Deathly Life

“It is all your fault Izra.” A voice whispered in my ear. Shut up I thought. The voices was back. They haven’t been around since I was a little girl. “Did you forget about me?” It asked me with its voice. It reminded me of a dozen snakes and the noise that they make. It sounded like that mixed with the devil’s voice. It was a terrifying sound that still haunts my dreams. What are you doing here? “Marie are you okay?” I heard someone yell as the police just run down the stairs. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Memories of my past was coming up by looking at this poor naked boy, who reminded me of myself when I was kidnapped. But then everything went black.

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2. Chapter One: Marie

Ugg. I hate Mondays,” I dreadfully told my partner, and best friend.

            “I know. How come people don’t like killing people on Monday’s, but they have to kill someone on Friday right before we are done with work. I mean if you kill on Monday you save of on having to do actual paperwork for something extremely useless.” Izra, my partner in crime, complained back to me. She handed me my coffee that I made her get me from the break room. I mean we have nothing else to do but paperwork that’s not due until next Monday so why work too hard when it’s almost done.

            “How has no one ever told you that you two are drama queens? Wishing that someone would murder someone today, are you really that crazy and bored?” Felicia, a close friend, asked us.

            “But, you and Marie are ‘twins’ which means that if Marie is a drama queen so are you.” Izra fought back using a little bit of her own logic, which can be extremely confusing. I had to hold back a laugh as Izra said that, which was quite sassily.

            “Guys stop. We don’t need you starting a miniature World War 3 here. Including if it’s that stupid.” Star, the most mature, smartest, and reasonable out of all of us. She, successfully cut them both off from there ridiculous disagreement which mad them both pout like five year olds. I didn’t even bother holding back a laugh this time.

            “Shut up Marie.” Izra sternly told me, she was still pouting which made me just laugh at her.

            Still laughing, I looked over to see our torturous paperwork that was still sitting there. It was last week’s case, which was an easy one. A mom beat her twelve year old son to death in front of her 6 year old daughter. The reason for doing that, to the poor boy was because he found boys more attractive than girls. Like I know that I don’t support it but that doesn’t mean I go around and beat the poor kids to death.

            “Hey Marie.” Star loudly spoke to me.

            “What, I’m busy but what.” I responded back.

            “Do you think that I should base my story off of the last case we did or wait for a new one? I’m not complaining about anything but my publisher is getting extremely annoying about when I will be done writing this new book.” Star asked extremely politely. I don’t know why she worries about being mean, I work with trying to solve murders and I work with Izra, who can be a complete jerk on certain days.

            “The next case, I promise, will be a much better case to write about, that case you will need a lot of imagination to figure it out and even then the family thought there son was doing drugs so they had video cameras of the wife killing the son and she even admitted it.” I told her, praying to God that she took my advice and waited for the next case. The last case would be a terrible book.

            “That was just terrible of what happened to that poor boy and the little girl that watched it happened. I just hope the husband can get a good therapist for the kid.” Izra inputted see what I mean, you think she’s going to say something nice but in the end it isn’t.

            “I’m glad it was one of those cases that I really didn’t need to figure everything out because just thinking that this is a thirteen year old boy and he was brutally murdered by his mother.” Felicia shivered as she spoke about even thinking about it. I understand why though. Almost everybody here was so sad and depressed when this happened by the fact it was only a little boy who turned out to be gay and killed for it.

          “I’m glad it was one of those cases that I really didn’t need to figure everything out because just thinking that this is a thirteen year old boy and he was brutally murdered by his mother.” Felicia shivered as she spoke about even thinking about it. I understand why though. Almost everybody here was so sad and depressed when this happened by the fact it was only a little boy who turned out to be gay and killed for it.

            “Izra. Marie. You got a call its downtown on 4767 Harington Road.” Our boss, Miss Lisen, told us both since she doesn’t trust us with phones.

            “Okay, c’mon guys lets go see the dead guy.” Izra said grabbing her coat to head out to the car.

            I grabbed my coat and badge and got ready to head to the crime scene.

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            I walked into the house. It looked beautiful on the outside. It had a whole bunch of different flowers and a beautiful white fence that you can tell was freshly painted. I can’t understand why someone would be murdered here or who, but the outside appearance of something doesn’t always mean good. Actually now that I think about it most of the time everything that’s beautiful on the outside is vicious on the inside.

            The body wasn’t as beautiful as the yard. She was bleeding from her head and her stomach. Her long blonde hair was tangled all around her and looked like a zombie. Since she had been wearing a light grey dress that came up right before her knees. She was probably beautiful to many men but know she was dead.

“So, what happened?” Izra asked clearly not caring much about the victim as she is walking around.

            “Shot in the-“Felicia started but then was rudely cut of be Izra.

            “In the head. It was four times wasn’t it and she was facing the kitchen meaning she was probably going to check on something cooking or about to start cooking.” Izra finished for her. It never shocked me when she did that.

            “If you are going to answer the question that you ask me, why ask it in the first place.” Felicia asked Izra.

            “Who is she?” Star asked to Felicia.

            “She is Sarah Whitman. She is 21 years old and left New York. I think she was killed around an hour ago.” Felicia told us.

            “Fresh kill then.” Izra started, “The killer must be somewhat close or not too far away. The rest of it we can find out from the friend.” She finished seriously.

            “So who found her?” I asked to make the police stop looking at us weird since Izra revealed what just happened.

            “Her best friend came to see her and saw her dead.” Felicia said to me. I looked around the house and saw a young women crying in the corner.  I walked up with Izra so that we can look at the rest of the house to see if there is any clues or anything that might be useful before questioning the friend. Our first place to look was in her bedroom

            “Marie.” I heard Izra say to me as she pointed to a wall that we were facing. But I already saw it. Written on her wall, dripping the bloody color of crimson and it said in big bold words that was about half my size.

LUST

Was written on the wall and I looked right at Izra and by the way she was looking at me I could tell that she agreed with me. Lust plays a huge part in this murder.

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