Note: In case you do not know I have a fictionpress account with my new story,I am still tinkering tonight on the chapter on the police station to create a new character called Marlowe (after the playwright Christopher Marlowe-I blame Legends for a character whose ancestor is him),so he is your typical cyncial detective who is pretty much a dick to Amelia,so I will introduce you to clymenstra -a rusalka who is the femme fatale,well she is pretty grey which is very fun to write and given the pagan roots-I can see Rusalkas living in murky drains which is my film noir interpretation of the legend
There he heard a knock,he scalded the coffee ”give me more clues-ah oh check the suspects-” Marlow saw a young girl with a hooded top,she barely looked at him,she packed her ear muffs and placed it on the bag “You must be Mr Marlowe-the inspector which Ma Priscilla was talking about” Marlow scratched his head on her frankness “. Amelia tried to recall how to introduce herself, “I am Amelia Alaev,I live in 57 Oak Streets,I have questions on grandfather-”,Marlowe was surpised by her frankness “Look kid,you are too young to know you know grown up thing-so bugger off-”,Amelia glimpsed on the polaroids “I need those-” Amelia could recall those wounds,the scars are deep “must be a powerful demon probably ten thousand years old and experienced” “Kid-” as Marlowe snatched the Polaroids “you cannot snoop over my things-” Amelia cannot read his anger fuelled by mugs of coffee and cigarette,Marlowe sighed intensely over Amelia’s lack of response “this is no murder mystery kid so scram-” Amelia grew more impulsive it is more than fairy tales,it was real,seeing the photographs of her grandfather in pain could give a direction,using her strength she tried to snatch away the Polaroids. “Look kid I would not let these go to the wrong hands,why are you interested in this shit by the way-” Clymenstra p>
”Alexander’s secertary she seems to be sucked the life all out of her-” Marlowe bit his cigratte harder,seems this town that he was transfewr was werider than intially briefed ‘Pick the evidence-” as he looked through the gaunt body shadows enevloped Marlowe-the smell fo smoke came through him as he heard an old song,a lady smirking “well officewre not ven your puny sense can catch me- Marlowe as he slowly examineed the inidividaul “To be dammed-” as she dragged him to the waters “sometimens the humnan play the rational-” as she took out the ciratte and lit it nthe smell of sewers engulefed him “Sometimes it was the rational mind that sprawled the darkness worse than you think of-” There she disappeared in the cold fogs.
