Daughter of the Devil

Chapter 11

9:58

When I woke up, Matt was in the middle of the living room, buttoning up his shirt.

"Good Morning." He said.

"Good Morning, Matt."

"Could you pass me my shades from the counter."

I got off the wall and walked towards the kitchen counter and grabbed his glasses. After he was done fixing his shirt I passed them to him.

"Thanks. Would you mind coming into the office, or would you prefer to stay here?"

"I wouldn't mind coming in with you."

"Alright, go get dressed."

10:24

As we walked to the office, I could hear the conversations of the people standing around.

Most people were talking about they're jobs or families. One particular conversation was intriguing.

The guy said ,"You serious? That doesn't sound very...real."

His friend responded "Why would I make up a purple guy, seriously I remember I walked home and next thing you know I wake up on the roof of a bar."

That's all I got to hear until the walkway was clear to cross.

When we arrived at the office a distressed young female, who was about my age was in the office.
Karen and Foggy were waiting for Matt.

"We got a new client, she claims the same thing as that one Alex kid." Foggy softly told Matt as they went into the other room with the girl.

I slammed down into the chair, took my shoes off and put my feet in the chair. You can probably assume what I did. I spun around in the chair as i waited for them to come out of the room,like a six year old not a sixteen year old.

11:07

"Ma'am you've gotta stop crying!" I hear Foggy say to the girl. I listened a little harder.
"I'm sorry,I just never wanted to hurt anybody!"

"It wasn't your fault." Matt said in attempt to calm her."

"Ok so what was the last thing you remember before this happened? Who was around you? Did you ever make anyone mad at you? Matt sounded confused...but not really. He's ready good at hiding emotions.

" I remember everything that happened.I was at my part-time job at that place on 57th. At first I saw a man in casual clothes: a blank shirt and some jeans. But when I turned around I saw a completely different person her was in purple and he...was purple."

"What happened after that?" Matt asked.

"He looked at me and whispered...something I couldnt understand. But then I stood up, its like I couldn't control what I was doing. I grabbed the glass off the table
And threw it at someone sitting down, With some force. He ran out of the door and I chased after him and he tripped.I remember grabbing his shirt and repeatively hitting him in the face."

"Did he look familiar to you?" Foggy asked.

"He looked slightly vaguely familiar. I don't know where from."

"Could you decribe him?" Foggy asked again.

"He had light brown eyes and dark brown...almost black hair. Light skin and birthmark on the side of his wrist."

"Ok, thank you. " Matt said signifying that they were done with questioning.

They stood up and walked to the door. I continued spinning in the chair and pretended like I wasn't eavesdropping on their 'session'.

"Ok, Ms. Jones, if you know anything about this guy or this happens again please be welcome and come back or call." Foggy handed her a card.

"Thank you." She said as she walked out of the door.

I stopped spinning because I got a little dizzy.

"What do you guys think is going on because that one kid ...Alex Winston came in saying the same thing. A man who was purple or whatever and they woke up in blood." Matt said.

"I don't know. Maybe we could go to the hospital and see if someone under the description checked in yesterday or today." Karen suggested.

"Yeah but they only let in family or friends." Foggy said.

"Lie." I said.

"What?" Karen asked.

"Lie and say your a friend."

"We'd need a name to pass as friend." Matt said, slowly killing my idea.

"Or you could say you need to talk to him about some legit story about a nighttime secret criminal." That just might work. If they're legit enough to believe it." Foggy said.

"Go in there with a notepad and professional clothes. Its all about the attire and the approach...I call it the A&A, there should be no reasons if how I came up with that."

"Seems Legit." Karen laughed.

"Give about a day...the word is becoming overused." I complained...but it was true and you a know it.

"So.when should we go?"

"I think now would be a good time...but you see I have no right to suggest these kinds of things you see...cause I don't work here..." My voice faded out as I scooted from the table in the chair.

"Wren I think you should come with me you could be that young intern looking for a shot at a big story." Karen said...-seemed legit-

"We all know that wouldn't work because you and I would need badges to pass as publisher at the newspaper." I sounded like a bullet shooting down birds out the sky.

"So then what do we say?" Karen asked as if it was a 'Last resort' situation.

"Leave that to me. I've watched enough Criminal Minds,How to get away with murder Law and Order, and ,NCIS to play this out."

"Why do you need to watch How to Get away with murder ?" Foggy asked as if I had no business watching that.

"I don't know Foggy, you never know when you're gonna need to hide a body."

They looked at me with a twisted eye brow look.

"Pretend I didn't say anything.