Cavaliere del Giardino Overture

Chapter 2

Blak the fly, occupation to the garden, scientist and detective. He was a tall, feminine faced fly with big green eyes, black curly hair, and torn wings, he is constantly seen sitting by the mushrooms cleaning his hands and the area around him.

The fly took two steps and sighed. "Guys, it wasn't a murder," He said turning to the two. "But it was a problem here," He lit the small light attached to the ceiling and kneeled down to the broken shelled snail. "He hit the corner of the table shattering his shell and leaving him to bleed out, but it wasn't a murder....in fact, he killed himself trying to get away from the murder. I'd need some time but," The fly pointed to a small hole in his forehead. "It seems whatever it was coming after him drilled right there," He said. "Either of you know what could've done that?"

The two shook his head. "Giants call them mosquitoes but to us," Blak began.

"....Vampires," Samantha said. Pilo looked lost as he tilted his head.

"The hell is a vampire?" He asked. "I don't uh understand?" He asked tilting his head.

"Bloodsuckers, those bugs we don't usually see, fangs, wings, You know them?" Samantha asked. Pilo narrowed his eyes. "Right, not helping, they don't leave a lot but when they do, they drink giants blood, but since Tibby hasn't been around for a bit I guess they're going after other bugs,"

Pilo nodded. "Nothing new, bugs kill bugs all the time," He said.

"But usually out of self-defense....or hunger,"

"The point is!" Blak stared at the knights. "They came after our garden, I'm pretty sure Caro and Willy don't want to lose any more bugs than we already have, Plus think if they go after the bees," Pilo looked up now as the two nodded. "I could always use a sample, know what in these things makes them tick."

"I'm tired of running errands for you!" Pilo growled out.

"Cool it," Samantha nudged him. "It'll be fun," She said. "We'll do it,"

"For some pay,"

".....How bout I pay you Pilo," he walked to him and put an arm around him. "Nothing at all, nice try asshole," He shoved him towards Samantha.

"Call a curfew," Pilo said turning around and sighing. "We'll stay up I guess and find this thing." He grabbed Samantha and flew her to the top of the rock in the middle of the garden, setting her down and grabbing his sword, the same plastic ninja toy from before. The snail had Caro's old sword. A needle and thread tied tight around her wrist.

Night had fallen fast upon the land. No more than an hour ago the sky was painted with hues of red, orange and pink, but all color had faded, leaving only a matt black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. The darkness was thick and the torched he carried in high right hand hardly lit his path allowing him to see at most an arm's reach in front of himself, and the black mesh that covered his face only made his sight worse.

Other than the darkness and himself all that seemed to exist was the chilly wind that's harsh bite could be felt through his cloak. He could feel the hairs on his arm raised and the bite of the wind had left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on his arms, but its bite was more than flesh deep. His blood ran cold through his veins and his bones were chilled. The flames of his torch may have looked as though they burned warm, but their heat did not reach his skin. He then threw the face mask to the ground and sighed.

"Samantha!? How're things on your side of the garden?" He called out. The Snail ventured deep into the garden looking around. "Sammy!" He asked.

"Nothing y-" The creaking of a door brought her attention to a hut. She gripped her blade as Pilo turned around seeing the gleam of the blade. He rushed over to the snail hut and shoot his head.

He fired a bullet hearing it bounce back and forth in the doorway. "It won't be able to leave through the door," He fired two more creating a barrier.

"When could you do that?"

"Since I fought Dallin," He said before watching it bounce. A sudden noise brought them to the window. A body collided against the glass, A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once invisible. From a perfect window to something belonging in the downtown core happens faster than the naked eye can appreciate. Then like a coil suddenly relieved of tension the new fragments fly outward until they lie still yet vicious in the failing grass.

A corpse hit the floor as Pilo aimed his fingers at the window. The woman on the floor was lifeless. Lifeless. Her auburn hair was scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood; crimson. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, but her jade irises held a sudden sadness. Her clothes, a lime green tunic, and some black capris were bloody. Samantha gripped the needle as A figure slowly stepped out of the broken glass.

White with dark spots on his skin, blood dripping down his chin, his pale blue eyes focusing on the two, his back glowing red as he grinned. His white hair braided as he licked his lips. "Oh my," he whispered. "A 3-course Dinner," he said to himself.