VAGUE

CHAPTER 6 (PART 2)

CHAPTER 6

-PART TWO-

What happens when a mystery detective in Town suddenly involves more crime and intrigue than even he can imagine?

The adrenaline floods to his system like it's on an intravenous drip, right into his blood at full pelt. Thinking that his heart will explode and eyes are wide, letting in every ounce of the fading light. His body wants to either run fast to the sidewalks or shop to find weaponry, he wants to do something that can change everything, he wants to quell the hammering in his chest, but there's no way that will happen now. They need to be patient and think intelligently this time, they can't do anything to change one's minds,

there's no turning back.

doesn't regret it though.

coming on senses, it was his mission after all.

It was what he wants.

"How come all those detectives in the movies weren't ever scared?"

Maybe they were.

Maybe they were scared all the time, perhaps that's what bravery really is. His adrenaline surges so fast that he almost vomits, can taste the saliva thickening his mouth to a rancid paste. At some point he'll have to decide we're to follow his brother's request or his fears. Just like in the shows that every individual have been watched there is an earpiece that says, "Go" or at least some tactical information, the room seems empty but it's not. Sitting in the corner, he could be a beefier reflection of his legal brother but he's not. He stares at the mirror through his own reflection, eyes to eyes. Telling himself to be brave, reminding that his decision is right and what is needed. His lips almost move then his eyes dart back to the frayed laces of his runners. He wants to know what his best friend was going to say but it's just not a good idea to ask in the middle of a crisis. He we're never alone,

not really.

From behind, comes that scent of death that he always wears. Clenching his fist, talking like an idiot to himself facing the mirrors. Reminding over and over to have the skills of the great detectives like his greatness. To have the mind and eye for clues equal to those of the famous entanglers of mysteries. Not to parade any knowledge, returning lost diamonds and catching dastardly killers. Not to share with the masses the secrets behind the downfall of kings and the rise of emperors. Not to unravel the elaborately spun lies of conmen. No, deduction of Holmes and Poirot, would quietly solve the commonplace.

Wishing he was great as him.

Wishing he was great as Pendelton.

On the other side, a rumbling footsteps reiterating the whole hallway "Are you done fixing yourself Hermano?" a woman's voice echoed seems excited on such thing.

"ah... just a minute brat!" he heard the woman chuckles and giggles

"I'll wait you at the study!" she shouted

"Don't go too far! It's too dangerous" he shouts back

"Nah! I've got weapons... Toddles!!!"

That brat

Back on any thoughts, it could be said that they started the so-called rebellion accidentally. They're over the hill, saggy round the middle and they're best days are behind them,

Right.

For the most part they'd be right,

but seems not this time.