Daughter of the Devil

Chapter 13

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Back at the office we talked about the information we gathered from Ellis. It wasn't much but the knowledge we did receive was helpful, better than knowing nothing.

"So basically this guy goes around making people do things." I asked.

"That's what it sounds like." Foggy responded.

"But he makes people think he's purple." Karen pondered.

"Maybe its a method of cover up." Foggy guessed.

"How he gets inside people's heads and make them see and do things is the real question." Karen said.

"Witchcraft!" I blurted out and then got out of my chair  and began pacing the room while chewing on my thumbnail.

"It defineltly something." Matt said.

"In order to stop him and stop this purple madness in Hell's Kitchen, we've his plan...and motive." I tried to sound like I knew what I was talking about.

"Evidence...cameras, witnesses." Karen started saying words. I only partially knew what she was talking about.

"What do you mean?" Matt asked.

"The different places that these events took place we can ask the manager or employees to tell us who all were inside the place at that time. I'm sure they keep something that could prove this."

It took us about a few hours to actually come up with a definite plan but it was a go. We would put it all in play in the morning. Later we'd all went home and I gazed out the window.
The sun was setting, the day faded into the night sky. There was a giant gleaming billboard outside the living room window that had animations of cherry blossoms falling from a tree, spelling out words in different languages. Which only brought Matt to my mind. I wanted to ask him what was it like...being blind and all. I didn't have the guts to though.

I went to sleep earlier than usual. It was about 8:30. I'd fell asleep on the couch, looking through one of Matt's old books about practicing law.

I woke up to the sound of floorboards creaking. I bolted upright with a gasp.

"Did I startle you?" It was only Matt.

"Yea, just a little. If you were someone else...I know where the knife drawer is." He chuckled. I took a deep breath and I picked up a strong metallic scent. Blood, inside the room it smelled like blood. I didn't think too much of it
On the way to the office, we stopped at a convenience store on the corner. I decided to grab us something to drink, then I saw the Coca Cola bottles.
I tried to look for our names but that only did me a little good.

We walked into the door that either Karen or Foggy left open. I sat on the edge of the desk as I pulled out the bottles of the bag.

"One for Karen, Matthew, Fred and George."

"Who are George and Fred?" Karen said as she flipped through her notepad.

"Probably some wonderful people."  I scooted everyone's bottle to them.

"I was at Josie's last night," Foggy said as he removed the cap off of his soda. "Found a potential suspect."

"Who?"

"His name was Zebidiah."

"What makes you feel he is a suspect?"

"He was dressed as that Ellis guy described and he talked funny, like an old '60s guy. But anyways I think he's targeting certain people."

"What do you mean certain people." Karen was still looking at her book.

"Well, the man he was sitting next to works with the FBI and he whispered something and that's when the guy got up and walked out. I don't know where he went but I went home, I didn't wanna be next."

"That gives us a one-up. Let's go down to Josie's and look at footage to see his face...ask anyone did they notice other stuff." Karen closed her book and looked up at Foggy.

"Guys." They stopped and faced me. "Josie's is a bar, I'm a minor. Minors inside of a bar means one thing, under age drinking. Under age drinki—."

"We get it." Matt stopped me in mid sentence.

Josie's bar was a small place in the corner, it smelled like old cigarettes and beer. The lights on the inside were dim and reflected off of the bottles that lined the wall behind the counter. This guy rammed into me as I paced the sidewalk.

"Hey watch where your going!" I sounded like a stereotypical New Yorker.

"I am sorry, young lady." He touched my arm and grinned, he had a long scar leading from the left side of his mouth to chin. I have him a twisted look because I knew exactly who he was.

"Whats your name?" I asked him worried, but I didn't show (I think).

"Zeb." He stroked his dark brown greasy hair and twitched his eyebrow. I could smell the hair gel, it had a unique scent to it.
I backed away and called for Matt. He raced out the bar and asked what's wrong. I'm sure all that came out was a bunch of colors. Then I could see Zeb as a purple man in a suit with straight short jet-black hair grinning and the scar he had was faded, then he turned and walked away smoothly.
He faced the direction Zeb continued in and inhaled strongly.

"Let's go." Karen and Foggy followed behind.

"What happened, Wren?" Karen asked  as we hurried down the street.
I continued breathing heavily; I couldn't make out the words to tell her so Matt just explained for me."

"I believe she had an encounter with Zebidiah."

"He had a scar his chin from his mouth to chin. His grin was...devilish."

We all went into Matt's apartment and I sat on the couch with a stunned look on my face.

"Wren, your gonna stay with Karen  tonight."

"Yea, that's fine, real fine. Superb even!" I let out a loud nervous chuckled.
Everyone stood with their hands in their pockets. Matt had his hands on his head. I was only freaked out because this guy was allegedly doing witchcraft to kill police officers...I think.

"We have to find out his motive." I muttered.

"I think we already know." Matt said and we all faced him looking puzzled. "Well dont disagree with me at once. Think about it, all the people that have been influenced or attacked was with a a law enforcer occupation, this means something."