Absolutley Demonic

You Can't Run

I looked over Archibald's formal papers, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. No real crimes, except for the occasional scuffle with a disorderly drunk. Like I said, he was old, but spry. Aside from that, nothing worth noting. I moved on to Elaine's papers, and found quite a shock. Elaine was quite the troublemaker, and quite a thief. She was a prostitute, as her son said. As she went to each of the men's apartments and houses, she would rob them blind of anything valuable as soon as she finished with the man. She got off easy, complaining on how she had childeren and she got no real money. How sickening. She used her childeren to get out of prison duty...

A knock at the door jostled me out of my thoughts. I was in nothing but my nightclothes, and I found that appealing enough to open the door. A man with strawberry blonde hair and freckles greeted me cheerfully.

"Hello, miss. Im Edgar C. Johnson. I was sent by Eliot." He outstretched his gloved hand, and I shook it wearily. Eliot wouldnt send someone to my quarters unless it was important...

"Ah... a reporter..?" Please be a reporter. Edgar chuckled, and shook his head. Typical.

"Anything but, miss. Im here for your help." I sighed and sat, beckoning him to sit with me. I took out my pad and pencil, ready to take notes.

"It started with the messages. Little papers here and there, telling me where to go. I thought it was a girl trying to get me somewhere with her. They would usually lead me to pointless places where I would wait for hours. But...one day I ended up in front of a house, yes I did. It was the middle of the night. I thought this was the girl's home, but that wasnt the case. I started looking through the windows. And I saw a girl, right I did. She was murdering a woman. Old woman, she was. Blood everywhere." 

He looked distraught. He was biting his lip, and doing anything he could with his hands. The poor man was telling the truth.

"The girl, she turned and stared at me. Big green eyes. Looked like she was insane, she did. She came close to the window, thought I was going to die. She broke the window and grabbed my arm. Bit it too." He rolled his sleeve, showing bruises, and a large bite mark. I cringed. Never was one for the sight of injuries like that.

"I didn't even think to call the police. I just went home, right home. When I saw the paper in the morning, I panicked. I saw the old womans face staring straight at me with the same green eyes." Edgar stood and kneeled next to me. 

"If its not any trouble, miss, I would like to help you find the heathen who did this. That poor woman didnt deserve death, not like that." He grabbed my hand and started to plead. I understood his reasoning.

"...Fine. But it's your own fault if you end up hurt. Understand?" He nodded, a faint smile showing. He thanked me and walked out my door, promising he wouldn't dissapoint me. 

I skimmed over the notes from his story. He was at the scene of the murder, while said murder was taking place. The fact that notes appeared to Edgar was strange. Did the murderer want him to see? Why him? Was there something special about Edgar that I couldnt see? 

I decided to dismiss the last question. He was an ordinary man. 

I threw my files and notes in my desk and sat on my bed. Jin offered me tea, but I refused. I didnt want the sugar. I needed alchohol this time. Opening the icebox, I pulled out the wine that Archibald bought me for my birthday. I popped it open and took a swig. It was sweet, like honey. It wasn't long before my vision grew blurry and my speech slurred. I decided I needed a walk, and pulled on some clothes suited for such a situation.

I brought the bottle with me and kept drinking as I walked. It was nearly midnight, but to me it was all a party. Everybody was laughing, and I thought I told a joke. It was too bad that they were laughing at me as I stumbled and teetered down the streets. 

Here I am, Her Majesties loyal and respected right-hand investigator, Nerissa the Drunk. 

I remember dropping the bottle somewhere, but I gave no care. I was having the time of my life, parading through the streets. 

I started to sober up at around two in the morning. I then humbly noticed that I was lost.

I wandered aimlessly through the street, hoping to recognize a landmark or a sign. I asked a hooker where I was, but she threw her cigarette at me, claiming I was "stealing her business". Finding an old, run down hotel, I rented a room and procceded to call Eliot.

"Eliot, Im lost. Got drunk and took a walk." Eliot sighed, and I could hear the exasperation in his voice.

"And what would you like me to do about it, Nerissa? I'm but only one man. I'm not going to pick you up. Go hail a cab or something." He replied angrily, and hung up the phone. As I stood there flabberghasted, I didnt notice my door creak open and a person enter. When she let out a small, echoing giggle, I turned, startled.

A small girl, about 16 years of age, glared at me. Her eyes were an intoxicating shade of green. I couldnt pull my own eyes away until I felt what she had done to me. 

My arm was bloody and swollen already. The girl's mouth was covered in blood. My blood. I felt dizzy. She was gone already, as if she dissapeared into thin air. I wanted to sleep so much. I wanted to be home and have a nice cup of tea with Edgar and Jin. That seemed like a nice plan. 

I remember leaving the hotel at some point in the morning and ending up at my apartment. I dont know how I got there. There was quite a commotion, seeing as I had been gone most of the night. Jin was considering calling the police to come find me. I had apparently made a few more drunken calls to unknown people, and said people werent too happy about it. 

Jin and Edgar were soon in my room, acting as if I were on my deathbed.  Everything felt sullen and morbid.  Eliot came soon after, and he looked striking as always. Black, wavy hair slicked back, and bright blue eyes, with small specks of green. It was a wonder how he wasn't married. I wish I could be his wife..

Wait. What? I had never felt such an attraction to Eliot before. I shook my head, clearing all thoughts. Eliot was about fifteen years older than me. He was handsome, I'll give him that, but I have never had any attraction to him in that way. He wasn't even a friend (despite my many attempts at making it happen), just a colleague.

I shifted my eyes to Edgar, and noticed something strange. His eyes were dim and glazed. He was staring straight at me. I felt faint. I sat upon my bed, gripping the sheets with amazing strength. Jin held my shoulders, as so I could stay in an upright position. 

"Miss, shall I escort Mr. Thompson to his own apartment..?" I looked over to Eliot, and saw he was passed out on a chair, twitching in what seemed like pain. I waved Jin off, and they both left. 

Edgar was still in my room, and still staring at me. I felt myself rising from my seat and walking to him. I couldnt control myself.

I kissed him quick. My body felt like it had a mind of its own. I slumped back to my bed and decided now was the time for a nice, long nap.