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| 11 Dec 2013 03:57 AM |
Chapter One: Another Day, Another Case
Glass shards flew through the air, small drops of blood floating within my range. I felt a familar feeling, one of impending doom.
I was falling.
It's funny how injuries can warp your view of time, a minute could be a millennium, or a millennium could be a minute. Time stood as if it had stopped entirely, giving me a full view of my surroundings.
Glass, blood, a shattered window. Nothing that would say much other than I was thrown, or maybe I had tripped. A man with prominent eyes stood near the window, our eyes frozen in an eternal stare. His facial features had a malicious, cruel feel to them, and his black hair only complimented them.
I pondered to myself, wondering how I got myself into this mess in the first place. As I shut my eyes, darkness flooded my mind, and the sharp pain slowly dissipated into a dull, numb sensation.
A noise pierced my ears, awakening me from my slumber. Slapping the alarm clock to my right, the noise remained. I clenched my fist, smashing down on the top of it to cease the noise, destroying yet another alarm clock of mine.
As I groggily awoke, I walked into my bathroom and flicked on the light. Quickly coverering the blinding light with my arm, I waited for my eyes to adjust. I began to brush my teeth, the bathroom mirror giving me full view of myself.
I scoured over my rugged appearance as I squeezed toothpaste onto my brush. Dirty chestnut hair stood upon my head, appearing unusual compared to the layer of grey stubble in place of facial hair. My tired, piercing green eyes continued staring itno that of my reflection's, examining the deep bags under my eyes.
I raised the toothbrush to my mouth, a thick layer of foam dripping onto my rugged, curved hook-like armhair. A simple rinse and spit, and I let out a grimace to view my white, semi-yellow-stained teeth. I was never one for smiling, anyways.
I grab the one towel I keep on the towel rack, throwing it into the sink and giving it a quick rinse. I wring out the towel, leaving me with a damp, moist face cloth. I pat my dirt-splotched face down, leaving a deep brown stain on the towel.
Throwing the towel on the rack, I exit the bathroom and head to the kitchen. I grab a simple intoxicating beverage, popping it open and taking a swig. I sit down in the living room, and flip through various television channels.
"Static.
Static.
Static.
Black and white.
Static." I say to myself, naming what was on each channel as I flipped through them. I could never afford cables, so the television set was a waste of money, but it's better than nothing. Standing up, I grab the remote and turn off the television set, grabbing the newspaper I had put on top of it.
My eyes widened as I read it, quickly getting dressed in an old black vest with a short-sleeved white undershirt, throwing on a pair of jeans and a brown tie. http://www.roblox.com/userads/redirect?data=MjI4NzE3NHwvSmVlcC1PYmJ5LU5FVy1PQlNUQUNMRS1pdGVtP0lEPTQ3OTcyMDA50 Throwing the newspaper on the couch, I left my small apartment. The ad read "Occult detective wanted, unsolved suicide case". |
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| 11 Dec 2013 03:58 AM |
| (Ignore the random userads thing. I think the copying process may have pasted that in, somehow.) |
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