The Detectives Of London

1

"You did not just do that. Your insane."

"I am most definitely not. He deserved it."

"No! No he most definitely did not! You had no reason!"

"Eh he did. And yes I did. He was annoying me."

"So? That isn't a reason to just blatantly shoot someone under questioning!"

"It definitely is. I mean he kept blabbering about nothing."

"Oh my god. We are going to get in trouble for this Brixton!"

"Don't worry my dear Tinsely, everything is alright. We just need to put the body back into the trunk of the car and dispose of it. It will be easy I promise."

"Every time you say those words it never ends well."

"Trust me lad! We will handle this. Now open up the trunk and help me lift him in."

Alastair Jack Brixton was his name. He had a voice as smooth as velvet when he spoke. You couldn't turn your ears away. He had dirty blonde brown hair and piercing icy blue eyes that hid so much of his past he would never unveil. He was strong headed, loved to talk and argue, and was one of Londons most infamous detectives who also had a little trick up his sleeve. His partner, Oliver Tinsely. He was a timid man at times, but none the less threatening when needed. He was a very tough looking man with a soft core compared to Alastair who was a tough looking man with a cool exterior and an interior made of steel and fire.

Alastair always dressed in the best of the best tailored suits that the material that it was made from was unrecognizable amongst other colleagues. He always got compliments from fellow men and adoration from fellow women, always gushing over his looks. Tinsely was quite the ladies man himself, although he was known for striking out. His name is Oliver but I prefer to call him Tinsely because it has such a nice ring to it, doesn't it? And I sometimes go by Alastair, Jack or just Brixton. I really do not mind although I do prefer just Alastair. Only my closest of the close friends call me Jack, that is the closest friends.

See, I have a regular human name and human hair and a human body but really, I died over four hundred years ago. My soul was revived back into the same body carrying on the family name of Alastair Brixton. How is that possible you may ask? Well there is a little something called magic. Magic of which brought me together during one of the many wars England faced in its building of its self as a unified individual country. I have lived through centuries basically seen it all, and I am in a way immortal. I can die yes, but only one person known how to do so, and shall not reveal his name yet. Oh but at least you know it is a he. Back to my life story! You may think I am ghost, or some weird supernatural creature, but I am not. I am simply a immortal human who is atleast 567 years old now, but I do not age. Which is a lovely bonus might I add. Anyways, how I was put together is quite difficult.

What I remember was a mad scientist who was a war criminal at the time discovered my wounds to the point of where I died, and brought me back to life. How he did it, I do not know, but one thing I do know is that he is alive and also tried to kill me after bringing me to life. I guess a bonus of whatever magic he put into me gave me immortality and strength. Nothing like Hercules or anything like that, but just strength and regeneration of wounds.

Tinsely is the only one who knows my secret, because well he is an immortal too, and was also used a lab subject for the same scientist only I found him one hundred years later so clearly I am the older and wiser of the both of us. But he is the only one I am ever open to.

"It reaks of blood and guts in here!" Tinsely complained.

"No it does not. Hold your breath, or plug your nose. We are almost there."

"Fine."

We arrived at our destination disposing of the body in a hole I previously dug out earlier this morning in preparation for Mr. deadmans' body.

"You planned on killing him didn't you. Without telling me? Why!"

"Yes I did. I apologize Tinsely. I just knew this is exactly how you were going to take it and I did not want you worrying about it while it was happening."

"It's not a matter of worrying it's a matter of I wish I knew so I would be less shocked."

"Tinsely, by now I would think you would be used to being exposed to this kind of thing."

He thought about it a little bit then agreed with a sigh and ,"Yeah, your right."

END OF CHAPTER 1.