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Lost and Found // Alexia & Dieter
Miss Malone. Of course. She was no longer Alexia, she was Miss Malone. The girl forced down any feelings evoked from seeing his face and focused on what he was saying. “Then you’re as bad at your job as everyone thinks. I’ve been home for a week and I was gone for two. Way to stay ahead of the curb.” Her words were spoken without their usual malice; she simply didn’t have it in her anymore.
She had other things to focus on now and Dieter was no longer someone she would feel for. He was… Changed. There was something acidic in the way he spoke, though it didn’t register out loud. Warning bells rung throughout her mind, but she had no idea why… So she stopped trying to figure it out. He didn’t care and nor would she.
When he pushed her hair aside, Alexia flinched. “Don’t touch me.” She ordered him with wide eyes and furrowed brows. How dare he? Irritated blue eyes squinted at him. “Right now, you’re the only one bothering me. Send a different cop to finish this job, otherwise get off my property. The care is closed. I’m home, I’m fine, and that’s it. Go away.”
"I think you're mistaken. The case is far from closed. Were you a runaway? What did you do while you were gone? Why'd you show up? And why are you acting this way toward an officer of the law? I'm only doing my job, Alexia. Would you rather I discussed this matter with your mother? If I do recall, she did have some rather...charming things to say about me the first time." The whole time he spoke, the smirk never left his lips as he stared her down. By now, Dieter would have been backing down, never one to step on toes, especially not Alexia's, unless he had a very good reason to do so.
But this was not Dieter and the dark entity inside of him could have cared less about pushing Alexia's buttons or Dieter's for that matter. Dieter had a life that he was wasting by being good and honorable, he was taking the safe, boring route and therefore didn't deserve the chances he got, or so the demon thought. "Of course it doesn't have to be like that does it? There was a time you were fond of me once, wasn't there? Wouldn't you rather just get this sorted out here and now, you and me?"
Not giving her much time at all to so much as react to what he was saying, he took a step forward and extended his hand out to her. "What do you say? Help me clear this all up and I'll be out of your hair again before you know it."
Lost and Found // Alexia & Dieter
She’d been home for about a week and nothing had really changed. Her father had shouted, hugged her, and shed a few ill-concealed tears. Her mother had pretended, for her father’s sake, to be upset, but Alexia knew better. There was a glint in the woman’s eyes… Disappointment. Alexia was supposed to stay gone.
Sorry mom, had to let you down again.
The truth was, Alexia had only come back because she had something to do, a goal to complete. She needed to find out about the town, about the history of deaths. There were so many secrets to uncover and with her nose pressed to history books, Alexia didn’t feel quite as lonely. Bentley’s ancestors became her ancestors, their life became her life. Who needed real friends when you could know people who’s life you could map out to the hour? There were no surprises when you knew everything.
It was on one of these days, as Alexia sat in one of her father’s old, ratty sweatshirts, that a knock on the door drew her out of her studies. She frowned. Who could that possibly be? Probably a salesperson. Sighing, she slouched to the door, the bottoms of her baggy sweats dragging across the pristine floor. When she opened the door, she started to tell them she wasn’t interested. Then the words got lost in her throat.
"…What?"
"What do you want?"
Dieter's eyebrows furrowed against his will as an amused smirk started to form on his lips. "What is this?" He asked, his voice still sounding so much like his own despite the fact that he was no longer in control. "Are you filing false reports now? I thought you were supposed to be missing, Miss Malone." Taking a step back, his hand went to his pocket as he pulled out the flier, carefully unfolded it, and handed it over to Alexia. "Unless you're going to tell me that this isn't you."
This strange struggle had started to occur between himself and the demon, it had occupied the same body as him and asserted it's dominance over Dieter the majority of the time. But the more Dieter seemed to struggle, the more it seemed to enjoy pushing him down, which was why Dieter was trying in vain not to care as the demon carefully flicked her hair out of her face and gave her a self-satisfied smirk. "Unless of course you were missing and you'd like to get this matter all cleared up with the Bentley Police Department right here right now so no one else bothers you about this little mess."
Lost and Found // Alexia & Dieter
Dieter felt like a stranger in his own skin, or rather he felt like he was sharing his whole body with something that was taking over him. Most of the time he wasn't sure if he was in control anymore and that took an effect on things he'd normally be doing. Checking in on Alexia took a total back seat to that so he was surprised to finally notice a missing person's report at the station for the girl. Though he was resistant to get involved in the situation because he wasn't fully himself, the parts of him that he no longer had control of wanted nothing more than to get in the middle of that mess. Folding up the missing person's report, he headed to his police car and let dispatch go he was following up on a lead in order to get out of the station without being questioned about his whereabouts for a while.
Even if he didn't know the route to her place by heart now, it wouldn't have taken all that long to track her parents down. He was expecting a little bit of fake tears from her mother, and probably an actually distressed look of her father, but that was about it. The last thing he was expecting was for Alexia to be there, and if he had even started to think about it then he probably would have fought harder against the darkness in him to not go there. A couple of knocks on the door later, Officer Utz's body relaxed as one hand went over his wrist and he waited for a reply. Muffled footsteps made him perk up slightly, but he looked more like a cop and less like himself.
Quite obviously. Hey, aren’t you a policeman? How does it feel to be a part of the most inefficient police station in all of New York state?
It feels great, thanks for asking. While you're at it, do you want to ask me what it was like to see my boss die? To be the only one who foolishly tried to help him when he was clearly dead? Would you like to pester me about the failings in that particular case or maybe you'd like to point out where I went wrong in the Florence Marsh case as well?
No. I don’t talk to people like you first. People like you talk to me first. Now stop staring at me like that. You look like you’ve shat your pants.
Well aren't you charming?
Are you always very formal?
No, definitely not.
I don’t mean grieving him. I mean, she won’t let the case go. She’s convinced something is wrong. I-I can’t handle anymore pain then we already have to deal with. Gemma isn’t going to let this go anytime soon. I may just have to do that. I really appreciate you talking to me like I’m still a normal person. And Dieter, that offer goes both ways. I’m going to try and find her, but see you soon?
Some people do that when a loved one dies. She's got to find her own way to make peace with what happened, but I'm with you on this. Her obsessing over this isn't going to help. I mean I doubt I'll help her out any by talking to her, but maybe she'll decide to open up to someone. Yeah, I'm sure we'll run into each other again soon. Have a good day, Kirby.
Hmm. Right. Well, I’m not “like that”, or anything of the kind. I’m just a poor judge of how people will react to what I decide to say.
I apologize for the misunderstanding.
It seems everyone is doing that of late. Well, my friend, I can assure you that you are not old. I would say, that facial hair of your’s does put a bit more age on you, though. [chuckles]
You're certainly right about that. But I think given everything that goes on here, zoning out every once and a while isn't a bad thing. Ah, yes, the facial hair. It's the only thing on me that makes me look over the age of 18 the majority of the time. Not that I'm exactly complaining.
It’s okay, I understand. I think I know what you mean. You just get stuck and it’s hard to break out of that. I think I’m more worried that I’m not doing enough for her. She’s not letting him go like she needs to. I don’t worry about myself. I’ve grown apt enough at being in the shadows and working at things on my own. I know my limits.
There's no timeline for everyone to follow on these things. You've got your eye on her and that's the most you can do for her right now. The rest is up to her. She could surprise you. And you could surprise yourself, everyone reacts to things differently, which means your limits could easily change. So if you ever want to talk or not talk or if you're extra worried about your sister, you can always call me.
I hope so. Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I’ve really got no one to tell anything and I’m a good listener. The only thing that remotely takes my mind off of things is painting. Thank you for not telling her. I don’t want to hurt her. Her and my dad were inseparable. I could never touch the bond those two had.
Thank you for the offer, but I think right now I'd rather not. You know how you just keep thinking about the same thing over and over you get sick of it? That's kind of where I am right now with that. I know you're just trying to help her out and I think it's natural for you to be worried about her especially after everything. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay? You're important too.
I could get you some ear plugs. Dieter, don’t say that. None of this is your fault. You’re trying and that’s more than most people are doing around here. Really, don’t put yourself down like that. I don’t think it’s going to go away, but the painting helps. Letting everything out for a while is the only the keeping me from breaking lately. I’ve got Gemma, but sometimes I think I’m the one taking care of her. Crap, don’t tell her I said that.
They'll let it be soon enough. It's not really that easy, but uh...you know nevermind about that. Do what you can to make yourself feel like you, that's the most you can do with things like this you know? I wouldn't tell her, don't worry. You've got my word on that.
I very seldom speak pointlessly.
(Getting older is dying. A gradual, deft sort.) I wasn’t planning on worrying. (Realizing that she had been rather direct earlier, she sighed,) I’m sorry if my saying that made you feel uncomfortable.
I'll make a note of that.
Good, I'm glad to hear that. But don't apologize. I can understand why some people are like that I just am not so much for that myself.
Oh, good. I was a bit worried there. Sorry about that, I’ll try not to call you kid again.
Sorry to have you worried there, sometimes I just zone out a little bit. No no you certainly can call me that. It's almost refreshing. I used to hang around this girl who used to call me old all the time so it's a good change of pace.
True, but you don’t have to listen to them. Thank you for saying that. And Dieter, I’m sure my dad is proud of you for taking care of things around here. He would have wanted someone like you to take his place. I wish we could change it too. I wish I had my dad back. I really appreciate everything.
It's kind of hard not to. You say that like I'm doing a good job of it, which I'm not for the record. And I'm not just saying that, it's the truth. I don't know that it's going to get easier or better for you, in fact I'm pretty sure that it's never fully going to go away. But you're going to get through this. And you're not alone which will help, or at least hopefully it will.
Do they matter? I don’t think half of them were nearly as close as you were with him. [Kirby looked at Dieter with sad eyes. She knew that her father’s death had most likely hit him hard as well.] Would you try? I’m struggling with this too, but Gemma was…they were always closer with each other.
I still have to see them nearly every day so somewhat. [Once again, Dieter's eyes fell to the ground as they both thought about her father.] He was a great man, Kirby. I know you don't need me to tell you anything about him, but I wish I could have changed the outcome of that day for him, for you, for your whole family. [His wish was sincere but he doubted it would be of much help to her now.] Yeah, I'll definitely try, it's the very least I can do.