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Detective story

Posted by D3MON-Sl4YER - May 19th, 2009


Not done yet, but just the first part sounds awesome, and I can't wait to see the grade I get.

The pearlesque sloshing of the red mixture was a trance to look at. Bringing my eyes higher up towards the person holding the drink, surprising myself at every new curve, but I quickly threw my vision back down after two lime-green eyes pierced through me. Uncertain of what to do next, I looked back at the drink. The mixture circled the top of the glass wanting to jump over, when the wish came true, a single drop suspended in air. Staring at the morphing drop as it fell utterly slow, it suddenly came down fast and hit her white stilettos silently, and a voice became loud over the crowd.
"Awww Damn!
These are brand new!" A man standing next to her spoke up,
"It's ok. I'll get you some more."
Swinging my body around from the bar stool, I quickly rose, walking towards her, barely making a peep with my black dancing shoes, a smirk grew to fit my face. She threw her hair to the side as she stared at me with a puzzled look. I pulled a handkerchief from my right breast pocket, unraveling it and wrapping it around my hand as I slowly walked, her face lit up with a smile and her pearly whites came into view. I Kneeled down next to her newly shaven legs, the smell of peaches entangled me; I brought my hand to the red mark, wiping it away in a single flip of the wrist. I stood up and looked at her face, it became scarlet, and she quickly brought her hands to her blushing face, like a barrier to stop the emotions from spilling out. She spoke first,
"Thank you! That was so kind of you."
"I couldn't bear to see such a beautiful lady like yourself, cry over something so easily removable." Her face became an even darker shade of red, but she seemed a bit surprised at my vocabulary.
"You're so sweet!"
"Would you care for a dance?"
"Would I, of course I would."
I offered my hand out towards hers, calluses easily noticeable, but not undesired. I pulled her in close in an embrace, she gave out a sigh, and I breathed in deep. The beat, easy to follow, I hummed the tune in my head, and she placed her head on my shoulder. I brought my head on to her shoulder as well, but only to take in a whiff of her hair, it smelled of flowers, and brought back a memory of myself when I was just a child.
My mother was yelling at me as I was down by the creek, I was sitting by the water, shoes off, feet half in, and I was just plucking off petals from a daffodil. Singing a child's rhyme, "She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me..." The whole time I was thinking about the one girl in my school that mattered. Hair golden like a sunflower, skin so smooth, and the whitest teeth I had ever seen. I was a good kid, didn't get in a lot of trouble, only spoke when spoken too, and very polite. So there I was sitting at this little creek, petals falling at my feet, and rushing down the stream making an array of colors. I was crying because the other day I had asked her if she wanted to go out, but she said, "I don't go out with midgets." Everybody in the class laughed and I jumped from my seat, running for the door, and didn't stop until I was home. Nobody was home of course, mom was at work, and dad was out doing god knows what. I couldn't make it inside; just going around back sitting at the creek until someone came home. Before I got up to go inside, I wiped my eyes, combed my hair back, and walked up to the back door. Coming through the door, I walked up to the table pulling a seat for myself, and sat down. "How was your day Michael?" My mother said.
"Fine...I guess."
"Are your grades up?"
"Yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...What's with all the questions?"
"Sorry son...We just wanted to know." Dad said.
"So...what did you say your name was?" Bringing me back from my dream,
"Huh, what did you say?"
"I said, you never told me your name."
"Oh...It's Michael, Michael Dagane."
"Oooh sexy, I like it."
"And what is yours?"
"Abigail, Abigail Stone."
"Wasn't expecting it, but it suits you."
"Ha-haa! Well yours as well."
I looked deep into her eyes; shades of green circled her pupil and glistened over, and right then I knew everything was good.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." I said as I chuckled to myself.
"What? Please, tell me."
"Nothing, I swear. It's all perfect."
"It is. Isn't it?

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Rubbing my eyes, I yawned, and opened them to a ceiling fan. "It was all a dream! It couldn't be." I said to myself. I rolled over to see a mess of golden hair on the pillow, and I breathed a relieved sigh. Pulling the mess of hair off the face it laid upon, strand after strand I slowly pulled off showed eyes, nose, and mouth. I looked at her for a minute, just staring at her beautiful face, and holding in the essence. I pulled the sheets down slowly, but stopped, a note was stuck to her back, I pulled it off and read.
"This difficult task that I have done was not easy for me, nor will it be for you. You will see soon what wrath I have bestowed upon you, what unbelievable burden I have given you, and you will never understand. For I am the shadow of the night, the people will know me, and you will not!" Shock came to me, hitting me square in the face. I knew what this meant, but did not want to believe it. I read it again, unfolding the bottom of the note, it read, "THE PLUMBER"
in capital letters.


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