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.


3. Chapter Two: Izra

I started to walk towards the victim after seeing what was written on the wall. Lust. How can an average chick from New York, cause lust or something like this. I started to head back to the living room to see Felicia and some of her helpers moving the body to bring it back to do a much deeper check.

            “Felicia. I need you to check to see if she had sex any time soon.” I snapped at her. I hated cases like this. It did nothing but made me think I was part of cheap crime show crap. Like, how hard is it to just kill a woman because she stole money from you. But no, it has to be because she is slutting herself around or something.

             “Izra just because lust is written on the wall does not mean anything.” Marie started to try to convince me otherwise.

            “Yeah right. How many other cases do you know have people writing lust on the walls like mad men?” I snapped back at her.
            “Izra, Marie?” A police man started.

            “What!” We both yelled at him. Like what kind of idiot is he getting between Marie’s and mine argument. Isn’t it obvious that this girl probably was doing something that caused this messed up guy to write lust on the wall?

            “T-t-there is another m-murder.” He stumbled over his words. Not that I blame him Marie and I must look quite frightening.

            “Felicia. Go with Marie to the next murder at” I started looking at the police officer for the answer.

            “4618 Maurn Drive it is in the country three miles from here.” He told us with confidence, surprisingly.

            “Okay, Felicia you heard him go with Marie and Star you can go too. Also take some of these annoying police officers with you.” I ordered around. Marie, who is always unscarred from my “temper tantrums”, as she calls them, just rolled her eyes.

            “Fine but remember that you shouldn’t assume that the women is a slut. And don’t make anyone here hate you cuz’ you’re a complete jerk.” Marie said while Star and Felicia was laughing. I just rolled my eyes and walked away. As the rest of my group walk out, I walked in the kitchen where the victims friend was sitting. She was crying which was normal for someone who just lost someone.

            “I’m detective Izra and I’m going to be working on Sarah’s case. I can’t promise you that I’m going to solve the murder but I can promise that I will work my ass off to find out who did this and why.” I started with the normal, boring beginning that I say before every case.

            “Okay.” The girl sniffled after saying okay.

            “I need you to come with me for questioning so we can find out as much as we can about her before we start digging. You don’t have to come but we will prefer it so that we can solve this murder much faster.” I stated boredly. I really hate this part of the case.


            “What is your name Mrs.” I asked with as much politeness as I can. This is usually Marie’s part of the job not mine. Though we do prefer if Anya decides to make a showing about now since she is usually much nicer than both of us.

            “Lindsey.” The young women, and best friend to the victim, replied back to me.

“Does Sarah have any boyfriends that we should know about?” I asked starting off with the most basic but easiest question to ask.

            “No, that’s why she left New York was to get away from crazy ex’s.” Lindsey responded back, a little bit quickly though.

            “Okay, now do you know any of her past boyfriends that would want to kill her?” I asked with curiosity. If she was just killed by a crazy ex then that explains a little and makes this case an easy one to pit behind me.

            “No. They never figured it out and they can’t since I never call or visit, or anyone from her family, they can’t figure it out, I think.” She said sounding unsure.

            “That doesn’t mean anything and what is her job?” I asked. Please say it’s going to be something easy a basic, not weird and crazy like this case is starting to sound. I do not want a TV show like case.

            “She’s a bartender,” damn it, “and I think the bar she works at is Samol Club.” She told me.  Man, not only is she a bartender but she also works at a club. Does this case hates my guts or what?

            “Now, there is only a few questions left. Do you know why someone would write lust on her bedroom wall?” I asked. Now to the part I’m so much more interested in. The evidence questions.

            “What?” she asked. Probably didn’t understand how this could be important.

            “On her wall in her bedroom lust was written on it. We can’t tell if its blood or paint but it was dripping, so it was wet. But that’s not the problem, was she doing a speech somewhere or anything about the word lust sound familiar.” I asked her, again.

            “I only know that she was against cheating and porn but that is about it.” She answered truthfully, or I guess.

            “Well Besides the fact that it is one of the Seven Deadly Sins and it was written on her wall stats that it was extremely important to this case. And- wait was she against having sex before marriage or people being a prostitute? At all and be honest.” I asked and demanded. If this women wasn’t against any of that I think I figured out why lust was written on her wall. 

            “No, but that’s because when wee where younger she had a pin pal that was a prostitute. He was one because his parents kicked him out since he was gay and didn’t want a gay kid destroying there ‘perfect’ family” She said quite mad. I can tell I was annoying her. Probably by, indirectly, accusing one of her friends might be a prostitute and that is why she was murdered. But, come on, isn’t it at least somewhat obvious that this woman was up to no good and that is why she was murdered today.

            “Okay. Sorry for whatever I did to bug you but you can now leave.” I said, now I don’t care how much of a jerk I am, I really want this women gone and to never come back. Unless she is the murderer then she can come right on back.

            “Fine and just to tell you. You are never going to solve a murder with that type of attitude.” She huffed as she left. I watched as she walked out of the room and as she neared the elevator I thanked God.

            “You do know that you don’t always have to be a jerk, right.” A slightly deep voice behind me told me. I laughed out loud at that. As I turned around I saw Tommy. Tommy was really nothing but a figment of my imagination and also a hallucination. Since I have Schizophrenia and, I still have hallucinations, I usually saw him whenever I felt like I needed him. If he was alive a lot of girls would think that he is handsome. He had dirty blonde hair that was shaggy but always styled in some way that people in England do it. With a deep tan and electric blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. He was wearing a pair of old grey converse shoes, some faded blue jeans that was slightly baggy but not sagging, and a nice grey t-shirt with one white and one black wolf on it.

            “Yes because if I’m not then they would do nothing but walk over me by lying thinking that can get away with it. I really hate questioning people like this since it is all of the boring questions so why make it that I have to question them later about why they lied and what are they hiding. While if I just scare them into telling me the truth I save a whole lot of time.” I told him with a lopsided grin. Tommy chuckled not believing that I just said any of that probable.

            “You truly are a mystery sometimes, Izra. But then again, you are being honest. Who would want to have to get the person back and ask them questions again unless they have a feeling that they are the murderer.” Tommy said with a dazzling grin. He would more likely be a ladies man if he was real. 

            “I think the victim was murdered because she was a prostitute. And-“ I started but was rudely cut off.

            “You don’t think that this man is trying to be a copycat of Jack the Ripper, do you?” Tommy asked full of fear. I mean who wouldn’t. Jack the Ripper was an amazing serial killer but we don’t need one of those now since we have much better technology then when he was around and killing.

            “I don’t know. This one might be copying him but another one I was thinking about was that we can be talking about someone who wants to close down the bar or we can be talking about someone ten times worst, or at least in my opinion. I said, now I wasn’t smiling anymore but hoping my present idea was wrong.

            “What can be worse than any of that Izra?” Tommy cried out. Now I can tell he didn’t want me to actually tell him.

            “If they are killing because of the Seven Deadly Sins then it could be someone who knows the Bible extremely well.” I started and I heard Tommy gasp.

            “No,” he breathed out. He didn’t want to hear the truth.

            “That means it more likely would be someone who works at a church or an elder at a church, which means that it would be hard to pin much on them.” I finished looking at Tommy.

            “Izra. You better pray to God that, that it isn’t true.” Tommy looked at me with sad eyes as he began to fade away. I waved goodbye and so did he but I knew that if my gut feeling was right. Then I was doomed for this case.

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