soon. I just have a loose end to deal with here and then I will be home,” I think my voice rose a bit in excitement.
“That’s good. I got home a bit ago and came over to say hey to you.”
“Sounds like you are doing a lot more then just saying hey from what I have heard.”
“Yeah, I decided to make dinner because Sarah said you had something you wanted to tell me when you got back,” her voice seamed to heighten as well. I sighed happily, knowing that Sarah was pushing things to much. “So, because we will be together for a bit, I just thought you would like to eat some of my cooking. Although, I may have ruined it.”
“I doubt you ruined it because your cooking always taste better then mine no matter what.” I may have been sugarcoating it but in my mind it was true. “By the way, I don’t know how long it may take me so I may be late coming home.”
“I’ll stay up for you,” Alice quickly told me. I chuckled some at this.
“Chances are I find you fast asleep in front of a television and a late night talk show is on.”
“Look, I promise not to fall asleep if you promise to come home without any scratches.” I wanted to tell her I may be coming home with more then just scratches but I didn’t want to worry her.
“Okay, I promise.”
“Good,” Alice said cheerfully excited, “by the way, what is it you want to talk about to me?”
“It’s something a bit personnel and I would probably be better off telling you in person.”
“I understand, I’ll just wait up for you.” I was about to say something else when I heard a scream behind me. It sounded like a security guard followed by gunshots. “Kai, what is that I am hearing,” her voice had the tone of concern when she asked that.
“My lose end is here,” I quickly hung the phone up and slid it into my pants pocket. I then rushed around a white wall and heard my feet patter along the wood tile floor. I slammed myself against a wall and quickly drew out the police handgun. I chambered a round, turned the safety off, and peaked around the corner. I saw the monster standing in front of a security guard and her hand was extended out to him. I was about to turn around the corner and fire at her when I heard a growling sound coming from behind me. I turned around and saw an ugly monster with fire dripping from its mouth. It looked many times bigger then a normal dog and the skin was fire scorched black. I knew off the bat that it was a hellhound and it also explained this mysterious dog thing that has popped up a few times. It also was the same monster which was told to kill that family. I brought my weapon around as it jumped at me; instincts told me to shoot when I had a clear shot. I couldn’t get the gun up to bear and was knocked down on the ground. I could feel my heart pumping like crazy and an odd feeling of death came into mind.
As the hellhound snapped at my face, I was barely able to hold it back with my right arm. I knew I had to think of something and it came to mind of pulling out my Webley with my left hand. I quickly reached for it, pulling the hammer back as I pulled it out, and aimed it at the hellhound. I pushed the muzzle of the gun into the neck of the monster and pulled the trigger. It yelped loudly and painfully. I wanted to regret shooting the hellhound because it was a dog that was only trained to do what it was told to do. It couldn’t tell the difference between what society considered right and wrong.
As the body went limp and fell on top, I could hear the same laugh of before and knew that the monster knew I was here. I quickly tossed the body off of me and got onto my feet, the laughing still continuing. “Is that all you do,” I asked as I saw her standing a few feet from me. She had a big smile on her face and a hand behind her back which told me she had the spear in hand.
“Couldn’t wait for me to come to you,” she asked as she crossed her legs, “I didn’t realize I was your type.”
I chuckled then replied, “You are not my type. My type has glasses and is a bit more innocent.”
“I could pull off the glasses,” she quickly replied.
“How about the innocent bit,” I asked as soon as she ended her statement.
She looked a bit dumbfounded and then chuckled again. “I could easily pull it off,” she replied as she slowly walked up to me. She had a small smile on her face and now I noticed she had on small framed glasses. When she came closer then a foot from my face, I quickly brought up my Webley and aimed at her head. Her eyes widened when she saw this and I pulled the trigger three times. Three consecutive loud bangs could be heard as she jumped back. Her eyes closed when she landed firmly on her feet and I had the gun pointed at her. I had two shots left in the gun before I would be forced to reload the Webley. Her face lost the smile quickly and it looked to have a small scowl on it. “I came to you with open arms and promises of love,” her tone sounded to be filled with hellfire and was ready to become a hellhound herself, “and yet you have to disrespect me and choose to fight me.”
“Do you really blame me,” I asked with a smirk on my face and a tone of cockiness’ apparent, “you did threaten a lot of people I know including someone I love.”
“Nether of you have confessed, have you,” she asked as she opened her eyes up. A fire was obvious in her eyes and I knew she was out for blood now.
“Let me deal with you here and now and I will be able to confess to her soon.”
She chuckled at that statement and saw she brought out the spear into view. “You should be more perceptive of what is going on around you.”
“Care to elaborate on that,” I asked as I noticed cockiness in her tone now as well.
“My wraith is on her way with a small force of hellhounds to your home now as we speak. She has been ordered to capture your friends and bring them to me for a ceremony if you are not there.” I felt my face turn into a scowl and knew I wanted to kill her. I had to remain patient in this matter. “I can see you want to kill me and I wouldn’t blame you.”
“You are here because you have that red stone and want to combine it with the spear and become the master of your destiny. I kill you, get the red stone, combine it with the spear, and I can get rid of your small force with no one I know being endangered.”
She chuckled again. “In a way, you could call this the final fight. Winner takes all and then some.”
“Then what are we waiting for,” I replied as I slowly pulled the trigger of the Webley.
“I was going to ask you the same question,” two black shadows appear on both sides of her and out came hellhounds. I quickly aimed at one and fired the gun. I then cycled my aim at the other one as it jumped at me. I raised my aim above my last aim and fired the last round of the gun. With both hounds out of their misery and slavery, I was getting ready to aim the other handgun at the monster when a spear came flying at me. I sidestepped to the right and saw the tip pierce a pillar farther away from me. I then turned back at the monster and fired a few rounds.
I saw her side step between each shot as if multiplying then dividing from one to four and vice versa. I continued to fire at her, she moved closer and closer with each side step until I heard the clicking sound from the pistol saying I had no more rounds. I swore under my breath as I saw the right arm glow red and started to swing at me. I stepped back each time the arm swung at me, only inches from the red glow and my chest. I had a feeling that it was a type of blade with that glow but I had to make sure I didn’t get hit by it. “Afraid of something,” she asked me as I saw a moment that could may be useful.
“Speaking of fear is not a good sign of yourself either,” I replied as I ducked under an attack and swung my right fist up at her. She quickly skidded backwards, I saw small sparks fly from her feet.
“I should have known that you would fight to the end and without restraint.” I smirked a bit and noticed that the spear was missing. I then realized the first spear thrown was the one she got and must have realized it was a fake.
“I take it you don’t like fighting with only one weapon, huh?” I stood up and did a quick check of the fight. Before I could do a full check of the fight, I noticed a sharp pain through my body. I blinked quickly and saw the monster face to face with myself. I made a quick glance downward and saw her hand thrusted through my stomach.
“Can you take a hit like this,” she asked me as she chuckled with what I guessed was her victory. I cracked a smile and knew I was done for if I didn’t do something fast. “What is there to be smiling about,” she asked quickly as the scowl and anger returned to her face. I felt my arm charge up with the blue energy and then I quickly thrusted it through her chest like in the message. However, this time, I felt something in my hand and it was as hard as a rock. However, it also beat like a heart. “Damn it,” she whispered as I used the last of the energy I had and closed my hand into a fist.
“I am Kai Gracen Macabre, as a detective the fight to protect a fine line, you are hereby charged and arrested of several accounts of murder. Due to current circumstances, you cannot face court and for my murder, you are herby killed in the name of justice.” As I felt my hand close completely, the stone shattered and the monster started to scream like one of the hellhounds I had killed. It then disappeared into oblivion and I feel onto the ground, blacking out to my impending doom. I then …”
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Chapter 7
“…I quickly sat up in my bed; pain struck me as fast as the sweat did. I could feel a cool breeze blow by me. When I got over the initial shock of being alive, I checked the source of the pain and found out I had bandages around my stomach. They had little dots of blood dried on, no larger then a pen prick. I then did a quick look around the room and saw I was back in my normal room. I wanted to say a few choice words but something told me not to.
Was that all a dream or something else? I wanted to know and I knew the only way to find out is to get out of my bed. I quickly jumped out and headed over to my closet. I placed on my normal attire, just like in those odd events of earlier. I then went over to my door and quickly opened it. I saw my normal home however the door to Alice’s room was clearly open. Inside, I could see shelves with items on it. I wanted to say something when I heard a, “You should still be in bed after that nasty little fight you had.” I looked over at my couch and saw Sarah sitting there. However, she looked different then in what ever you would call it. She still had the black hair but she now had a dark complexion and chose to wear a green suit and red eyes. Also, my mind seamed to go a little south or something because I noticed she was a little round in the chest area.
“I was in a fight,” I asked in a dumbfounded tone.
“One that people said you should have died from.” She sighed and then stood up. “You used that hand of yours twice within two days and were impaled by a spear. I even doubted you would live through it.”
“I take it I should thank you for saving me then and taking care of my wounds, huh?”
“You already told me how you would pay me back and I am holding you to it.” She quickly walked over to me and placed her left hand on my right shoulder.
“I did,” I asked with the same tone again.
“You did and I am working on it for you,” she had an evil looking smile on her face that told me that I should run to the hills.
“Mind if I ask you what I promised for saving me,” I should have run.
“You would date someone for once instead of being reclusive.” I knew I sighed and for some odd reason, I had a feeling that what I had was a dream. “No sighing Kai, you agreed to this if you lived through that wound and you have pulled through.”
“I understand,” I replied solemnly and then headed over to the kitchen. When I got in front of the fridge, I felt a pair of warm arms wrap themselves around me and pull me to a friendly chest.
“I understand that you don’t want to date because of Alice. She meant a lot to you and for her to trample over your heart was one of the worst things anyone could do to you.” I brought my hands up and held onto Sarah’s arms. I wanted to say so many things and ask so many questions but for some odd reason, I had the answer to them. I remembered my life now and what had happened.
Alice, the person I thought I loved, cheated on me before I had much of a chance and had to ask Sarah to help me with breaking it off with her. Isabel broke contact with me because I asked her to when I broke off with Alice. The monster I was fighting was a homunculus a few days ago and I am guessing it replayed through my mind while I was out but it mixed the case with memories locked away in my mind.
“We have case work to do and you need to eat something.” Sarah rested her head on my shoulder.
“Always work with me, huh,” I stated as I realized the pain had subsided and hopefully for good. “Is there anything that will make it interesting?”
“Come back from the case and you get to go on a date with a cute girl.”
“Do I know who they are?”
“Maybe, but it was someone that you may have only noticed in your shop.” I looked over at Sarah and saw her smile. It was different this time; it told me that she was happy I was still alive. “You still have me to help you no matter what.”
Before I fully understood it, I found myself riding in a black car with Sarah and off onto my next case. Sarah told me it was a kidnapping however it screamed paranormal to the authorities. I wish they could have submitted something that verified that claim but they didn’t and we had to take their word for it.
A kidnapping success rate drops after the first forty-eight hours. I guess I could ignore the fact the case wasn’t verified as paranormal to find someone before the chance dropped for them. When we got to the scene of the crime, I noticed we were in the northern part of town. This was also known as the rich district so I had to be careful not to bring any wrath on Sarah.
I swallowed my pride and cleared my mind of any other intrusions. On first sight, besides noticing the possible victim monetary class, this home was on the edge of the border between the rich and middle class. From the look of the home, it was a two floor building with white siding and a green lawn. I could see four windows on the second floor from the front of the house and two large windows on the bottom floor. The door was skin tan color and an obvious gold door knob could be seen.
Police and FBI were all over the place, looking for anything that could help them find the missing person. I slowly got out of the car, being aware that I could accidentally step on an important clue of some kind. When the door was opened, I looked at the ground and saw some grass that looked to have been flattened by a car tire. The size of the tire and the tread wear that was visible from the flattened grass told me the vehicle was primarily used in the city and obviously a new driver due to tire wear from using the breaks. I placed my foot on the other side of the tire tread and got out of the car. I then closed the car door and surveyed more of the area with my eyes. As Sarah went into the house, I saw tracks in the grass that lead to the backside of the house.
“Kai,” I looked up at Sarah who was at the doorway, “I’m going in to question the parents, and you do what you need to do.” I nodded my head and then looked back down at the tracks. I looked at the tracks and saw two sets. One belonged to a child and the other belonged to either a woman or a child, which was up for debate. I followed the tracks, almost as if having the two steps backwards, until I found my head coming close to the siding on the right side of the home. I noticed one set of prints were deeper and it told me someone applied a lot of energy or dug their feet into the ground or were heavy set. I was willing to scratch heavy set due to this is the only pair of tracks like this. I also noticed that the second pair of tracks was standing a few feet behind the dug in ones. Was the child set down on the ground and then followed their captors? Something wasn’t adding up but there was the possibility of luring them with a falsehood promise. I circled around the home and went through the front door.
My mind was set on finding something before I asked some questions of my own. I choose to ignore the parts of the house I was going through because they had no importance to the case at the time. When I went up the wooden stairs, I took a right into the room of where the person was kidnapped from. When I got inside, I noticed it was a child’s room but it also had the signs of a teenager. A preteen’s room, nothing like mine was but I did have a bit of a tough life, and it screamed suspicion to me. I saw a computer, a small collection of video game magazines lying about, and a slightly messy bed. Before I went forward, a hand grabbed my shoulder and a stern, “Who the hell do you think you are,” rang through my ears. I looked over my shoulder and saw someone who was built for boxing in a suit.
“I advise you let him do his job because he was requested for the job,” Sarah sternly advised as she came up from behind him. The man let go of me just as fast and I went over to the window which was surrounded by a white wall. I noticed handprints, but only bare lines that said they were there. I brought a finger tip up to on of the edges and found to my surprise that the line didn’t smear or anything. I raised an eyebrow at this and realized that it was on the outside. I looked up above the window and saw the lock, which was unlocked. To a normal person, this would have seen normal because this room was on the second but I saw outlines that told me it was constantly locked and hardly unlocked. I got the feeling this room was a prison in a manor of speaking and the person who had their hand on me not to long ago be the warden. Also, by sheer chance, I noticed an odor that smelt odd yet usual. I saw Sarah guide the man out of the room; I guess she picked up on my lack of work due to seen observations. I then did a quick check of the bed and saw two clear impressions in the bed. Someone had slept with the child and I noticed the odor was stronger here. The way the impressions were it seamed as if they had shared in a private moment. Something wasn’t adding up to me. This should have been classified as a runaway child because I saw no signs that said this child was kidnapped. The method may be used for kidnapping, but this wasn’t.
“This is slightly clear to me, this shroud is about ready to be raised on this whole ploy,” I told myself under my breath as I left the room. A small chain of events may have happened but I would need to know something else. Well, not know something but I had to assure something. When I got back down stairs, I saw Sarah with the man from earlier.
“I don’t see why you guys have to bring in a specialist to find my son if you have all of the facts that point at that whore,” the man stated as he quickly looked at Sarah.
“May I ask of who this ill seen woman is,” I asked as I stood next to Sarah.
“Some whore that has been following my son for a while and I have caught her in my home with my son,” He replied as quick as he could and with an obvious harsh tone. I could tell that this man was abusive from that quick anger and I knew he wanted to hit someone.
“I take it that you only notice her because she is doing something that you are excited about when she is around,” I stated.
“What the hell are you implying,” the man hollered at me with his hands balling up into fists.
“I am implying you are noticing that she has taken to your son over you, regardless of your charm. And I can,” I jumped back when he punched at me and Sarah was quick to get out of the way as well. When he came up for a second chance, I pulled up my right arm and sent a small charge to it. When he made contact, he hollered in pain.
“What the hell was that,” He hollered as he rolled on the ground.
“Sorry about that, I had set it to lightly shocking but it sent more bite then I expected.” I walked over to him and placed a hand on his neck. “Try anything again and the shock is worse.” He looked at me for a second and then grunted. “They asked me to come in because it was considered as paranormal. I have enough evidence to prove my theory right and now I am off to find your son.” I got up and walked through the door back to the car. Sarah quickly caught up to me and followed my side.
“I take it that you have an idea of where to go even without questioning anyone else,” Sarah asked me as I went to the passenger side of the car; careful to avoid the grass treed marks, and Sarah went to the driver side of the car.
“I have this case practically solved. I just need to get a statement from the child and his father will be arrested in no time,” I replied as I kept my theory in check.
“You think his father had him kidnapped by that girl,” Sarah asked as she unlocked the car and we got in.
“He is the reason for the child to run away and I plan to nail him hard.”
“Ran away,” Sarah mumbled, “you do have an odd mind.”
“And you are taking up time not starting the car. If we do not hurry, this case will turn into an outcry and blood will have to be spilt due to it.”
“Care to explain your theory to me,” Sarah asked as she started up the car.
“All in good time,” I replied as I noticed the man staring at me from his front door. “I need you to go to the mountains north east of the city. From there we have to…”
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Chapter 8
“…as we pulled up to the small reclusive area of the mountains north east of the city, Sarah continued to ask me questions on why I said to come here. I wanted to keep it a secret because I didn’t feel like retelling the same chain of evidence over and over. I was sure about one thing; we were close to the child. I jumped out of the car, keeping my gun in the holster as I noticed a small glint further up ahead on the mountain. The woman as I had guessed was watching us from a location and now she knew we were here. “Did you see that,” Sarah asked as I noticed she went for her gun.
“Stay your hand unless you want to blow this,” I ordered as I walked up a few steps, keeping a slow pace as to make it seam less suspicious as to why we were there.
“I don’t understand why you want me to keep my gun in its holster.” Sarah followed right behind me until I saw the glint again. “I take it that we are being watched.”
“It’s the woman who is watching us, she has taken the role of protective wife really well,” I replied as I continued upwards. I saw a small building now and the glint seamed to be coming from it. This case was now going according to plan but there was chance for it to falter. After a few more minutes, we were within spitting distance of the wooden building. It looked small and only used in rare chances. I also noticed car treads that went down the mountain but it had once circled the building. I heard floorboards squeak from inside and I stated, “Keep the gun holstered, now is not the time for it.” I looked back at Sarah and saw her place the gun back into its holster.
When I looked back at the building, I saw a girl, close to the age fourteen standing at the door in red pants and t-shirt. My theory had been going according to plan and it only needed a few more touches. The woman also had fair white skin and slightly long blonde hair. “Why are you here,” she asked as she crossed her arms.
“I am here on matters with the boy,” I replied as I raised my left hand up and pointed it at Sarah to continue the ceasefire.
“You’re not taking him back with you, not after what I went through to save him,” she stated, angered protection clear in her tone.
“Why would I take back a child if you saved him from punishment of his father,” I asked boldly, knowing this was a point in where the case could have faltered. She looked dumbstruck, yet also knowledgeable of what I meant.
“How did you come up with that,” Sarah asked me as I noticed the woman lower her head in defeat.
“How did you know,” the woman asked me as well.
“You just told me and I could see the subtle clues as clear as day.” The woman nodded her head and stepped to the side.
“Please come in, I just made some tea,” the woman offered to us. I nodded my head, lowered my hand, and walked into the building. I noticed the same smell as before and confirmed another portion of my theory to be correct. Sarah followed me and the woman followed Sarah to close the door. Once we were inside, the woman directed us to a card table with a kerosene lamp sitting on it. The windows were covered so the lamp was lit and provided a nice bit of light. “He’s asleep for the time being. He was so worried that I had to do something to calm him down.”
“You gave him that kiss,” I stated as I sat down, Sarah sat to my left and the woman across from me.
“That obvious, huh,” she asked as she quickly got up and went over to a kitchen that I could barely see. She came back with three cups of tea ready to be drunk. Little steam could be seen and it was clearly made a while ago.
“Care to fill me in,” Sarah asked me in a dumbstruck tone. “I brought my hands up and placed them on top of each other as I set my elbows on the table. I then rested my chin on top of my hands.
“She’s a Succubus turned good, in a manor of speaking,” I replied as I noticed the woman look down at her cup of tea. “Nothing to be ashamed of, what you did could be called traitorous but it isn’t. You have taken a bold step early in your life that not many could take.”
“Thank you,” she told me as she looked up at me, “I guess it is useless on explaining on what happened because you seam to know.”
“Know what,” Sarah asked me as I noticed her tone rise a bit.
“If my associate keeps up like this, one of us will have to explain,” I stated as I saw the woman look at Sarah for a quick second then back at me.
“Can I ask why you want him then,” She asked me in a tone that I now noticed was a bit timid.
“I wish to send his father away for good but I need his help and permission before I do so,” I replied.
“I would still like to know what happened here,” Sarah interjected.
“I guess I should tell her then,” the woman stated as she looked back at Sarah. “Alex and I are lovers, be it young in most eyes but I love him with the heart of an elder. I had been around him a lot and noticed he wanted to be around me more then anyone else. This kept on for an extremely long time, years even, where I noticed he would wish for me to be around all the time. His father clearly didn’t want me near Alex and I always tried my best to defend Alex when I could. We were in love and I decided to tell him the truth about me.” The woman stopped for a second, she seamed to be cold or emotional at the time because she was shaking. “I told him what I was and right on the spot, he kissed me. We held it for what seamed like an eternity and when he broke the connection, he told me that he cared for me no matter what. After then, I usually snuck in at night so I could hold him and we could be on types of dates. Then, I noticed the abuse get worse until the point where he was crying at night. I always held him and took care of his wounds for as long as I could. I let us progress to each stage of a relationship but when it came to one stage, he practically halted completely. I found out his father knew and he was trying to protect me. I felt like we were Romeo and Juliet but instead Romeo was in the window and Juliet watching in the garden. Then, last night, I climbed into his room when I found out his father had passed out and he asked me if we could,” she started to fumble on the word to choose.
“He asked to have sex with you,” I continued for her but then let her finished the rest of the tale.
“When he told me he wanted me to be his one and only, I accepted with love. The time we were together was incredible. However, when we both lay spent together, me holding him in my arms, he cried harder then any time. He told me he was going to stand up to his father for once. I was confused on why he was crying until he told me that he was crying because he thought he would die and that it was his last time to be with me. When I heard that, I kissed him so much we ended up at it again. And while we let the heat burn from that last time, I told him that if he wanted to, I would runaway with him to here. He cried again that time but in the name of love. When we decided what we would do, I called my mother to come get us and we both got dressed. After that, we ran away to here and my mother said she would get help so he would be protected from his father and those that were influenced by him.”
“Okay,” Sarah interjected, “, I understand now what you did but I still want to know how Kai knew where to find you,” she was looking at me now. I sighed for a second and then knew was the time to reveal my tricks.
“From the start, I noticed car tracks in the grass and based on the obvious wear and tear showed that the car had lots of wear but from breaking to much. It told me that the normal driver of the vehicle was pretty new to it.”
“How does that explain,” Sarah started to ask but I quickly interjected.
“It is only what leads to part of the conclusion,” I stated. “After seeing the car tracks, I found foot prints which obviously belonged to either two children or a woman and child. I followed them to their start and found them right under the window of the child’s room. I noticed a pair of tracks was dug into the ground. I then realized that the tracks were for both a landing and point to jump from. With these clues in mind, I went to the room of the child and found that the window was unlocked when most the time it is locked. The bed was lightly messed up and showed only the signs of what you have stated. With the tracks and the way of the room, it screamed runaway child, not what the authorities believed it was. I then noticed the faint odor that only a few trained people can smell. Add up all of these facts and it adds up to a runaway child with a teen succubus.” I took a quick breather. “Then, I had to add in the equation of motive and his father was nice enough to provide that to me right off the bat.” I looked at Sarah first, she looked dumbstruck. I then looked at the woman and saw a small smirk on her face. “I’m not as blind as most people are.”
“I guess you even know what my plan is from here,” the woman asked as I brought my hands down to the cup of tea and slowly brought it to my lips.
“You plan to go to the safe haven that is a bit of distance from here with the help of your mother when she returns, which I doubt she will return alone,” I then drank half of the tea in the cup.
“What do you mean she won’t return alone,” Sarah asked me as I set the cup down.
“The man looked really upset at me and has probably hired some muscle to follow her to here. If that does happen, which I am more then certain that it will, then I will have to press more then assault charges on him.” Sarah stood up few inches but I motioned to her to sit back down.
“What do you plan to do,” the woman asked as Sarah sat back down.
“Simple,” I replied with a small smirk, “play into the trap that is to come.”
“What,” Sarah hollered as she stood back up, almost tipping the chair over.
“In order to beat him at his own ploy, I have to face the pawns he has thrown at us. During that time, you are to take the child and the woman to a safe house and wait for my return.”
“When you mean safe house, you mean your home, right?”
“Nope, I mean, her home. I assume she will be waiting there because they spooked her and they found out where we are. They will use her vehicle to lure their targets out and then send in someone to take care of the woman while the child is taken back to his prison.”
“This is a big gamble, you know that already, right,” Sarah asked as she slowly walked over to me. “What if they get a lucky shot off and kill you?”
“You said it yourself, I used my special weapon twice within two days and was impaled on a spear, I should have died but didn’t. I have more faith in my body then you do.” Sarah had a worried look on her face and I knew she wanted to object as much as she could to my plan. “It will buy some time but I will have to depend on them bringing a vehicle to here so I can drive back to the city.”
“There is too much that can go wrong with this plan.”
“Then I best hope I have some good faith in some other source to pull this off.” I looked up at Sarah. “Promise me that you will get them to the compound when it comes down to it.”
“What if he follows me?”
“Shoot at him or hope that he has bad driving skills. It really isn’t in my hands to do anything about it. I just have to keep my end of the plan and hope for the rest.”
“What if,” Sarah started to ask but I raised my hand up to quiet her, which she did.
“You have to go now, no time to wait for revisions,” I interjected. I lowered my hand and saw that Sarah wanted to say something. She then turned around and quickly went out the same door we came threw earlier. A few minutes later, I heard a car pull up and then a car door slammed shut.
“Let’s roll out,” Sarah hollered. I got up and went over to the door as the woman went into a room deeper in the building. I saw Sarah walk up to me and then pulled out a few magazines for my police handgun.
I looked at the magazines for a quick second and then took them with a “thanks” escaping my lips. Sarah patted my shoulder with her right hand and gave me a smile.
“You still have a date after this, you know,” Sarah told me as I crack a small smile.
“Damn,” I replied sarcastically, “I thought I was in the clear.” Sarah chuckled for a quick second and then held me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her and patted her back lightly. “Don’t worry, I promise not to have my untimely date with death.” Sarah then let go of me and went back to the running car. The woman and child, dressed in orange sweat clothes, went past me and hustled to the car. I cracked a smile when I saw them get into the car and then drive away a second later. I went back inside, my smile still on my face, and headed over to the table to drink the rest of my tea.
“This may go south,” I mumbled to myself before I drank the rest of my tea. When I finished, I mumbled, “however, I plan to take some people down before I drop to my knees and beg like a whipped dog.” I placed the cup back on the table and then drew my police handgun out. I then pulled back on the top part of the gun and chambered a round. “Because this dog is no dog,” I mumbled some more, “I’m a wolf with a blade in its mouth that will cut through this ploy like a leaf that flowed down the river to test how sharp the blade was.”
Now came the part that would drive most people nuts. It was the time to wait and see what happened. I would have to hope Sarah did what I asked her to do and I would have to wait to see if I was right. This was the time to wait and plan out my attack. However, that was useless because I was unsure of how many people would come and what kind of people he employed for his plan.
I wish I could say something special happened during my unease time of peace, but nothing really did happen except me sitting against the wall near the door, waiting for the time to pass. However, the idea of a date with someone I have seen before kept my brain active as to whom it was.
When time seamed to go as slow as possible for the average person, I heard a street car pull up. The engine said it was used for driving and not for racing. I slowly stood up, my mind clear on what to do, when I heard the engine cut off and the car door slam. I did a quick peak around the corner and saw two men in black suits come out of the red car. I chuckled a bit at my theory, wondering if I was part psychic or something. I pulled out the police handgun and then rounded the corner. I pointed it at the one in the lead who didn’t see me coming for a mile at least. “Don’t go for the gun or I will blast your heads off,” I warned as I saw the second one getting ready to grab something.
“We are only here for the boy,” the one I had the gun pointed at told me; I still had an eye on the other incase of anything.
“Care to explain to me why obviously underpaid gunmen were sent here,” I replied.
“We are here on official business as investigators looking for the boy,” the second one replied.
“Anyone can claim that because there is no law here that says you need a license to be a detective,” I replied as I set my freehand to my jacket pocket. I reach in it and pulled out my badge. I then showed it to them from the distance we held and they both took a step backwards. “If this is official, who sent you,” I asked.
“FBI,” the first one replied.
“I was told they would send a specialist, not average Joe agents,” I stated. I wanted them to slip up and realize they were caught in a lie that was seen before they came into my view. I quickly placed the badge back.
“We didn’t know there was a specialist being sent,” I pulled the trigger once and blew up some dirt near the feet of the first one then quickly aiming at the second guy. I then pulled out the Webley and pulled back the hammer.
“Okay gentlemen, you have obviously been caught meddling in FBI affairs. I know who hired you and if you keep this up, I will have to arrest him before you get paid.” They looked at each other then back at me.
“So you are the real deal, huh,” the first one asked, “the FBI must be on their toes a lot lately.”
“Not really,” I stated as I lowered my guns a bit. They both looked confused at what I had said.
“You’re not FBI,” they both asked at the same time.
“I work with FBI a lot but I’m not a FBI Agent,” I replied casually. I noticed they were going for their guns and I quickly aimed at them again. “Sorry gentlemen, you are jumping the gun.” They both still looked confused. “I confess I am not part of the FBI, however, I am part of something higher then the FBI thanks to a few key events. If I had to categorize myself as someone among the government, it would have to be the ghost who works for anyone that I want to if it strikes an interest with me.”
Now their faces turned into scowls and I knew my face had a smirk on it. “Damn it, we weren’t paid enough money to deal with a person like you,” one of them stated.
“I guess he didn’t explain what you were up against,” I stated in an overlord like tone. “I can tell you this, I have been hit by worse recently, to the point of where death should have taken me, and two days later I am standing here before you.”
“He told us a cocky teen brat detective would be on this case and we were to kill you if we crossed paths with you.”
“That was inevitable. I was here long before you were and with less clues at my disposal then you have.” I wanted to continue the discussion when I noticed the second guy start to point a hidden revolver at me. I fired a round at him and killed him on the spot with the police handgun. “Your friend here made a bad call to go against a monster like me,” I placed the Webley back in its holster and aimed the handgun at the first person. “Like I said, death cannot take me so don’t think amateur tricks will stop me.”
“Bravo detective,” a new voice applauded as the two men turned into foam and disappeared into nothingness. A new person stepped out of the car and then …”
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Chapter 9
“…of all monster I have fought before, none were like this one. A monster of which used pawns yet never endangered their lives because they were never real, and looked to be able to handle his own in a fight. Yet, out of all of these things, this monster was human and was only able to do what it could do thanks to the aid of dark magic. “Bravo Detective,” the monster told me as it got out of the back of the red car, wearing an odd hat that looked a lot shorter then Uncle Sam’s hat and was wearing earth tone color pants and shirt with a dark brown trench coat. He also had a wooden cane in his right hand that looked as long as a standard blade yet he held it for some other purposes then helping him walk. His skin was clearly white yet it was tanned to give him a tint. This told me that his dark magic was that Louisiana Voodoo or something along those lines. I doubted he was here to say I was done with my case; I would call him the middle obstacle of the case. “I really must congratulate you on being able to be one step ahead of me. I picked up on the succubus’s trail yet you were able to get here before me and were able to get her away long before I could do anything.”
“You are the person he hired then,” I asked but made it sound more like an obvious statement as I lowered my guns. Something told me he was of honor and if we were to fight, he would give me clear notice before hand.
“He did and he also told me to do a few things,” he replied in that cheerful tone that held a scent of seriousness.
“Eliminate the girl, eliminate me, rough up his son a bit, then bring his son to him,” I stated.
The man chuckled again and replied, “You are good. I swear, you must be my twin or something. The suit isn’t my style but I think it shows that you mean business when it comes to your job.” He then stabbed the tip of the cane into the ground and leaned on it. “I really wish there was some other way we could have met. This world still needs men of honor and chivalry such as yourself.”
“I take it you notice some certain things about me,” I stated but was asking at the same time.
He chuckled again and then replied, “I can guess anything about you and tell that I am right based on your responses.” I found I was chuckling for a second as well. “Think I am joking?”
“I’m sorry to make it seam like I am mocking you, I am merely chuckling at the fact that you have the same talent as me and you use it just like I do but for different means.” The man then just busted in laughter and looked to have whipped a tear from his eye with a finger.
“I was right; you are of honor and respect. Care for me to make any more guesses while I am at it,” he asked me with a big smirk on his face.
“Be my guest,” I replied in the same kind of tone. For a second, his face was serious looking and then it went back to the cheerful look.
“You are of honor and respect because you have been given it and have the belief of giving it to people that deserves it. You had been in love once but she chose to be disloyal to you and you had to take the moral ground and break it off with her. Even though that was close to ages ago, you let it bother you and have made it an excuse on why you wish not to date. Even though your hormones are on a rampage, you are able to keep yourself easily in check no matter what, mainly thanks to your work, and have been able to stop your body from being with your lovely lady assistant who is FBI. You dress that way not because of a sign of respectability at the forefront but because you think it distinguishes you from other detectives. You are more like me when it comes to clothing and prefer a nice earth tone, which explains why you have wood in your home as a primary furnish. You are deadly with a weapon yet you prefer hand to hand because you have more control in that kind of fight. You also are stubborn as hell when it comes to death and choose the moral ground of living over taking your own life.” he took a quick breath. “I think that will do for the time being because if I do develop more common ground with you, it will become harder to do my job which I am gladly paid for.”
I chuckled at this, because of the accuracy of it all and knowing that someone else clearly had incredible deduction skills such as myself. “It is a shame then,” I stated as I notice as small gleam from his eyes appeared, “two great people having to fight for two different reasons.”
A mysterious blade was suddenly in my face as I pulled my handgun into position to block. I wanted to holler but the blade pulled back and slashed at me again. I jumped back and pulled out the Webley at the wielder of the blade. I fired a few rounds at them but they continued to weave back and forth between each shot. I jumped back when the blade came close again, aware a slice could spill me open. When the sounds of empty clicking came from the Webley, I holstered it and turned the handgun into the normal position to be fired.
When I pointed the gun down at the area the person was in a second ago, I somehow lost visual on them. I quickly checked to see if I could hear them. When I thought I heard something from behind, I turned around and a blade came slashing down at me. I quickly brought my gun up to block and caught the blade on the finger guard. I saw a face and started to pull the trigger when I thought I was aiming at their head. I saw blood flow but I knew they weren’t dead.
Then, time seamed to stop as I felt something cold go into my body through my shoulder. It came from the left side and when I looked, I saw the blade going in but stopping abruptly before hitting bone. Then, my vision turned red and found myself using the handle of my pistol as a weapon and started to beat on the person. When the blade finally came out, it fell to the ground and the person holding it mimicked it.
When my vision returned to the state of normalcy, I saw the man I was talking to a moment ago on the ground and blood coming from the side of his head. His cane had somehow turned into a blade and it lay next to him as well. When I holstered any weapons in my hands, I felt a small surge of pain go through my left shoulder. I brought my right hand up over it and squeezed lightly. I thought blood was flowing out like a river but realized that I was wrong. A small amount of blood had flown out but I was guessing my body was trying to repair itself by holding back the blood to the wound as much as possible. However, I was bleeding a small trickle but nothing that was life threatening in my opinion.
I was about ready to turn to the car to finish the rest of the plan when I saw the man mouth something. I heard nothing but the renewed silence of the world around me but I could understand what he was saying. “In order to pass your trials, you must change and let others into this change. You have good friends that got you this far, I can tell because a lot more in this fight happened then you saw. Don’t be afraid to cry and don’t let your darkness filled thoughts of revenge consume you anymore. Let it go and live a life of peace like I should have done. Be yourself again and live once more.” He cracked a small smile and then looked to have fallen asleep. I cracked a small smile as well, but I quickly forced it into an abnormal size smile and let a tear roll down my face. Of all people I had killed with my hands, he was the only one so far that I thought should have lived, not me.
“It’s a good day to die, huh,” I stated but also made it sound like a question. I half expected him to answer me the same way and then I said, “I guess it depends on if you are ready. Don’t worry, I won’t die yet. I got too much to deal with.” I felt some more tears fall down and then I bent down. I looked at his blade and saw it was a simple blade but reinforced with a type of metal that would cut through anything if you applied enough strength. He could have done it but he regretted what he was doing obviously and decided to let us fight and hope that fate would tell us who should live and who should die. I picked up the blade and drug it with me into the red car that awaited me. I had some more work to do and now was the time to finish it…”
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Chapter 10
“…time either slowed down or I drove faster then usual, because I found myself at the home of the Warden Father in less time then it took Sarah and myself to get to the cabin. My wound was still bad but I knew I would recover enough in time for the date. My blood flow seamed to slow down some to and I could hardly see it through my jacket. However, Sarah will find out because my wounds are obvious in their own special way.
Before I got out of the vehicle, I reloaded all of my weapons and though of a plan to fight whoever was next in line. However, I had one small problem; I could see the garage from my position and saw no vehicles inside of it. I guess the man I killed was suppose to call in or something and it became obvious he had to finish the job himself. I was thinking of what to do when I heard a car horn go off a block away. I thought about it for a quick second and then choose to drive towards the sound of the horn.
As I got close to the area, I felt my heart race as a chill went down my back. Something told me that Sarah was in for a world of trouble soon. I could see the trouble as clear as day, the Warden Father had started to turn around the corner but it took him awhile because he was pressing on the gas to much and the car stalled. I slightly pushed the gas on the car I was in and followed him. He was doing a bit over the speed limit and for some odd reason; he seamed dead set on something because he kept on making phone calls.
I was about ready to pull up and around him, slow down a bit in front of him to get him to stop, and arrest him on a few charges. However, my plan ended when a phone in the car I was in started to ring. I looked at it for a quick second and then accepted the call. “Damn it,” a voice hollered, “this lousy guy gets paid to kill someone and I come to find out that my son is heading to some compound. He said he could kill that detective easily but he has missed the deadline.” I felt like coughing but I was holding it back to avoid giving it away that someone was on the line. I could tell it was the man in front of me, v=the voice and theory matched up like an equation. “If you want something done right the first time, do it yourself.” I then coughed for a quick second and my eyes widened in horror of giving away I was on the line. “I hear you, is that detective dead yet?” I swallowed some saliva in my mouth and then placed the phone next to my ear. I had to say something but I couldn’t mimic the man. What was I suppose to do. An idea came to mind but nothing stopped the guy from calling me, so I simply hung up on him.
He looked upset in his car and I could swear he was swearing or had his music on a rap song; I was willing to go with the first idea. I then had a new idea, before the man had a chance to call me; I quickly dialed Sarah’s number and called her. I replaced the phone next to my ear and then heard the line pick up. “Hello,” Sarah stated timidly.
“Sarah, we have a problem. Where are you,” I asked quickly as I noticed the man brandish a firearm for a second. By the size of it, I would have to say it was an Uzi or some other kind of Technical Machine Pistol.
“We are on our way to the compound but we just found out someone is tailing us. We are trying to lose them but we are having trouble losing them,” Sarah exclaimed as I could hear the frustration in her voice.
“I dealt with the hitmen easily and I am now following the father. I think he is trying to find you guys.” I noticed we hit the freeway and were getting ready to head east of town. “Are you guys out of town yet?”
“We are now, but this person is still following us. I think it may be him.”
“Then I am behind him. Listen, I think he has a TMP of some kind and is getting ready to attack.”
“What is the game plan now?”
“You get them to the compound, I am going to pull a watermelon move on him and deal with him myself. This keeps up, innocent people will get hurt.”
“Roger that, if you get done before I do, call for some help and get back to your place.” I noticed the sun was still in plain view in the review mirror. “Before we hang up, how bad did the hitmen get you?”
I grunted for a second and then replied, “They stabbed me in the shoulder. The cut isn’t bad and the bleeding is a small trickle, hardly noticeable.”
“How come I think you are sugar coating the truth,” Sarah replied as I noticed the caring tone return for a second. “Just promise me you won’t get killed.”
“Wish I could but with my luck, it’s hard to tell.” I hung the phone up and then stepped on the gas. My heart continued to race but now I noticed that he was looking back at me with the gun aimed directly at me. “You have got to be kidding me,” I said under my breath as he opened fired. The glass on his windshield broke and mine started to shatter with each shot. I ducked down a bit to cover my head and found myself speeding up.
I was unsure of the speed I was at when I slammed into the rear bumper of the car but I knew I hit it hard. I then took my left hand off of the steering wheel and pulled out the Webley. I slowed down for a quick second and then sped up again, going around the car. He was now ramming the side of his car into mine and I had a hard time controlling it. When I could see him on my right, I saw the gun again and this time I was able to fire at him. I pulled off two rounds and saw him start to weave left and right. I also noticed he was trying to pick up speed. It came to my attention I could see the black car Sarah normally drove and knew what he was planning to do. “You sick son of a…” I hollered as I rammed into his car and rose my head up to see him. He looked dead at me for a second until I drove up a bit and then rammed into the top left corner of his car.
Next thing I knew, my car was flipping around and skidding for a while as the other car followed suit. I didn’t see Sarah’s car anywhere in view and now noticed that my car stopped in a ditch. The driver side ready to roll out into a deeper part. I checked myself quickly and noticed I had a minor scratch. Other then that, I was okay. When I noticed the car was on the roof, I unbuckled myself and then opened the door. Before I could get out, I had automatic gunfire at the door. I was able to pull my hand back before I heard a familiar car stop next to mine. “Damn it, Sarah,” I found myself cursing as I knew what his plan was. He didn’t care about living, only killing his son and the girl plus me if possible.
I was able to find my Webley near me and got it. I then laid low on the roof of the car and saw feet in front of the car. I could tell they belonged to a suit but it was black which meant that Warden Father. “Drop the weapon now,” I heard from my right. I made a quick glance and saw Sarah standing there, well, her feet at least.
“I’m not going to stop, not while I can end all of you in one simple strike.” I was aiming my Webley at his legs, ready to shoot. “I am going to kill my son and his whore girlfriend. Then you for trying to act higher then me, and then, and this I promise to be long and painful, kill that annoying punk detective.” I could hear Sarah’s feet slid a bit which meant she saw a sign to shot first.
“Stop now,” she hollered. The final step could be heard and I fired a round from my Webley. I saw a red line shoot out and the man fell over on his side. I saw he still had the automatic gun in his hand and something told me to get out of the vehicle now. I quickly crawled out and stood up, my gun retaking aim at the man. I saw Sarah look over at me. “You are one lucky guy to live after that.”
“I’m stubborn as hell to die,” I replied as I slowly advanced towards the man. I could see vehicles out of the corners of my eyes stopping all around us and people observing this unfolding play.
“You shot me in the leg,” he hollered as he looked at me with anger and fury in his eyes.
“You sent people after me, tried to kill my friends, tried to kill your son and his loving woman, and you are complaining about me acting as karma and shooting you in the leg,” I stated as I noticed his arm twitching a bit. I could tell I was going to have to kill him when he tried to pull the trigger, a stray bullet could kill someone around me.
“You are nothing but a punk ass detective.” Pain was clear in his voice.
“At least I have one thing that you most certainly don’t,” frustration was now clear in my voice as well.
“What would that be?”
“The honor and courage to come down after you after the hell you sent me. You see, I don’t run because when the day ends, I ask myself in my sleep if I did my job and tried to save someone. Trying is as good as succeeding because I took the chance to save and this time, I know I have saved two people from your death and possibly more.”
“Can your honor save you from this,” I heard a small click come from his gun and I fired two shots into the chest. I knew I had killed him and the cold look on my face showed I wasn’t bothered by it. When I analyzed what I did, I lowered my weapon and placed it back into my holster.
“Father,” rang through my ears. I looked back and saw the child run by me. The woman in red was right next to him. I saw the child get down on his knees and hold his late father as I walked away towards Sarah. I saw the look on Sarah’s face. She looked relieved this was over yet also saddened. I cracked a small smile.
“A lot has happened today,” I stated as I leaned against the upside down vehicle. Sarah leaned against it, placed an arm over my shoulder, and held me tightly in her side.
“I take it you are tired,” She asked as she looked down at me. I slightly looked up at her and nodded my head. “Want me to stay with you tonight. I am taking the day off tomorrow.” I nodded my head again and looked over at the two adolescents.
“It’s a good thing he found love when he did, right,” I asked but also made it sound as if I stated it.
“Yeah,” Sarah replied as she held me a bit tighter. “Just think what love can do for you when you meet Madam Right.”
“I don’t think I will find love.” I knew Sarah was about to say something like I would so I shouldn’t be so negative. I quickly looked back at her and looked her in the eyes. “I won’t find love if I let my past hold me down any longer.” Sarah looked a little shocked for a second and then cracked a big smile. She wrapped both arms around me quickly and held me for a second. She then let go of me and I watched her stare at me for a while.
“I take it that you learned a lot during your solitude in the mountains, huh?” I shock my head.
“No, I didn’t learn anything in my solitude. I had to hear the truth from someone like me in order to make it stick.” I sighed for a second and then asked, “Is it okay we go shopping tomorrow?”
Sarah looked a little surprise at what I said and then asked, “I was planning to do some shopping with my friends for clothing. Unless you want to do clothes shopping and can handle women for a day, I think it may be best to wait another day.”
“Would you be shocked if I said I was thinking of shopping for clothing that wasn’t a suit,” I asked with a small smile on my face.
“This is a big step for you,” Sarah quickly kissed my forehead and the smiled a bit more then before. “Did I get the right Kai back?”
What happened as the aftermath of these events were typed up in my case reports which I do at the end of each one. The woman and child both made it to the compound later that day and were accepted. I think wedding plans are in their future together. The Warden Father, who I still feel no remorse for, is on a cold slab in the morgue and is being processed like any other dead criminal. The man I fought on the mountain is also in the morgue and I do feel remorse for him. I had placed some money in an account for him to have a nice funeral. Some people on Sarah’s behalf assured her that they would find his friends and family for the funeral. As of for me, I have finished the touches of what I will plan to wear and an idea came to mind to finish putting my past behind me. Also, as I type this with lingering eyes over my shoulders, Sarah did stay for the night and I think she isn’t planning to stay on the couch. I’m just glad she understands that I do have my right to privacy when I ask for it.
On a final note, as I place my past behind me, I see a lot of things clearer now and know that my future seams a little brighter. I guess my work is never done in a manor of speaking…”
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Man, you write a lot.
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Yep, and this is barely the tip of the iceberg. Normally, a book would focus on one crime but it is acctualy all linked together. It came to me when i was thrown into a round robin bear pit during one of my sword practices. I call this "The case of the Red Round Robin Stone." I have a few books planned out and they all involve him without him causing a thing to get involved.
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I had a bit more fun then usual with this chapter. It gets a bit into the detectives personality and everything.
Chapter 11
“…in the middle of the night, I heard someone say “lust” in an odd familiar tone. I was unsure of what that was supposed to mean. I ignored it then and choose to rest, which I did get to for a couple of days. However, like the sun rising and setting, my work is never done. When I had rested up and done my shopping with Sarah and her friends, which would be a flip of a coin to decide if it was a good day or a bad day, I found myself sticking my nose into a case that the police were doing at the time I passed by with Sarah. From what I could see, I saw a male, probably in his forties, was completely undressed, and had a laceration along his neck and several stab wounds on his body. It looked a little gruesome to me but something told me to look into it. A though came to mind to say vampire but I would have to get a look at the throat to see if a vampire had bit him.
I felt Sarah place a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at her. She had a worried look on her face. She wasn’t wearing a suit today. Instead, she was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, a red t-shirt which was tight on her, and a pair of light gold sandals. I sighed for a second and said, “Unless they ask for my help, I won’t get involved in the case.”
Sarah cracked a small smile and then placed her hand on my back, right between the shoulder blades, and slightly pushed me along as we walked back to my home. I wondered if she thought that I wanted to get into another case because I was restless, which was true, but I had to understand that she was more then concerned for me. I had received a lot of wounds that would have killed a normal person and suffered great loss in my body’s natural energy source because of my arm. In short, I was in no shape to be taking on cases for a bit longer.
When Sarah and I came back to my place, a trace thought came to mind to move from this place and set up in a new area. It would be considered as apart of me trying to close the chapters of my past for good, I already did a wardrobe change and messed a bit with my hair. I now had some weight on the back and tied it in a tail. The clothing was now earth tone and not anything close to a suit. I now had the usual earth tone long sleeved shirt and the faded green BDU pants along with some special designed, black, shoes that would help me with my case work. I still had the gloves but I got them upgraded in a sense and they now packed a bit of a punch as one would say and were dyed jet black.
After I cooked a meal for Sarah and myself, I found her lingering around a little longer then usual. My wounds were okay and I could take care of them myself so she may have some business with me that was on her mind. When the news went off for the night and the late night talk shows started to come on, Sarah picked up the remote and turned the TV off. I looked at her for a quick moment then back at the pitch black screen which reflected us. “Kai,” Sarah asked, “why are you changing like this?”
“I’m trying to put my past behind me as much as possible,” I replied as I tilted my head to look out the windows and towards the dark spires of the night.
“I can tell that,” Sarah replied, “but you don’t seam that you want to change all that much.”
“Name something that I haven’t changed yet,” I quickly stated, feeling a cold chill go down my back. I felt some weight get placed on my body from my left side. When I looked over at Sarah, I saw her closer to me and she was leaning on me. I tried to move away but somehow ended up with her right above me.
We were a few inches away from each others faces and I could feel the heat that stayed around from our bodies. I wanted to do something to get out of the situation but I found myself being stuck between her and the sofa. I also had to exercise discipline not to look anywhere at her because… Okay, I am unsure why I shouldn’t. I just had a feeling not to. “This is what I am talking about,” Sarah then told me in a soft tone. I knew I was blushing obviously from embarrassment, but also I felt my condition kick in with my heart which makes me a bit weak in these kinds of situations.
“What are you talking about,” I asked in an equal tone as I found myself being able to look away from her.
“You are telling me you don’t feel anything from now that you want to understand,” Sarah stated but it also sounded like a question at the same time. I found my hands clenching onto the sofa and at moments closing my eyes to block out the images.
“I’m sorry I am not like your stupid average Joe but I have morals.” I was shocked to hear that from my mouth for once.
“I know you do, but you also have feelings and it’s more then obvious that they are getting the better of you.” I felt my eyes widen in a horror that I was being read on a different level then before. “Will you at least hear me out?” I slowly turned my head back to look Sarah in the eyes. “I know life has been rough on you lately and it doesn’t seam to be getting better for you. You have feelings stored inside you that are trying to come out yet you force them inside of you so they don’t get the better of you.” Sarah brought her hands down to my sides and I felt a little warmer then before. “I understand these emotions and I want to help you if I can. I have tried getting you dates and have seen the attempts fail and the effects those failures have on you. You may resist dating upon belief but I can see you are hopeful for them at a new chance to find someone to be with. If you want me to, I’ll be yours tonight and help you with these emotions until someone comes into your life.” My hands had let go of the sofa now and I found them lightly holding onto Sarah’s hands. I was unsure of what to say and so many thoughts came to mind. I was only starting to become an adult by years yet I have thrown myself into an adult lifestyle and dealt with adult problems. I pretty much gave up hope for being a child or showing emotions. Was it right for me to set aside my morals for one night because someone I care about as a friend wanted to help me feel loved even if it was for only a night?
I felt my throat become dry for a second and I swallowed whatever saliva I had. I wanted to say yes let me be with you but I also wanted to say no I can’t because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself and my morals that I have. I was about to say something when a knock on my front door could be heard. We ignored it for a moment as we held the calmness in place but the second knock broke it. “You can tell me what you want after you answer the door,” Sarah told me as I saw her sit up. I pulled my legs out from under her and quickly went to the door. I leaned against it and heard some heavy breathing.
Some of it was mine but it also sounded like a person who had been out of breath due to errands he had to run. “State identification and purpose,” I hollered through the door.
“Detective Doe with Homicide. I am looking for a Mister Macabre. I am told he works with the officials on crimes,” the voice stated. It was clearer now he was out of breath.
“I need evidence of a certain kind before I accept any case,” I hollered back. I then felt a piece of paper get pushed against my foot and looked at it. I then bent down and picked it up. I could see it was a clear slash mark and the location of it was the throat. However, something was magnified, bite marks inside the cut. I felt a small smirk spread across my face but I also remembered making a promise to Sarah about no case work for a while. However, I did say if the police involved me I would help. Oh crap, now I realized something. I said I would help, not take on the case. That means sideline duty for a bit. Damn it, I should have thought that one out a bit. “I’m sorry but I am stuck on the sidelines for a while.”
“I understand,” the detective told me, “Can you give me a bit of advice then of where to turn.” I sighed for a second and then thought about it.
“I assume the neck wound here is of a man found recently, close to his forties, and was undressed at the scene,” I stated but also made sound like a question.
“It is.” I thought about it and then looked at the wound with the picture. A bite was among the cut but I also noticed one thing. No sharp teeth marks were visible which told me a normal person did this with a vampire type fetish or something along those lines.
“Okay, you are looking for a female who is good with her hands. Check the bars in the area and see if anyone recognizes him. Also, this person is human so if you must shoot her, she will die easily.” I slid the picture back down under the door. “Also, she may have had an accomplice if you can’t find her tracks and blood splatter dripping from her mouth. Chances are this was a random victim and if this keeps up, expect a few more.”
“Thank you detective,” the man told me and then I heard him walk away. I sighed for a second and then felt a warm weight rest on my shoulders. I looked over my shoulder and saw Sarah with a small smile on her face; wrapping her arms around me.
“Thanks for keeping your promise,” she told me.
“Sarah,” I started to say.
“Oh, you came to a choice,” Sarah chuckled a bit at that. I looked down at the floor.
“I have nothing against you or anything, in fact, if I was a bit different, I would probably have just done it with you without a second thought. However, at this current moment, I am unsure of what I should be saying because I am unfamiliar at this.” I knew I sounded worthless and pathetic at that moment. However, Sarah just tightened her grip on me a bit and kissed my neck.
“It’s nice to know that you would be with me if you knew what to say and it went that way. However, I think you should at least once so you do know what to do when it comes up again in your life. I don’t want you feeling alone, or pathetic, or confused, or anything bad because of it. I just think you need to just let go of those morals for one night and embrace your feelings.”
“Would it be fair to you or anyone I did love to say I loved them truly even though we did this,” I asked in a solemn tone.
“You think sex and love are supposed to be hand in hand,” Sarah asked in an obvious concern tone.
“What if I do,” I asked.
“On one hand, you are one good soul to be with. On the other, you may get hurt one day because of that.”
“Then why do you want me to be with someone if you are afraid of that happening,” I found myself looking at Sarah for a second.
“Because you are still hurt and I want you to feel better.”
“What you want,” I asked in a bit of a rude tone. “Oh, I get it, this is about what you want to see happen. Forget about the wants of others. Just great.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Sarah was still trying to hold onto me but I was being a bit restless. “What I meant was that…” Sarah was having an obviously hard time coming up with the right words to say. I felt like I had a right to say that but also I felt sort of wrong to say it like I was. If anything, I should have been asking what she sees in me that she wants others to see. “I care about you and I want you, damn it. I can’t think of the right way to say it.”
“I’m sorry,” I found myself saying. “I shouldn’t have been rude or anything. It’s okay to say it the way you want to. I am just over reacting a bit.” Sarah chuckled again and kissed my neck again.
“It’s okay. You just didn’t want to feel used. It’s just, if you wanted to, I was offering sort of with the love of a friend instead of a lover.”
“Would I seam weak if I said yes,” I asked honestly.
“No. Not at all. If anything, it shows you are strong enough to put your past behind you. Regardless of what happens now between us, I am here for you and will always have your back in any form you need me.” I found myself looking at the floor again and then up at Sarah again.
“I am unsure of what I should say, but I do know that I am happy you are here for me.”
“I’ll let you think it over some; the offer won’t simply disappear like some coupon or something.”
“Would you be willing to stay the night here with me, regardless if we have sex or not?…”
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More fun again. This is addictive now.
Chapter 12
“…I found myself the next night with Sarah sitting next to me and she had an arm around my shoulders as we watched an old movie from the 1940’s. I was still trying to lay off the cases and she seamed to be taking a few days off like she was on vacation or something. I was tempted to ask her about it but I found myself choosing not to say a word. The idea of us together was still being mulled in my mind along with the idea of moving to a new place. I wondered what Sarah was thinking about as she sat next to me, she seamed calm and collective today which was a bit odd. However, that was coming from a person who chased after monsters.
Anyhow, when I found myself almost jumping at Sarah, I heard a knock on my front door. Both Sarah and I groaned about it at the same time. She picked up the remote and paused the movie. I went to answer the door. When I got there, I heard the panting of the same tired detective. “Detective Doe, how is that case coming along,” I asked as that would only be the most logical reason he was here.
“There has been another murder,” he replied.
“I guess you need more advise?” I was asking with depression being used to set my tone.
“This time we need you. The murder has written a message in blood and it is addressed to you.”
Hearing this had set my soul ablaze, a challenge from someone that wished to play the game of cat and mouse. Sarah showed all signs that she wanted me to solve this case, however, I think she saw the fact that if we were to have any chance of privacy, I would have to finish this case and earn the privacy. When I grabbed my gear, Sarah drove me to the crime scene and from there I began my usual routine of case solving.
The area was in the western part of the city but it was close to the spires. It was mainly a shabby town in a manor of speaking but it was also where criminals lurked. A second body lay like the first one however the addition of a message in blood was the only difference. The area around had been trampled by the police which would have made things difficult to track any footprints. When I saw the body, I asked to see the wound on the throat and it was the same as before. A clear cut and a small bite mark from human teeth inside the wound. I wanted to laugh at the fact that they needed my help to catch this woman but I guess all people have a limit of how long they can go on their own luck.
After I got a look at the area, I came to the conclusion of a theory. Due to car treads found near the scene of the body. The victim and the fake vampire murder got out with the promise of lust in the air. Lust, why is this involving that same word? Any who, when the two got out and the victim got undressed for the promised event, the woman pulled out a blade. Then, using precision as a tool, she cut the throat of her victim and he fell onto the ground. She then commenced to drink the blood of the victim and take on whatever she wanted from this. However, I think she failed in it entirely and will have a heavy price to pay in the end. I searched the area for anything that might have been a clue, an idea came to me that they came from a club and the victim was drunk.
When I came upon a track that looked fresh, I took my educated guess and figured it was a woman who had slightly small feet. With the amount of pressure in the print, I came to the conclusion that this woman was strong and dominant. However, the way the steps followed this one showed seductiveness. A cunning woman but one who will see the end of her caged freedom. When I got back to the detective, he pointed at a billboard nearby. To the average Joe of poor hinge sight, it looked like graffiti on the board. However, I saw something that was on purpose. My last name written in what looked and to be assumed blood. I chuckled a bit at this and wondered how my name got added to this fake vampire that also seamed succubus.
“Any leads detective,” Doe asked me as I saw someone go through the belongings of the victim near the ME.
“The next place we are going to is a bar but it is likely to be “The Devil’s Perch.” I saw a puzzled look on his face.
He then looked over at the scavenger dressed in officer attire and hollered, “Have you found anything?”
“Nothing much,” the man replied as he came over. “Among his possessions were a few dollars in cash, an expired driver’s license, and a match book from a place called “The Devil’s Perch.” Doe quickly looked at me and showed signs he wanted to ask how I knew but he looked to have just pushed it aside.
“I guess we follow your lead, huh,” Doe stated as I saw Sarah sigh from the corner of my eye. I quickly walked over to her.
“Something wrong,” I asked with discretion incase it was a personnel matter.
“The fact you got drug into this case is the only thing that bothers me,” Sarah replied in the same tone. I cracked a small smile and quickly kissed her cheek.
“You won’t have to fret for long. If the case goes on at the rate it is now, I will have the woman within two hours. I would promise anything on it.” When I pulled back, I saw her face blush some.
“If you don’t catch her within two hours or unharmed, you and I will have a personnel talk.”
“No dice, you are still leaving that up to me to decide.”
“Fine, then I say that you have to go on a date then if you do mess up. If you either don’t go on a date or be with someone, then I will make your life hell.” I chuckled a bit.
“My life is already hell. However, I still have to say no dice to this deal.”
“I guess you are not that confident, huh,” I could sense a tone of cockiness present.
“Fine, I accept your bet. However, if I do win, then I am allowed a grace period of one month where you don’t try to find someone to date me.”
“Deal.” Sarah pulled out a watch and I saw her press a few buttons. “Game start.” She pressed another button and saw the timer on it drop. I had to keep a mental note of the time now and I had no time to waste.
With the clue saying to go to the bar, I headed over to it. Sarah followed lightly behind me and the Detective kept with Sarah to make sure I caught this woman. I felt like I was being treated like a child as I went to the bar, Sarah following me this close. However, she did have a right to since we had a bet going…”
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"pulls up the riot shiled and places it infront of me* Okay, with all precautions considered, I have an anoncement. This stoyr you have been reading is here by scrapped and is to be rewritten into a diffrent way that will make it longer, chapter one is like 14 pages or so as of now. So, don't falme me because I thought I needed to rewrite the story. *lowers my head below the tip of the riot shield*
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May be picking the story back up again, not sure
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I really should start reading this........... Bookmarking now.
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Okay, its getting reeditted big time. I sort of remember why I quiet it last time. Soon to post the new vision of the series.