"Last night he just ran in." At the tavern, the waitress spoke, "He was insane throwing punches and kicks everywhere." A white lie. She needed a bit more drama in her life, she also needed to feel it.
"Gil? Never thought that boy would throw anything." Some men overheard the woman as she gossiped at the counter, "Uko sure aje si uwongo (How sure are you it isn't a lie?)" The other asked, "Hawa wamama wanapenda moshene tu (These women just love propaganda)."
"Walai man! (On God man!)" The man took a huge chug of whatever it is he was drinking. All he knew was that it tasted descent and tuned out his wife's noise.
"But naskia eti ameshikwa, ama pia hiyo ni mauwongo ya wamama (But I heard he was caught, or is that still propaganda?)"
"Labda, but either way, leo jioni tutajua tu (Maybe, but either way, leo jioni tutajua tu.)
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The autopsy showed rope burns on his neck. "He was strangled to death." The doctor concluded.
"Can you tell us something we don't know?" The head knight, Justine, was there with his subordinate.
"And what exactly don't you know?" The doctor leaned on the table.
"Good point." Justine had to agree, "Luckily we managed to find the rope he used."
"I have doubts he was trying to hide it, kid looked terrified."
"Makes our job so fucking easier now."
"Idiot couldn't even think of hiding it." His subordinate answered. He had spoken to Gil a few months prior.
HIS FIRST KILL.
Somehow those are the ones you never ever forget. "So boss what now?"
"We throw his ass in the dungeon of course." Justine gave his subordinate a pat on the back, "This has got to to be the easiest job we've had so far."
The boss made his way out of the makeshift morgue just below the cathedral. The doctor was a foreign man with a love for cigars and ash trays. His hair dirty blonde, long, thick and curly. He had a relative young-looking face, which led most to believe he was in his early 30's.
It was a rare site to see him above ground. He loved staying out of sight, well, except for the times when the dead bodies would randomly decide to leave the morgue and walk upstairs.
"Doctor Blake." Justine called.
"Yeah?"
"Anything else you'd like to share?"
"Maybe my birthday, since were sharing and all."
Justine turned, his smile widened. Finally something more to do then just cut clueless children. "Finally."
Justine and his subordinate left. Leaving Blake. He stood, his eyes darting around the room as if looing for a signal of sorts. If he was, he found it. He stood straight, walking towards a surgery table. On it a body covered by a white cloth. He removed it, revealing the bishop's dead body. His cheeks red and stomach bloated. Blake put on his gloves and re-inspected the neck.
There was something he intentionally left out of his report. "Rope burn isn't actually a rope burn, there was a layer of soot I scooped up." He spoke to himself, 'It must mean we're close, very close to our ideal outcome.'
He sighed to himself, so close and yet… will it actually work? What if those feelings she had faded away? This was something that would risk the safety of all the members of this small village. But, how about the existance of the entire world as we know it?
Blake stared at the burns, "We're close, you hear that… Dexter?" He whispered to himself.
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"Mother July!"
She walked along the muddied road, attracting attention of all those she passed. Not in a good way. The people of this town knew her as a witch, a bringer of death and chaos.
"When she's in town bad things tend to happen when she's around." The women would gossip.
"I hear she'll use you then kill you when she's done." The men spoke over a cup of poorly made beer.
Whether you cared or not, Mother July was death itself and if you were smart you would stand clear of her or any of her subordinates. One of which called her name.
"Yes darling?" She turned to the girl behind her. Red hair, brown eyes and wore a pair of jean shorts and a white coat.
"Gil has been convicted of murder." She got down on one knee, not caring about the muck she found herself in.
"Is there going to be a trial?"
"No, mistress."
"Good, make arrangements and throw him in the dungeon I've prepared." She pulled out a ring, "Make sure you tell the guards to observe him carefully, he may not leave until we return."
"Yes."
As Angel sped off back to the town square, mother turned heading back towards the cathedral. In the reflection of her ring she saw him. A crooked smile morphed on her face. Her body began to shake with excitement, her eyes teared up.
"Oh Gilly soon you'll be the perfect partner, isn't that right, doctor?"
NO.5 END!
TO BE CONTINUED!