TL LoL Noir - Page 5

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The sun had finally set, setting down the cold cup of coffee onto his desk Sig Vowels moved towards to the door. Waving over to his partner who was methodically cleaning his old worn 9mm, he threw his coat on and stepped out the door onto the slowly dimming avenue. Catching his breath on the chill and gazing down at his broken watch he headed towards home.

It was never that simple though. The scream he hears ensures that.

Yet it was too late, he gazed upon the body of his old room mate: one Mc Milo, the aging hip-hop aficionado was nearly mangled beyond recognition. Seeing a trail of blood leading further into the alleyway he carried on not another soul in the streets. It was like those old days when Dad took him hunting. The drops of blood from an injured buck marking his prey. Moving quietly he headed towards an open door. There were no lights on and the rain covered all sound he slipped in and flicked his lighter on hoping for something to follow. There it was, hunched over and wheezing like some old demented puppy, that addict he had picked up last week - Swim was his name he recalled.

"Rough night Swim" he remarked as he carefully reached for his sidearm, and turned on the dim ceiling lamp in the room.

Whipping around to look at him; the mania deep within his eyes, a gutteral snarl was brought forth from his lips. he was holding something in front of him slowly stroking it, as if his life depended on it.

Epiphany washed over him and suddenly the animosity had lifted.

"O-o-oh...C-c-can I help you O-officer..."

Narrowed eyes tried to get a better look at the ragged man, and the object he held dear.

"Whatcha got there."

Fear returned to the addicts eyes as he turned away.

"Nothing, nothing at all" the stutter disappearing as if magic.

Stray fingers wiped off whatever had been coating the object and returned to his mouth. He went even further into a trance as if he had taken another hit of whatever he had confiscated from him the first time. It was as if he had gazed upon the meaning of his pitiful existance and saw something he did not wish to see.

"I lost the feeling"

Bringing out his gun all the way Sig finally made to end this charade.

"Turn around, hands on your head."

Swinging around all the way, a jewelled dagger that looked like it belonged in an antique shop in his hands a grin appeared.

"You will bring it back." he stated simply.

Sig pulled the trigger, bullets tearing messy holes through flesh, simply looking away he returned to the precinct to report what had transpired.

It was just another dirty day in the old city of Liquidia.