Talk Disney To Me

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - The Fuzz

Mulan's P.O.V.

I was at my apartment, cleaning my blonde wig from blood.

My whole bathtub was already bloody and I didn't even reached the half of it!

Dammit, why do all club owners must be fat?

Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against fat people, but I don't like cleaning myself after killing them.

"Miss Fa, are you in here?" I heard a voice coming from my front door.
Shit, where is my gun?

"I am detective Kyle Pourke and my assistant, Eva St.Mlair is with me and we would like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

I didn't find my gun, but I grabbed my swiss knife.

I got up and reached my peephole.

I know them! I helped them that one time and long story short, they would be dead if I didn't saved them.

Which means they owe me one... Perfect.

I unlocked my front door and let them in.

I wasn't wearing my wig, so they didn't recognize me.

"Where were you yesterday at 12 a.m.?" Kyle asked me and opened his little notebook.

Eva was looking around my apartment, trying to find something.

"I was in Wonderland." I said and reached for my purse.

He looked at my purse suspiciously, raising his eyebrow.

"What? I am looking for my pack of cigarettes."

He said calmly: "You are a minor. You shouldn't smoke."

I put one cigarette on my lips and started finding a lighter.

"Oh grow up! It's not like I am going to jail because of that." Then I finally found my lighter and lit it.

"No, you are not going to jail because of that..." Eva said from my bathroom.
Shit, she is in my bathroom.

"... but because of this, you might." Then she threw my bloody wig on the floor.

Kyle smirked and said: "Can you explain that?"

I smiled, because they think that they are in advance.

Well, they think wrong!

"Why are you smiling?" Eva said with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know Helga, you tell me." I said, emphasizing her real name.

Their eyes widened and they nervously looked at each other.

"Y-you know my real name?" Helga asked with a trembling voice.

I laughed: "Of course I know! You are Lyle Terbius Rourke and you are Helga St.Clair." I said and took another smoke.

Luckily for me, they don't know my street name.
Because I would be in some deep shit.

"Alright, what's the cost of your silence?" Lyle asked and crossed his arms.

"Money?" I said while putting out my cigarette.
"How shallow villain do you think I am?" I said with a smirk.

They looked at each other like they were having an angry conversation.

"Look, I am not asking for your money, just for a little..." I started walking towards them with my 'seductive' walk.