LOGINAn actress, a detective and his assistant. Set in time when long distance communication is done through letters, Detective Tevyat, with his assistant Jack, must investogate a string of murders that has one fixed factor: Auria Martinez. They must catch the killer before the killer kills her.
View MoreIt had been a long week and he only wanted to go to the pub to let off some steam. He jumped on his bike and took off from the pack. He had been working hard at rising in the ranks of his pack and he was almost there. Today he had bested one of the top warriors in front of the Alpha himself. Alpha David even congratulated him personally and told him to keep up the good work. Shortly after that he was challenged by another runt who somehow took him down quickly. It was humiliating. That boy Caleb thought he was king shit, just because he was close to the Alpha and his parents.
He sat alone in his corner of the pub drinking away his foul mood. Ale after ale he put back. The waitress tried flirting with him at first, but he would just asked for another pint. Being a wolf meant it took a lot more to get drunk than a human, and he was already on his fourth. He was just starting to relax when a tall dark woman walked in her hair sleek and smooth and all the way down to her bum. She was beautiful. He watched as she swayed slowly to the bar and leaned against it. Giving him a perfect view of her behind. She ordered with the barkeep and looked around. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment and he raised his ale in a salute and gave her a sly grin. She turned back to the barkeep and said something else. He put two tankards on the bar and she nodded to him reaching into her purse to pay. She gathered both drinks and made her way towards him. Perhaps his luck just got better.
“Hey handsome.” She winked and sat across from him sliding one of the ale’s across the table towards him.
“Hey, right back at ye.” He drained his current tankard and set it aside picking up the one she brought holding it up to cheers. “What shall we drink to?”
“Good fortunes?” She lifted her own drink up and took a gulp. “What brings a handsome man like yourself, alone, to the pub? I don’t think I have seen you around before.”
“Nah I don’t come to town often. I am usually kept pretty busy, but I had a hard day so I decided I needed a break.” He took another swig of his ale. This one tasted different, Do they give the pretty lasses the better quality ale here. “What ale did you order? This one tastes different from what I have been drinking.”
“Oh, is old Dale swindling the newcomers again by watering down their ale? That’s probably what it is.” She sighed prettily and took another drink from her own.
“Penny pinching Eejit.” He downed the rest of his drink and put his tankard down beckoning the waitress for another.
“Easy there boy, you don’t want to drink too much.” The woman purred at him. “Is that your motorcycle outside? I’d love to go for a ride.”
“Aye that’s mine. I’ll take ye for a ride anytime lass.” He winked, and felt his head swirl. He hadn’t had that much too drink yet.
“Well lets go outside then.” She stood up and he felt himself rise before even thinking about it and started to follow her out. She was even more dazzling than before, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. As he followed her out of the pub she walked right past two men who had evil grins and glowing red eyes. Suddenly everything went black...
Witness Marks (part 2) Azrick, with adrenaline in his veins, shouted as he approached the windows. He swayed the curtains with his hand only to be surprised by a cardboard cutout of a man with a gun. Nothing more, but a mere cardboard cutout. People were in a panic when the car of Mr. Tevyat was forcefully opened and then a bloody body of a woman was put inside, then they drove off. The murmurs of the people around became louder, even louder from when they heard a gunshot and shattered glasses. The bystanders put two and two together and have come up with the possible story: a woman is shot inside the office of the famous detective.As Azrick sped off to the nearest hospital, Jack was left on the scene to preserve the crime scene and to do some crowd control. “Excuse me, can you please call the police and tell them to come here immediately? Tell them it's about Detective Tvyat.” Jack said to a man nearby who heeded his favour. While the man was calling the police, the assistant mad
Witness Marks (part 1)That little interaction with the stalker had led Auria into the deep hole of paranoia. She refuses to let anybody in, or out of her home; she rarely ever gets out of her room and she made sure that all windows were always closed— barred with thick curtains, locked and secured… The only thing missing was for her to board up her windows for extra measures— but she was still cautious that ever before. She has yet to have a full and peaceful sleep. Everytime that she closes her eyes, the memories from that day come back immediately. She remembers it all so vividly: his cold voice that is low in register and has a growl in it, his stature that looked to be a bit skinny yet muscular, his loud breathes that would stain the window with steam and blurr his face, and his cold and menacing eyes that were calculative— capable of bypassing her defences, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable— his eyes that were a glowing blue and focused on her and solely her. Just the
A Walk by the Bridge (part 2) It looked like it would rain any moment as the grey clouds were hanging low from the sky and a chilly breeze bellowed on the people mourning for the death of someone they knew. A thick fog covered the feet of those near the grave while some were slowly walking away, deeming it time to go to their homes but still crying on their way. Some opted to stay, wanting to be with the dead one a little longer as they cannot accept their untimely death. Umbrellas ready and their handkerchief by the hand, sobs and wails continued to echo in the cemetery as the time went on. However, all the people present at the funeral of John Albert Tristan failed to realise one thing: someone was missing. Someone who they thought would not be absent to such an event… was actually not there, not even for a little while. They only realised when everyone was gone from the funeral, “Where is she?” the cameraman asked, ready to snap a picture of her mourning face to put it on the tabl
A Walk by the Bridge (part 1) It has already been two weeks after the incident, after the death of John Albert Tristan. People were still shocked that a kind and famous person was already gone in their world in a blink of an eye, people were still mourning the loss of the showbiz industry as they visited the funeral of him, people still cannot believe what happened. The full article of the murder was published by numerous news paper companies a week ago, five days after the day of the crime. The people were shocked by the news and were puzzled as to why someone would do such a thing to a kind person— they knew John Albert Tristan as someone who has no haters— a rare instance in the world of actors and actresses. And yet they were welcomed by the news. Of course, the whole story was not published, there were some omissions from some part. It is so— by the reasoning of the police— to keep the investigation as clean as possible and to keep the people from pestering them, they already
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