Chapter 1
It was a gloomy morning. So gloomy that you couldn't see past your hand. Well, I guess that what I'm trying to say is that it was foggy, very foggy. So yes, most people were taken over by the sheer fogginess-again, what I was trying to say was not what I said. I mean is most people were taken aback by how very foggy it was, it was not in any way sheer, or see-through.
Anyway, it was a normal Friday morning, and Mr. Melvan hasn't even woken up. His circular circle alarm clock hasn't even gone off yet. His lovely purple apartment, was there reflecting the first crack of sunlight, on his snoring face.
*CARINGA CARINGA* Oh, there it was.
Melvan then proceeded to smack his alarm clock until it wouldn't be able to be put together again, let alone ring. He groaned. Melvan shoved his arms in his mattress at such an angle that would enable himself to lift his head.
Melvan rarely spoke a word before lunch, unless of course, he had to. Today just happened to be his lucky day, his cell phone started ringing. "Melvan, I want you to come over really fast." Melvan knew when Sylvia needed him she would call, such as this instance. "Okay, I'll be there soon...first I need to wake up." Melvan hung up, sat still and silent for a couple minutes. He sat with a blank face on his bed, staring to heaven, as if to ask "Why? This is way too early.". He sighed, and 'army-crawl'-ed over to the side of the bed. A split second after arriving to the edge, Melvan tipped, regained balance, and again, tipped, not regaining balance he fell over the bed, on the harsh cold ground.
Just as every morning, he took his pills, brushed his teeth, the whole thing.
Melvan finally got into his car, and drove, awaiting his destination. (That sounds like he has a car crash, and dies, but I assure you, he lives for now.)
Sylvia runs out with her limbs flopping around, as she sobs in anguish. "MEL, Melsie!" She cries, uncontrollably using her thick Bronx accent, as always she does. Melvan rolls his eyes, sighs and shuts the car door behind himself.
"What is it hon?" A very tired and somewhat annoyed Melvan answers. Sylvia flings herself next to Melvan. "Melsie-" She starts. Melvan who is getting very annoyed at this conversation, cuts in "What is it?!?". "Honey Bunny, I lost my favorite necklace. You know, that one that I gave myself for our 2 month anniversary?". Melvan gives a large and well-needed face-palm, "Really? Is that it?".
Sylvia looked at Melvan very condescendingly, " 'is that all?' Really toots, I was never told that I'd a have to file a report, an make a complaint. All I'm a worried about is where my necklace is! I'll call you when I have a 'good reason' to.". With a stomp, growl of discontent, and a slam of the door, Sylvia, was indoors her own house, most certainly sulking.
Melvan sighed, "I'm too tired to deal with this.". He shook his head in annoyance, and fled to the safety of his car, and the shield from conflict which he calls, 'work'.
A Little Later:
Melvan sitting at his desk, stares blankly at the nearest wall. Why is he still doing this? Most certainly, it is from lack of sleep.
Unexpectedly, a large stack of paper slaps down on his desk, in front of him. Melvan hears a voice from above. "See this? What do you make of it?" Melvan smiles, "Origami?". "That would be ten times better than what it is, but-no.". Without looking at the paper, Melvan separates his gaze from the wall, and at his colleague, 'Jeff'. "What is it?" Melvan says, looking at his friend. Jeff points at the newspaper, "See? There has been another murder, brought to you by our mysterious Mobster. The Chief wants you to do a story on it."
Melvan looks down to see the details of the deceased. "Aw, it was Cookie Cody. No wonder I don't have a cookie in my hand right now." Jeff shoved a finger to his lips "SHH!! Don't talk bad about the deceased!". "What are you talking about? I was just noticing the lack of chocolate confection in my hand. Besides, I couldn't talk bad about him if I had a cookie in my mouth!", "I'm going to pretend you just stopped talking, without that spiteful remark smelling up the air.", "I bet that Cody is getting pretty smelly..." said Melvan quietly. "Shut your mouth, fool!" Said Jeff as he took a swing at Melvan's laughing head, and walked off, to avoid further embarrassment.
