The Black Cats
By Jay Orin
I do not own Count D, Leon Orcot, the shop, or a majority of the pets in the shop. I only own Pluto and Charon, and Edward and Allie Poe (Original, ain't it?) Anyway, don't sue me, because I have negative many dollars and so poor that I cannot even pay attention. Now that that is out of the way, enjoy the show.
Leon Orcot was not having a good day. He was late to work, missed breakfast and coffee, and now the thought of food at the time threatened to make him ill. His mind tried to connect the murder to the Count D's shop in some way, but at the moment, his disgusted and undernourished mind didn't even stretch to make the connection. As Leon closed his eyes, trying for a little rest, he heard a soft tapping noise. He cracked open one eye. In front of him was a young woman about 18 to 20 years of age. She wore a big pair of sunglasses, which looked out of place with the rest of her outfit, which was a pair of tight pants that looked like soft brown leather, a shirt with a ruffled collar, a vest, a pair of thigh-high boots, and an old- fashioned overcoat. She carried on her shoulder a huge open duffel bag.
"I would like to turn myself in," she said, her voice rich and foreign.
Orcot took a good look at her. The woman must be in the wrong section of the police section. She didn't look like she could kill a fly, much less a person. She looked very innocent. But then again...
"Oh, but you are wrong," she answered to his unspoken doubt. "I was an accessory to murder. The murder of Allene Poe."
Orcot sat straight up in his chair. That was the case he had lost his appetite over.
Flashback, two hours ago
The police had recovered the corpse from the makeshift wall. Inside was the wife of Edward Poe. There was a big gash in her head, or at least what was supposed to be a female human head. It was already starting to rot and smell. Edward was, unfortunately long gone, mentally. He was screaming some nonsense about black cats, monsters and tombs, Pluto and Charon, and witches. He was taken into custody immediately.
End Flashback
"What do you know about it, and how are you an accessory to murder?" said Leon.
"I will tell you all you want to know, but you have to do me a favor."
I'm betting this is going to be screwy, but whatever...
"Please take me to the pet shop in Chinatown."
Bingo!
By Jay Orin
I do not own Count D, Leon Orcot, the shop, or a majority of the pets in the shop. I only own Pluto and Charon, and Edward and Allie Poe (Original, ain't it?) Anyway, don't sue me, because I have negative many dollars and so poor that I cannot even pay attention. Now that that is out of the way, enjoy the show.
Leon Orcot was not having a good day. He was late to work, missed breakfast and coffee, and now the thought of food at the time threatened to make him ill. His mind tried to connect the murder to the Count D's shop in some way, but at the moment, his disgusted and undernourished mind didn't even stretch to make the connection. As Leon closed his eyes, trying for a little rest, he heard a soft tapping noise. He cracked open one eye. In front of him was a young woman about 18 to 20 years of age. She wore a big pair of sunglasses, which looked out of place with the rest of her outfit, which was a pair of tight pants that looked like soft brown leather, a shirt with a ruffled collar, a vest, a pair of thigh-high boots, and an old- fashioned overcoat. She carried on her shoulder a huge open duffel bag.
"I would like to turn myself in," she said, her voice rich and foreign.
Orcot took a good look at her. The woman must be in the wrong section of the police section. She didn't look like she could kill a fly, much less a person. She looked very innocent. But then again...
"Oh, but you are wrong," she answered to his unspoken doubt. "I was an accessory to murder. The murder of Allene Poe."
Orcot sat straight up in his chair. That was the case he had lost his appetite over.
Flashback, two hours ago
The police had recovered the corpse from the makeshift wall. Inside was the wife of Edward Poe. There was a big gash in her head, or at least what was supposed to be a female human head. It was already starting to rot and smell. Edward was, unfortunately long gone, mentally. He was screaming some nonsense about black cats, monsters and tombs, Pluto and Charon, and witches. He was taken into custody immediately.
End Flashback
"What do you know about it, and how are you an accessory to murder?" said Leon.
"I will tell you all you want to know, but you have to do me a favor."
I'm betting this is going to be screwy, but whatever...
"Please take me to the pet shop in Chinatown."
Bingo!