Chapter 1: The Truth Behind His Words
It was summer. The third year of my highschool life has come to an end.I though that it would be like all,normal summers...But there was a surprise made for me.
''Uncle, I'm home!'' I screamed. ''Is it time for lunch yet? Besause just so you know, I'm starving!''
I made my way through my home's livingroom and came to the tea house, that I knew my uncle would be in. I felt unsecure. My uncle, Walton M. Darnel, a man for who, those who didn't know him, would say has no emotion, was sitting in a rocking chair with a sad face. He needed a moment to pull himself together and than sayed a simple answer.
''No...'' Even his woice sounded upset. What has gone wrong? He was never like this...But uncles woice cut through my train of thoughts.
''Rain..'' He sayed. ''Take a seat..'' He was gesturing for me to take a seat on the sofa.
''Rain...'' He sayed again. ''I have bad news...See the letter on the table?'' At that question I lowered my head to the letter and saw that the envelope was white with the seal of LA police on it. I raised my head and nodded.
''Well... Your friend, from Fortuna, Kyrie... She was killed this morning. But the police doesn't give a damn about that...They want you to investigate the body. NOW.''
My uncle's words stung like houndreds of bees. I didn't want to belive it... I couldn't. Kyrie was older than me, but still i met her way back in the past.
I was eight years old...
...My grandma was ill, and I was going with my mom to see her. Grandmom lived in Fortuna and I liked going there, because than mom would need to drive me in her boat. We intended to stay there for some time, and so we did. That day I met a girl. That girl's name was Kyrie. I became friends with her easily, and I met her older brother, Credo, and a younger, adoped brother, Nero. That day mom went to buy some medicines for granny and she left me at Kyries'. Kyrie and I played outside, when some punks came in and took the ball we were using. Kyrie tryed to reason with them, but she failed. They threatened her and started to push, punch and kick her. Shortly my mind went blank with rage and I took them on. That wasn't the first time I had a fight but It was definitely their's first fight. They were weak, fools... Since than, Kyrie liked to do favours for me. That made me feel great but still I was most happy about having a real friend finally.
I went to Fortuna. From LA to Fortuna, with the boat, one needs 2 hours, so I was there by 6 pm. Who would kill such a nice and soft creature? But I unforunately knew the answer. I just hopped that I was wrong...
I went to Kyries' and there I found that strange looking guy. He was at the doorstep,crying. His right arm was in a sling, and his hand had a black glove on it. His white hair was lying over his eyes. Next to him was his famous sword ''Red Queen'' by my opinion it was the strongest sword that was used in that Order that existed in Fortuna till a month ago. I don't know what exactly happened, but I've got some idea waht didn't. I noticed that police was at her apartment and they were sniffing a lot. But my gaze soon turned back to the guy on the doorstep.
''Hi, Nero''
''Huh? Oh, hi Rain.'' His face lightened a bit but I could still see his tears flowing.
''You OK?''
''She's gone, Rain... Gone forever. I'm guilty of that''
''No, you're not!...''
''Yes I am!'' There were even more tears in his eyes.''She was killed.''
''I heard that. Police sent me a telegram. They sayed it was urgent for me to get here.''
''They did? Well your family is well known. What can you do about that?''
''Nothing.'' I was blunt for this question. ''You know that my uncle is a psychologist, and I bet you'll like to talk to someone... So give me a call sometimes, maby I'll get you through to him.'' Than I added something I shouldn't have... ''She wasn't at your mercy, Nero.''
Than his sad face turned away from me and as I was about to apologise policeman came to me and called me out to see the body. I looked back at Nero's sad and colorless body. That time I was remembering how we used to be when we were little. Whwn we were little, I and Nero used to compete at everything. Yes every thing. For example : who's gotten Kyrie or Credo the best gift for birthday, whose clothes are the coolest etc. But there was one thing we agreed never to have an competition of, and that was, never to hurt one another. Though Nero had hurt me a lot...
...We were twelve and Kyrie was sick. Something told me that Kyrie would want company but Nero wanted to practice his aim. He wasn't so bad with a gun but still his own gun was too heavy for him. He wanted Kyrie to watch him but Kyrie couldn't so she sent me to watch Nero. Nero was angry that Kyrie wasn't the one watching his practice and he was calling me names. It wasn't until I started crying that Nero stopped and screamed ''STOP CRYING! YOU'RE ANNOYING!'' I sayed a little sorry and he hugged me. ''Don't cry stupid, at least not when you're arround me.'' ... Since than i promised myself that I won't cry... Ever.
I made my way through the police to see my best friend's body. Kyrie's head was cut off her neck, her arms cut from the elbows and one of the policemen told me that they found out from the examination that she was raped, too. Guess that I knew why was Nero feeling that way. They were suposed to be together forever and this was their last stop, Kyrie's death scene. I examined the cut on her neck. It was from a sword and I could see black spots of poison on her neck. I think I had seen this kind of work before. But where? Think, Laurain, think... That's it. I had a job with the same wounds on a victim as these on Kyrie. She was killed by a demon. Not a high class one but a deadly if you don't know how to deal with it. So, Kyrie was killed by a demon. Can I tell that to Nero? I need to...
I made my way back to the doors and that soulles boy. I had very bad news and I knew thay would hit him even harder than her death.
''Nero...'' I began and cast my glance down to his left hand. He was now holding onto the half brocken necklace. I remembered seeing it on Kyrie about a week ago, did he give her that? Maby.
''Nero...'' I began again. ''She was killed by a demon.'' I rushed the words as fast as I could.
''I know... Rain I'm guilty...''
''Oh! Realy, Nero. For Crist's sake! Nero YOU DIDN'T KILL KYRIE!''
I noticed policemen all looking at me and turning their glances away as soon as they could. I was badly pissed with this atitude, Nero was holding, so I left the apartment. I went to the boat, leaving a dead friend and her poor boyfriend with a bunch of policemen in one small apartment.
I finally came home. Oh that's right. I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Laurain A. Crystal. Just so you know I'm British. I'm the onlyone left alive from a rather large Crystal family. And I'm a detective. Yes, I work as a detective and get payed alltought I'm only eighteen. My jobs are mostly based of the cases all the other detectives can't or wouldn't accept. So there are the special jobs that include ''demons''. I'm rather smart but I get my knowledge from the books. I know qute a lot of legends, too. But that's a story for another time.
So five days after Kyrie's death, I saw Nero waiting for my uncle. The jeark didn't even call me to pass him through to my uncle.
''Hi, Nero... Waiting for my uncle?''
''No.''
''Than what are you doing here?''
''I need to tell you a secret.''
''Than say.''
''Laurain...'' He only used my full name when he was beeing serious. ''I'm a demon.''
''What?'' Of course I didn't believe him. I... I mean. I knew, Nero almost all my life, than why now ?
Than he trew the sling away and took the glove off, revealing a demonic arm that shone a briliant blue light. Now I knew he wasnt lying. There was some truth behind his words.
I know it's not much but it's my first story :D new capters to come