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 Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 10:27 am
Bloody Beautiful
Summary
In the late 1920s, chief detective Maybelle Indigo had a case like no other. With five bodies spread across Boston, the case's trail was cold. It remained dead, until the case got a little shock. Now with new evidence leading to the first body, it was certain that a serial killer was on the loose.
With each day passing, the case was getting hotter and hotter, but Maybelle's lifespan was getting cut short. The trail had lead the killer on a massacre in Boston, making sure that anyone who had clues kept their mouth shut. Will detective Indigo save Boston from getting paint red or will the serial killer run amok?
Chapters
1. Dead Winter's Night
2. Jumpstart
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 10:39 am
Dead Winter's Night The city of Boston yearned for salvation, begging to be saved. I heard her scream for justice, sweet justice. Bloods of hundreds were getting painted on Boston's walls, staining its streets with murder. As detective... No, chief dectective, it was my sole duty to serve her. The city that bleeds every night, there was no resolve for my Boston.
Today was December 24th, 1921, almost time for Christmas Eve. The detective agency recieved a call about five missing people, girls to be exact. All of them were around their mid-twenties, none of them had any relations with each other. By the time I heard the details, I was already sure this would lead us to a cold trail. Everyone doubt my judgement back then, maybe because I screwed up on a lead. It seemed like the whole agency turned their back on me, letting me rot in this stink hole. Still, I was the only one in the whole joint that gave a damn about Boston, maybe it was suppose to be that way.
As we arrived to the pier, where the call had been, it was too late. The caller must've already fled the crime scene. Wait. While the other detectives were baffled, I scanned the area. Almost every single aspect of the scene was pitch perfect. The ocean's salty atmosphere and the eerie fog that was drifting over was a little too perfect.
"Maybelle!! Come over here, you have to check this out". I heard chief detective Arnold Laraway holler for me. My head jerked up, trying to get hold of reality before I drifted back into thought. Walking over, a grin appeared on my face. All I could think was 'this is it, the bodies are here, I just know it'. My gut never lies, per se. With my eyes lingering on Laraway, he pointed on the ground, and looked away with disgust. The horrible smell grabbed my nose and pulled it closer to the scent.
There it was, the body. Wait, just one body wouldn't do. Though the body held a significant to the killer. A huge gash had been embedded in her throat, it already began to form a scar. That had a clue in itself. This girl had been killed weeks before she got dumped in the middle of the pier to die, or rot.
Suddenly, the smell could no longer be contained. I sprang up, stepping back and looking at Laraway."She's been here for awhile. I guess we should head back and find out who she is". For once, I felt a slight bit intelligent. That is until Laraway smashed my bulb into bits and tiny pieces.
"Good job detective obvious, I suppose you advise us to also find the other four bodies". His sarcastic tone surely hurt my pride. I cringed and nodded, what else could I say? As the cops cars zoomed across the warehouses lined up like neat little houses, Laraway had also left. There I am, in the scene of the crime, by myself.
"Just great", I mumbled. Maybelle Indigo was no afraid of anything, or so she thought. With my bones chilling done from the Winter cold, I walked to the edge of the pier."We'll find the culprit, thats a promise".
That was seven years back, today is December 24, 1928. If it were up to me, I would had kept trying to crack it open and let the candy of justice spill. Okay, maybe I have really bad metaphors, but it doesn't matter. I'm just a little too persistent. Truth betold, this case isn't going to open up until we get a hot lead. By now, the bodies are probably worms and bones.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 5:07 pm
Jumpstart The harsh winter winds were really smacking us hard this year. Most of our prized detectives took off to spend time with their family. Who knew Christmas could be so important? Who am I kidding, I let them have some vacation time. Plus, its the only time the cases stay quiet until Spring arrives.
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