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#34 in MURDER-MYSTERY
After a middle aged businessman was found brutally murdered in a high-end restaurant Olivia Summers, a forensic expert working for NYPD, suspects the owner of the restaurant himself. But when the said suspect is a d...
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The emptiness was vast.
So profound. So deep. So ever-reaching.
Olivia was stuck in the limbo of nothingness, drifting as if she weighed nothing. She felt like a thought; an idea that was free of the confines of physicality yet a powerful notion that can wreak havoc in the very plane she was non-existent in.
But she wouldn't do that; she was Law. She was Justice.
Olivia held such power in the palms of her hand yet she wasn't scared. The emptiness was comforting; familiar even. It felt like returning back to Connecticut for the holidays. She felt at ease knowing that everything in this domain revolved around her physics and her reality.
She was the Mistress here.
Olivia looked around her languidly. The stars far away were closing in on her at a pace so fast across millions of light years' worth space.
Good.
It was time already.
Olivia looked down at her right palm where a blue flame danced. She instinctively knew that it was her everything. Another blood that flowed in her veins that she poured into the Cosmos one quiet night. Now it was back in her grasp; where it belonged.
The stars where closing in fast now. In a blink of her eyes the white blanketed the emptiness. The blue flame was blazing so fiercely in her palm as if it has a life of its own. Olivia smiled fondly at it and looked up expectantly.
Time haven't failed her. He was her brethren, after all. She knew that all had been forgiven the moment she joined Cosmos with him, where the purpose of their existence triumphed all ill-wills their beings held. Time was a tool she had so dearly missed after the war and it felt like getting back a piece of herself.
She watched with the glee of a child as figures formed right before her eyes on her command.
She had missed this. So very much.
A man in worn plaid shirt hurried past her, not noticing her presence. Olivia was standing in a filthy alleyway that was lined with droopy shacks that had crooked chimneys spewing thick poisonous smoke clouds into the grey skies. Pigs mucked around in the filth running down an open drain and she could hear clucking of chickens somewhere far off.
Olivia started moving slowly down the street, searching for him. A prostitute in tattered clothing was yelling at a potbellied man for the money she was promised. Little children with eyes like rats' were scurrying around; looking for a pocket to pick that would buy them a piece of bread. Soot covered, tired adolescent men were dragging themselves to work at the coal mines to try and feed their ailing families.
