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.


7. Chapter Six: Izra

            When I got back to my office, I quickly sent a message to the evidence holders to send me all of the contacts both Sarah and Jayson have on there phones. Bing! My computer made the noise and I quickly opened up my Gmail to see all of the contacts. Yes, I thought to myself, another easy case to solve. So I looked at the contacts.

Did the work for you

Lindsey Abbot Markus Adams Harry Beantly Charles C. Carlton Lucas Eaten Mary-Ann Lou Max Smith David Tennath Samuel Vans  Zachery

All of the names they have in their phones that are the same.

~Jackson <3

            I read through the names and found it quite funny how our first victim’s best friend is also on the new one too. But the most suspicious one is definitely the last one. Zachery. Who is he? Why is he important? And how come neither one of my victims have is last name? I picked up my phone and dialed in a number. I need some help with this real quick.

            “Jackson, its Detective Izra. I have an important question for you.” I told him.

            “Yes, I will go out with you. How about tonight at 6 o’clock?” He asked over the phone. I mentally face palm. How could I forget that this idiot have a crush on me, and Marie too.

            “No, I refuse to go on a date with you and what part of I don’t like you, don’t you get? What I really want is for you to tell me if Zachery is the only name on the contacts that there isn’t any last name.” I asked, or told him whoever point of view you are looking at.

            “Okay babe, and nope. Everyone else has a last name on both of their phones.” Jackson responded back knocking up the flirting knobs. Jeez this guy is unbelievably flirty.

            “Okay thanks and I’m not your babe and I never will be.” I told him the phone before I slammed my phone down. I rolled my eyes once the phone was down. I sometimes couldn’t believe the nerve of him. He could sometimes be a pervert and I was lucky he wasn’t one this time.

            “Hey Izra.” Marie said to me as she walked up behind my chair and leaned on it.

            “You are still going to talk to me even though we are competing.” I told her, shock probably was all over my face.

            “Yeah, you’re still my friend and you are stuck with me.” She told me. I laughed at her.

            “So who were you talking too?” she asked me, smirking.

            “Jackson, I needed the perverts help and I instantly regretted it.” I told her. Marie grimaced at the fact that he talked to me.

            “I’m sorry that you had to deal with him Iz that just ain’t fair.” Marie sassily replied back. I burst out laughing. Sometimes I love being best friends with Marie. Marie then starting to burst out laughing too. We were too busy laughing that we didn’t realize that someone came up from the elevator until it was too late.

            “Hey girls. If I knew you were up here I would have made myself look so much nicer.” An annoying voice known as Jackson said. Marie and I both groaned, but then I realized something was off about Marie’s. It was slightly deeper and had a more irritated sound to it. Then I realized that meant that Dani was coming out. Dani was one of Marie’s other personality.

            “What do you want, Jackson?” Dani ordered from him. Dani was extremely harsh and Jackson bugged us so much that he knew which the personality character that he could mess with. It was hard to believe that on our first case, she never existed.

            Here I’ll tell you what happened. It was a little less than a year ago. It was Marie’s and my first case. Marie was kidnapped by our suspect when he escaped from our mini prison like place. He thought if he had Dani, he could get out of going to prison. I ordered that his case was closed and that he won’t go to jail, but he fell in love with Marie. In the end he raped, beat, and anything else he can do to break her and in the end, Dani was born to protect her. Dani was tough, fearless, and heartless. She also didn’t care about a thing and it caused her to be extremely heartless. When I found her, she beat the crap out of me, so I soon figured out she had a third personality named Dani.

            “Okay Dani, sorry for saying anything to you. How ‘bout you Iz, want to go out tonight. I heard there was a rocking club out. It’s called the Samol Club.” He asked me. It soon came to me that it was the club that Sarah worked at.

            “Sure Jackson. I’ll go with you, just pick me up at 10 o’clock.” I told him with a sweet smirk. I feel like a jerk using him but I’ll get some extra work done. Marie looked at me with shock that I agreed to that.

            “You will. Well see you later Izra.” Jackson stumbled out. I giggled at his embarrassment and couldn’t wait until tonight. I get to do my true love. Finding out useful information for my job.


            I stood in front of my mirror looking at myself. I was wearing a blood red tank top with ripped black skinny jeans. I also had a little bit of make-up on. I felt and, I think, I looked like a slut. I don’t mind wearing a tank top but not when I was going out, that is more of a pajama top. I heard the doorbell go off and I grabbed my black jean jacket and head towards the door for my date.

            “Wow, you look amazing Izra.” Jackson said when I opened up the door. I looked at him and I would be lying if I said he looked terrible, he actually looked quite handsome. He was wearing a crimson skin tight muscle shirt with some nice dark blue jeans. He defiantly looked better than he normally did on a regular day.

            “You don’t look to bad yourself, Jackson.” I told him. He just smiled at me like a mad man and I couldn’t help but laugh. Oh, tonight is defiantly going to be a joyful and pleasant night.

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