A Detective Tale
Chapter Four: The Vigilante
Danny Phantom Fanfiction
Danny phantom and all its characters belong to Butch Hartman
This is a work of fiction hope you all like
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Dozens of patrol cars where park in front of the Amity Park police department, no matter the time, men and women would always be working hard to make the city as safe as possible, though the first few floors were pack with people, down in the lower levers where the holding cells and the interrogations rooms had only a few people outside the cells.
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- "Jasmine Fenton, age 26, single"- said a police detective to his superior officer as he watched the red hair woman through a one-way mirror.
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The private investigator was being held inside a police interrogation room, she had to answer for the gunfight and the murder of at least one perpetrator. The police chief took out a file with her name on it, though Jazz had no wanted warrant and had remain on the right side of the law she still needed to be question.
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- "Girl's been good so far, no priors, couple of parking tickets but that's about it"- continue the detective, while Jazz put her feet on the table to better rest.
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- "She just killed a man, pursue a woman who shot her and was involve in a ghost fight, there's no way she's clean"- said the chief.
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- "As far as I know, just a month ago she was in red number and all of the sudden she buys brand-new car, custom weapons and expensive clothes, I don't believe she making honest money"- reply the detective.
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The old man found it hard to believe that the young P.I. was suddenly making hard money with just her regular work, she didn't have a husband and private investigation didn't pay as much as it once did, and yet out of the blue Jazz was buying a car and her debts were also paid off.
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- "She doesn't strike me as the kind to sell her backside in Hookerville."- continue the police chief.
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- "Maybe the whole P.I. thing is just a front, she could be working for the Rose for all we know"- said the detective, - "what do we do with her?"-
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The police chief kept his gaze on the girl, - "let her go, the killing was legitimate self-defense, if we arrest her any lawyer she hires is gonna have field day with us"- said the man as he made his way out, before he steps out the door, - "keep an eye on her."- he said without turning around.
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One week had pass and though the city wasn't new to gunfights, police chases and ghost attacks something else happened that stir the entire community, the arrival of an actual superhero name Danny Phantom, almost no one knew anything about him aside from his name and the fact that he was a murderous vigilante.
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The bright sun rays pierce though the kitchen window of Private investigator Jasmine Fenton as she pulled out the ingredients for her breakfast from her new fridge, while putting them next to her also new stove, perhaps she was spending a little too much but then again, she still had a huge sum of money she earned from madame Joanna Smith.
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She put on a white apron to cover herself from the hot oil, even though she wore a simple gray blouse and pair of red shorts that seem more like underwear, she didn't enjoy the idea of having cooking oil fall on either of them, her cellphone began to ring the moment she pour a couple of eggs into the frying pan.
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Gracefully she sprung over to her bedroom and came back with her phone just in time to flip her eggs, as she answers the call Jazz added a trio of sausages into the pan and a pair of bread slices into her toaster, so much for her diet.
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- "Hello, who's this?"- question the red hair woman as she continues cooking.
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- "Good morning, glad to see you're awake"- said a voice on the other side whom Jazz recognized as Lancer, - "are you seeing the news?"-
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Jazz turn around and turn her television on that was mounted on her kitchen wall, if Lancer knew that the P.I. had bought not only the car and a handgun but also a stove, fridge, computer and even a television as well as a new living room all in the same day he would most likely flip his shit.
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- "This is Harriet Chin reporting live from Amity Park state bank, where the local hero Danny Phantom just stop an armed robbery."- said the reporter from the television.
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For the last week the new "hero" in Amity Park had made constant appearances, though the main ones were as follow; he first show himself to fend off a ghost raid and executed a criminal name Carla Conner ending her child trafficking ring, soon after he was seen fighting off a local gang of thugs and by Thursday he had beaten not only group of ghosts but also killed some monsters from East Town that made their way into the city, now this morning he stop a bank heist.
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Detective Jazz wasn't very fund of this new hero mostly because he didn't behave like a normal hero should, most of his rescues ended up with a lot of "bad" guys dead, it was almost as if he was playing a video-game. The very few that survive his raids, all describe him as a monster, in between gibberish and delusions they explain how Phantom would actually honor his name.
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Bullets would pass through without even scratching him, he would fly into the skies and even turn invisible making it impossible to fight back but the main drawback he had was that he fought like a human despite his fantastical abilities, he largely depended on handguns and knives rather than employing the same ecto-base powers some of the other ghosts had.
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It wasn't like he couldn't use energy rays, he clearly demonstrated that he could but he only used them on ghosts before flying away to his hideout, from what Jazz could deduce, the energy rays were extremely demanding on the creature's body hence the reason he limited it to ghosts and monsters.
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- "This guy gives me the creeps, I just don't like vigilantes"- said Lancer, speaking from experience.
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In his years as a cop he saw many vigilantes, though they all started with heroic and gallant ways some even dress in comic-like costumes, they mostly ended up in the same horizontal position, or were they're shot by criminals or even the police, yet on some rare occasions this wanna be heroes join up with the bad guys, encourage by money.
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Jazz turn around and continue cooking her breakfast, - "I know how you feel, but you gotta admit he's useful, at least he's fighting the bad guys"-
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- "Yeah for now but anyhow I just wanted to let you know that today is my last day in the force, I'll take the weekend off and I'll be seeing you on Monday"- said Lancer as he reminded Jazz that she also had a new partner.
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The woman wonders if she could back out on the whole partnership, she really didn't need a partner, - "ok, see you on Monday"- reply the woman unable to refuse the man.
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The news channels had been talking about Phantom ever since he appear, the same flash was repeated constantly and people where been interview whether or not they had seen Phantom or had been involve in some crime solved by him.
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Jazz sat dawn on her kitchen table with her breakfast in front while she watches the news but bored quickly of it as she started to change the channels, the next one was a cheesy romance movie, the following channel was another news flash reporting on how Phantom had stop the bank robbers.
Channel after channel the same news, follow by cheesy movies, though people no longer fancy ghost related films, there was a sudden increment onsuperhero movies over the week but not a single one caught Jazz interest, rather than continuing her search for something to watch she turn off the television before her meal got cold.
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- "Maybe I should get cable t.v. or something"- said the girl as she flips on her radio. Thought the first station that came up made her nearly spit her food out.
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"I believe that this entity is a clear sign of divine intervention our prayers have been answer"- said a man in the radio.
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"So, you're saying that God send this creature to stop the ghosts, right?" continue another man.
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Jazz switch to another station one that play rock music, she wonders how long this superhero trend would go on, people spoke of him as if he were some sort of celebrity though in a way he already was, despite Lancers dislike for the vigilante he had to admit that this new hero had change the mood of people for the better.
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Yet the intellectuals, scientists and even some military personal had made some public opinions about the entity, but there wasn't anything concrete about the creature, no one knew where he came from, what were its real intentions, hell no one even knew what sex it was since he was always cover by his hoodie.
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After breakfast Jazz walk over to her computer to check her e-mails in hopes someone had send her a case to work on, the one thing that still hadn't change was her still low case income. She growls upon seeing no more than spam in her account, as she scrolls down through the spam mails one caught her eye.
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- "Who is Danny/Dani Phantom?"- read the mail. There was much debate on how its name was written and if it meant a boy or a girl.
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It was a religious mail, stating how the new hero was born from the prayers of the people of Amity Park, Jazz scoff as she read the almost preach like writing, the mail did include some photos clearly altered, the woman look closely at the picture, ignoring the added wings and halo, Phantom wore black pants almost skin tight, long white boots, a black hoodie that cover most of its face, even so one could see its white hair and glowing green eyes though this last one could have been added by some fanatical religious guy.
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As the afternoon came around Jazz got a text from Sam saying she needed to finish a school project with her friends so she wouldn't make to work, the P.I. understood that school is important so she gave her teen assistant the day off.
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Bore out of mind and the desire to smoke becoming a little too overwhelming, Jazz opted to close her agency a little earlier than usual, if someone need her they can always leave a message in her answering machine and made her way out into the streets.
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All around were people walking as if nothing bad had happened, it was a nice change to see so many happy people, as she turn around the corner she spotted the local newspaper stand, upon coming closer she notice the trend magazines had the newborn hero on their cover, the newspaper below had the exact same image though the headline read "friend or foe?"
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- "Hey Jazz, got the new Maxim"- said the salesman.
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The private eye often bought such magazines just to keep up with the current trends, as she walks down the street towards the park she mindlessly read the fashion magazine wondering if she would look any good with those brand name clothes.
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- "That's her?"- said a man in black suit sitting in a black sedan.
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- "Yeah that's her"- reply a man with a bruise eye and swollen face as he pointed over to Jazz.
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There were at least four men in total inside the car, all of them watching at the P.I with menacing glares as she bought a soda from a vending machine, - "ok Richey you're up"- said the driver who seem to be in charge of the small group.
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Watching his distance Richey follow Jazz to the park where she stops to watch a soccer match been play by some teenagers, the man observes his prey as she once more started to walk away. Richey started to close in, as Jazz made her way out of the park and cut into an alleyway.
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The suit up man smile wickedly as he took out his gun, now that no one was near and the girl was in the perfect place he rushes up to her, gun in hand, - "hand u…."- though before he could finish his sentence, Jazz twist around and kick him the groin as she immediately tosses the large man to the ground.
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- "You really stand out man, gotta stay in the shadows"- lecture the private eye as she put her gun to the man's head, - "who the fuck are you and what the fuck to do you want?"
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Her stalker was more than surprise to know he had been found out so easily, the man tried to wiggle his way out only to be pistol whip by Jazz as she threaten to shoot him if he didn't answer, Richey look at her crazy mad, as he began to rant about killing her.
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- "Last chance kid"- said Jazz as she cocks her gun.
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Before she could react the P.I was bash in the head by a man dress just like her stalker, for a few seconds she crawls on the floor holding on to her bleeding head, upon turning towards her assailants her eyes began to blur as she passes out.
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"Wake up sweet cheeks"- said a man in a raspy voice.
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Jazz look around as her eyes readjusted, the room had wooden walls, a single window cover by a tick curtain, she knew she was inside some office as she could hear heavy rain on the other side of the window. In front of her was a man wearing an expensive suit, he looks fairly young perhaps in his mid-thirties, short black hair, as she turns her head she spotted to more men though dress more casually, a sudden sneeze made the redhead turn over to the left corner of the office.
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There she found the stalker she had beaten up earlier that day, his nose was cover by a red stain bandage, he didn't seem to be in a good, upon trying to move her hands she found them to be tied down on the chair with thin ropes yet her legs remain free, in the middle of the desk she spotted her custom-made colt .45, the man in charge snap his fingers a few times calling out to Jazz who slowly move her head towards him.
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- "I know… you're probably wondering why you're here, right?"- said the man.
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The private investigator only nodded as to agree, - "Who are you?"- question the woman as she sat up straight.
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- "Well, my is Oliver Thompson, you probably heard of my… let's say criminal enterprise… The Thompson family"- said the man as he stood up.
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Jazz was well aware of the grand majority of criminal groups in Amity park, she had to if she wanted to avoid stepping in the wrong territory and ended up with a bullet in her head behind some dark alley or ended up working in said alley, but the name or the criminal group didn't ring any bells in her head, she had never once heard of this Thompson Family, she was sure they were new in town and were most likely not paying their due respects to the higher cats.
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- "So, what do you want from me, mister Thompson?"- question the P.I.
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The man looked quite surprised, it was normally at this point where people would be begging for their lives and be more than willing to give out any sort of information, yet this red hair woman was calm and collected despite being surround by four armed gangsters.
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- "The thing is I lost some money in East Town and my business partner lost his product, about a month ago"- explain Oliver - "and well according to our investigation, it turns out that you took the money"- said Oliver as he got in front of Jazz.
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Jazz had no idea of what the mobster was talking about, she had never stolen from the mafia, then it hit her, it was during her trip to rescue Stacy, she recall the exchange between the mobsters and the gangsters, perhaps one of them survive the monster attack and ratted her out.
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- "Listen, I didn't steal anything from you or your people,"- though before she could enter in details Oliver slap her in the face.
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- "Don't lie to me bitch!"- said the mafia boss, - "That's was two million dollars you stole slut!"
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The woman cracks her neck as she glares at Oliver, - "Don't do that, I'm considering a job as a top model"- said Jazz very arrogantly as she added, - "so, out of this two million… how much goes to Plasmius?"-
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The man looked at her even more surprise than before, he was shock, not many knew the name Plasmius or had even heard it. Now she was certain that this Family was small time and was operating under the radar after all no one makes such a deal without the approval of the "Blood Rose."
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The "Blood Rose" was the biggest criminal syndicate in all of Amity Park and perhaps of all the U.S. the name came from their traded mark executions since they would always leave a blooded rose knife on top of where the heart of their victims would be, it was their way of mocking the police and the law, their way of showing just how untouchable they were.
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Only a handful of Roses top lieutenants had been identified but their boss was still a mystery all the police knew of him were the rumors from the lower-class criminals, they weren't even sure if the name Plasmius was even real or something made up to keep him a secret but one thing was certain they were extremely dangerous.
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Oliver kept on ranting about the money and how he would chop her up to pieces after he and his friends had their fun with her if she didn't tell them where she hid the cash, Jazz was starting to worry, it was quite possible that he would keep true to some of his threats, the men went quiet upon hearing the door open.
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- "Boss, Tiberius just walk in"- said one of the guards outside.
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Jazz came to realize that if she wanted to get out of this mess she would have to play dirty, very dirty. "ok I give up, come here"- said the private investigator as she lowers her head.
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The small-time mafia boss smirk as he came closer to Jazz, - "So where's my money, whore?"-
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- "I got a question and an advice for you"- reply the P.I.
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- "Go ahead?"- retorted the man as he leans his face as close as he could to Jazz.
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- "How many know that I'm here?"- question the redhead. The man assured her that only the ones present knew of her existence and that she should be more cooperative if she wanted to make it out alive.
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- "And the advice?"- said the man in a taunting tone as he was almost breathing on her red hair.
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- "Don't ever put your gun on your crotch"- answer Jazz.
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The mafia boss pale up upon hearing a click coming from in between his legs, as he lowers his eyes, the man shiver upon realizing that Jazz had free her right hand from the thin rope that held her down, for a second, they both look at each other.
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A loud bang was heard follow by shrieks rather than screams, unable to fully free her left hand she quickly passes her gun down the mans arm as she rolls down with the chair and mafia boss, the two guards immediately took out their own guns while Richey fumble with his pistol only to drop it on the floor.
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A well aim shot ended the life of the guards on her right, the other guard was unable to shoot since the P.I. had turn his boss into a human shield, "drop the gun bitch," order the guard as Oliver scream his lungs out, the man was bleeding to death he mumble the words "shoot her" but his order couldn't reach neither the guard or Richey.
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Jazz began to shoot at the guard, fear and survival instincts took over as he too started to fire back at the red head woman while he coward on the corner, most bullets hit Oliver in the back while the rest hit on the floor, the exchange of bullets ended when Jazz landed her last three shots on the guards, as she looks over to the dead man Richey aim his gun at her.
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- "Time to die bitch"- said the mafia man.
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Her eyes widen in horror as she stares up the gun barrel, she played her last card, her weapon was empty, she was on the floor with her left hand tied to a chair while a dying man was on top of her, there was no way out of this mess, "guess I won't know what happened to you Danny" whisper the woman under her breath.
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The door was suddenly kick wide open by a huge black man who started to shoot at Richey without any sort of warning, refusing to go down without a fight Richey fire at this new shooter, each shoot hit the huge muscular man, in matter of seconds both men were on the ground death.
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Thinking fast Jazz spilled blood over her face and pretended to be dead as she heard a second man ordering some of his henchmen to secure the area, soon she saw three black skin individuals walk into the office with tec-9s in their hands, a fourth man who she assumed was their leader follow up, his skin was of the same color as the gunners though he had a large afro hair style and sunglasses.
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- "Yo Ty, look at this"- said one of the gunmen.
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Jazz saw the man who she assumed was Tiberius come to her as he orders two of his boys to remove Oliver's dead body, using only his foot he move Jazz face to side, the woman kept her eyes open but unmoving, her mouth slightly ajar as to keep up with her façade, her breathing was slow and unnoticeable, she hope it was enough to fool this gangster into thinking she was dead.
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- "What a waste of good meat"- said the man as he continues to move her head to the side with his foot while one of the gangster said - "damn he got shot in the nuts."-
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Blood started to go into her nose, the P.I. had no idea how long she could keep up with this act, if any more went inside her nose she would most likely cough and ended up dead or worse, she could become these madmen plaything.
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Her worse fear came true as she coughs a couple of times, "well, you trick me for a minute there, you kill my boy Oli?" question the man.
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She remains in silence for she had no idea of what to do or say, there was no way she could talk her way out of this, her gun was empty and she had no time to reload what's more she didn't have any bullets nearby to fed her pistol.
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"Let's talk at my place, shall we?"- continue the man.
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- "Those motherfuckers kill Oli!"- yell a woman outside the office, - "fuck them up!"- order the female voice as the office was been fill with bullets.
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Jazz remain on the ground as fire from automatic rifles shredded the room along two of the henchmen who were mow down while the third one and Tiberius fire back with their Tec-9s. The private investigator looked out the door it was then that she noticed there was an empty hallway, the gunfire was coming from a second hall to the left, the moment the rifles stop firing she sprung up, took her .45 and ran out the door pushing the henchmen out the door.
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Tiberius began to shoot at Jazz but thankfully his bad aim prevented her from been killed on the spot, his man on the other hand was torn to pieces once the mobster had reloaded their rifles, Jazz ran down the hall and found herself in front of a set of stairs, one leading down while the other went up.
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The most reasonable way would be to go down and out into the streets but as she took the first few steps, three mobsters cut her escape route as they began to shoot at her, one bullets pass dangerously close to her ear, she retaliated by firing her gun three times, though she misses two times, one bullet hit the mafia man that stood in the middle straight through the neck. With her ear buzzing Jazz ran up the stairs as fast as she could while the men fire upon her.
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The door leading out was lock but a well place shot to the lock was more than enough to open it, the cold rain splashed her face the moment she set foot on the rooftop, she didn't have many options as to where to run, a bullet hit the door frame forcing the P.I. to ran wherever her instincts told her to, as she speed away Jazz notice it was starting to darken.
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Dodging bullets while jumping through the rooftops was no easy task, soon she found herself without any more roof to run, the mafia was closing in as she desperately looked for an escape route almost by sheer luck she spotted a skylight close to the rooftops edge.
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The woman crawls her way towards the opening trying her outmost as to not be seen by her pursuers, the detective quietly slides inside the building with the skills worthy of ninja she landed on the floor without making a single sound, the room she waltzes in was yet another office.
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The room was dimly illuminated only a small lamp on the desk was the only source of light, the walls were decorated with photos of musicians, many guitars and other instruments were hung around the photo frames, as she stood up she heard a slurping sound.
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Upon turning towards the desk, she met with unusual sight, in front of her was a man slightly overweight, the moment he notices the P.I. he orders his company to stop sucking on his manhood, Jazz move her eyes towards the one that was kneeling, the girl had long pink hair though most likely fake, her frame was thin and short, she had a white star painted around her left eye and was dress in a classic rocker style outfit.
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Both look at Jazz in complete silence soon their eyes move down to her handgun, the fat man gulp as the girl slowly move towards the door, "he's over eighteen, ok"- said the fat man who Jazz assumed was the owner of the music office.
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- "He?"- reply the detective
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- "Yeah, I'm a man…...Problem?"- said the guy with pink hair.
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- "Nope…."- said Jazz as she soon instructed the fat man to call the authorities.
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The man barely got the phone in his hand when the mobsters shot at Jazz, the bullet graze her in the shoulder making her twirl on her spot before falling on the ground, - "call me when the gig is ready"- said the rocker before speeding away.
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Unwilling to surrender her life Jazz crawl out the door into the hallway as she orders the fat man to follow her, behind her three mobsters slide inside through the skylight. Jazz was stop mid-hallway as she heard a gunshot coming from the office she had just crawl out, two men came out gun blazing forcing the P.I. to run once again.
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Dodging bullets, the woman ran down the hall until she made her way inside a rock concert, hundreds of people all dress in their rocker getups were jumping and yelling at the rhythm of the lead singer, not wanting to involved any more people than necessary, Jazz hurry her steps towards the sign that read exit.
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But as she came near the double door, these open wide letting two men armed with machine-guns in, yelling profanities the gunners open fire to the ceiling forcing the spectators to crouch on the floor, some held their head as to avoid getting shot while others gather in small circles.
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Three more mobsters lead by a blonde took the stage, pushing away the lead the singer, the mafia boss look the multitude of people, all were dress just like the one they had been chasing. The blonde woman had only gotten a glimpse of the woman as she ran into the hallway therefore she ordered her men to search for a redhead wearing a long black coat as that was the only lead they had to go on.
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As the mafia men search they discover not only dozens of women wearing long black leather coats but also that the majority had their hair colored green, purple, black, red or violet, some even had two or three hair colors, this enrage the criminals.
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Slowly and carefully the P.I. move among the spectators trying avoid been caught, there was a least one of mobster on each door, she wonder if the police were already on their way, unfortunately she couldn't hear any sirens now that the music was off.
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To the far left, just next to the drinks tables was the hallway she came from, as the idea of going back arouse her head she spotted the pink hair rocker been dragged inside the concert room, Jazz saw how they pull the man all the way to the stage where the mobster talks with his boss.
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- "Ok hero, give up or pinkie get his head blown off!"- order the blonde mobster as she put her revolver on the rockers head.
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The man shivered in his spot as he felt the cold gun barrel push against his temple, his heart started to shake as she said that she will count only to ten before killing him, though afraid as he was the rocker was no coward for he stood in between the mafia boss and the audience.
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- "Go ahead bitch! If you're gonna kill me then pull the trigger motherfucker!"- said the pink hair man as he dared her to shoot.
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- "Sure"- reply the blonde with a smile.
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The rocker sigh as he closes his eyes perhaps he pushed his luck and bravado a little too far, he actually had hope she was only talk but it seem she meant business, she smiled devilishly as she put her gun to his forehead, everyone looked in awe, the clicking sound it made when she cock her gun overwhelm the ears of everyone.
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- "Stop!"- yell out the private investigator as she stood up, - "I'm the one you want"-
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All eyes moved over to Jazz who lifted her hands in sign of defeat, the mafia boss push the rocker off the stage as she motion with her hand for Jazz to join her in the stage, though moving slowly the P.I. did as told.
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To the right next to the boss were two of her henchmen, one more standing on the left side of the stage just three meters away from Jazz holding his gun towards her, at least half a dozen more were scatter around the music hall, behind her near the door from where she come in stood two more mobster finally one more guarded the main door impeding the frightened audience from leaving.
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- "Think you can steal from us and kill our boss"- said the woman as aim her gun.
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- "I already told your boss, I didn't steal from you…. And I didn't kill him, it was that guy with afro."- explain Jazz.
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- "Yeah right"- reply the woman as she open fire.
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The bullet graze Jazz on her left shoulder, the force it carried pull the red hair woman backwards making her spin and fall of the stage, afraid and hurt she lifted her eyes to the hall, beyond the stairs was another door, not waiting a single second she dashes forward shooting the man guarding the door, though he had his gun in hand, he wasn't quick enough.
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The blond mafia boss ordered her men to kill the P.I. it seems like she was momentarily blessed by an unbelievable good fortune for once more she had eluded the hot bullets as she cross the door at the end of the hallway, it did help that she often turn back to shoot at her attackers.
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Once outside she met with a long empty alley, just next to the door was a large dumpster, even with all her strength she was unable to flip the container sideways hence unable to block the door, the private investigator was quickly running out of options, it was clear she would be hunted down by this small-time crime family, therefore she could; one, make a stand and fight them off here or two she could go to the police and ask them to deal with the mafia guys.
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The second option seem far more reasonable than going cowboy on the mobsters, she hastily ran down the alley much to her surprise she come upon a large graveyard, back down the alley she could hear how the men were rushing through the door.
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It took the mafia men all of thirty seconds to catch up to Jazz even though she had quite the advantage, the men were deadly close to her as she took cover behind an old and small mausoleum, knowing of the upcoming battle she opted to open fire first since she was tired of being shot at.
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Two mobsters carefully walk near the mausoleum searching for the red hair woman, Jazz pull out her arm and half her face from the around the corner and put two bullets on the left mobster as the one on the right dash behind a gravestone eluding the third shot from the P.I.
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The rest of the mafia enforcers started to shot over to where Jazz was covering, not willing to take the risk of been flank she started to ran as she use the tall stone statues of angels and crosses to continue deeper into the graveyard, upon reaching the middle of the cemetery she found a strange circle, all around where many graves and slightly up a small hill was yet another mausoleum though somewhat bigger than the previous ones.
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- "Hands where I can see them!"- order a police officer as she came out from the shadows.
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Next to her was her partner who was already calling in for backup, never before had Jazz been so happy to the boys in blue, the P.I immediately began to explain how the mobster were chasing after her in order to kill her. Though doubtful the officer offers their help yet as they came closer to the woman, gunshots came towards them, injuring the female officer in her left shoulder as her partner retaliated by returning the fire.
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The trio quickly took cover behind the many stone graves, been force to constantly change position as the overwhelming bullets torn their covers away, the police sirens could be heard yet they were still too far away to be of any help, the mobsters were relentless in their attack. Each shot was closer than the previous, both officers were shaking in their place for they knew death was imminent, Jazz wasn't doing any better.
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- "Who dares disturb my slumber?"- said an eerie voice.
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All the fighters stop their shooting as they turn their eyes towards a small mausoleum on the equally small mound, no longer caring for cover they watch in sheer how the tomb walls began to crack, an unspoken momentary truce was made as they witness the front wall burst open.
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From within the debris came out a grotesque towering beast, once the dust cleared all present witness it imposing figure, standing on all four the monster was nearly six meters in height and twice as long. Jazz could distinguish a dog like snout, its face was cover by whitish hair there were no discernable eyes, as her gaze move down its body she could see a hole where the intestines should be as well as the lungs but the heart was still in its place, it remain still.
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The loud roar from the beast started the battle, the creature lung over to the policemen who were the closest, Jazz as well as the police started to fire at the monster but each rather than harming the monstrosity it only served to enrage it even more, the mobster wasted no time in fleeing from the scene.
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As the dozen well-armed criminals ran away the beast turn its attention towards them, unwilling to let go of such a large and ever more tasty meal, the hellish hound rush over to them leaving the trio behind. Jazz watch in full horror as the beast caught and started to gobble on the mafia men who valiantly fire their rifles and handguns, yet one by one they were been eaten alive.
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Screams mix with gunfire echo through the graveyard, the private eye turn over to the two police officers, to her surprise both had left her behind, fearing for her live the red hair woman began following the blood trail left by the wounded officer, hoping the creature would be too busy eating the mobsters to notice her.
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Using the gravestones as cover she remain hidden as she kept close to the blood trail, she couldn't believe how the police just abandoned her, surly they could have tap her on the shoulder and motion her to move with them, rather they chose to flee on their own without caring for the citizen in need.
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- "So… tasty…"- grumble the beast with its diabolical voice.
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Filled with terror never felt before not even when she ventured into East Town the P.I kept on crawling trying her very best to not be seen by the walking horror show, to reach the main gates meant to make a run of faith in the open ground, she would be in full view of the hound.
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Heavy steps were heard coming from behind Jazz, slowly and feeling her heart beat out of her chest, she held witness to the towering monstrosity that drool just a few meters away from her, in its left hand it still had the lifeless body of the bold mafia enforcer, she could now see the monster ever clearer.
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The beast had no eyes whatsoever, instead of eyes it had thick layer of skin under its whitish hair, the hand in which it holds the man had only three long fingers though unsure if it was because they fell off or the creature was born in such manner, with a loud roar it show its long and rotten fangs.
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Sitting on the ground and staring at the beast Jazz tried to crawl away with her butt still glue to the ground, she was more than sure that the hell hound was giggling as it approaches the woman, fear started to freeze her legs and all too soon she found herself unable to move from her spot.
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Jazz aim her custom colt .45 but her handshakes too violently even when the beast lower its face almost savoring this meal to come, she wasn't new to combat she had been in at least two gunfights but this was different, too different, she was being stare down by a demon straight from hell.
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Despite the inexplicable monsters in East Town and even under the city, the ghosts and the new superhero, there had never been talks about giant monsters that could say some human words nor had anyone seen something similar as this beast.
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The foul stench it emanated pierce though Jasmin's nostrils as the monster came face to face with her, the mixture of blood and rotting flesh that came from its snout was so repulsive it made her head feel light though of course it could be due to the unnatural fear she was having.
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Upon impending doom, the private investigator closes her eyes and waited for the worse, she could feel the hell dog open its snout yet a sudden thundering blast was heard forcing her to open her eyes and to turn to where the attack had come, just mere two meters away was the same policeman that had deserted minutes ago, in his hands was a standard issue police shotgun, he now wore a riot gear, which included the helmet and bulletproof vest, the man knew that his puny 9 millimeter wouldn't do anything to harm the monster.
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After a quick search Jazz notice that the female officer was nowhere to be seen, but that was more than understandable since she was shot there was no way anyone would come back, it would foolish to risk more lives than needed.
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Having her courage renew the red hair woman join the fight, firing at the hellish dog from behind the gravestones as policeman kept the beast at bay with his powerful shotgun, though Jazz gun as no pushover she too would like to have something a little bigger.
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The police sirens where finally heard and dozens of well-armed swat forces started to ran inside the graveyard, the woman sat down as she rested her back to the gravestone she was using as cover she knew that the forces of order would handle the situation and that all she needed to do now was to relax and waited it out.
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But things don't work like that, the beast charge against the police force sending many unto the sky screaming for dear life, ironically to fall on their graves, with shrieks and howls the hell hound ripped through the cops and the rifle gunfire could be heard from many blocks away, wakening the residents of Amity Park, some remain in bed hearing the ongoing fight while some others tried to see the battle but most could only see the gun flashes and the howling.
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Hidden behind trees and gravestones the policemen attack at the monster but each shot pass through and even if the hell dog yell in agony it was far from dying, Jazz too kept on shooting but was quickly running out of bullets, she needed to get to where the police were making their stand.
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The constant flow of lead finally took a toll on the demon dog as it started whimper in pain, a strange greenish liquid started to pour from its snout, everyone looked as the beast stumble side to side wondering if it will die. The hell dog started to cough and more green liquid came out, it slowly made its way towards the police and retched said liquid over the men, once more screams of terror and agony filled this holy resting place.
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The vomit from the hell dog scorch like acid and the men scream as their flesh fell off, perhaps an unknown sense of duty overwhelms Jazz as she saw the people being melted by the horror, she ran over to where the fallen protectors of the city now laid dead.
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- "NO…...RUNNING…. AWAY…"- said the beast in its devilish voice.
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Without options or anywhere to run the red hair detective open fire with police rifle she took from a dead officer, despite the high power this weapon had it didn't slow the beast not even in the slightest, in matter of seconds the hell dog took her in its hand and lifted her up high.
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The last bullets that came from the rifle hardly move the beast's head, its putrid breath mix with the stench of blood was so repulsive it made Jazz vomit on the spot, that and of course the fear of impending dead took over her senses.
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Feeling the deadly grip tighten Jazz tried to scream for help but she found herself unable to, all the air within her lungs were quickly push away, even with the yelling from the police, the patrols cars sirens and the onlookers she could hear her bones being squashed, trying her best to gasp on for air, she soon notices her vision began to blur.
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- "Is this how I'm gonna die?"- though the P.I. - "Lancer you're gonna have to look for work elsewhere"-
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A sudden blast impacted upon the monster's arm forcing it to let go of Jazz, falling like a ragdoll, the private eye landed thankfully on the corpse of the police officers which serve to brake her fall and avoid anymore injury, even in dead they still protected the citizens.
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From her uncomfortable spot she saw the new combatant that had just join in the battle, it was none other than the city's new hero. Cover under its black hoodie Phantom began to raid the hell hound from the sky with energy ray, due to the monster heavy weight it found itself unable to counterattack, each blast made it moan in pain and agony.
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Even though Jazz legs tremble like a newborn deer she forces herself over to the monster, she had enough of running and hiding she began to fire with her colt .45 at the walking horror, perhaps it was the near concussion she had or maybe she just wasn't one for running.
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Each shot was hardly felt by the creature but what it felt were the mighty blast and punches as well as kicks from Phantom, for every time the ghost hit the hell hound it either fall on the ground or scream in pain. As big and fearsome as the monster was, it had begun to slow down, eventually it felt on the ground drooling the acid spit from its snout and nostrils.
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- "DAMN…YOU…HALFA….! - said the hellish dog as it started to rot on the spot.
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All present saw how the creature began to melt until it was no more than a pile of greenish bones. Seeing the monster dead and the mobster in equal conditions Jazz sigh in relieve as she sat on a nearby tomb, her eyes gaze upon the flying hero who in turn stare at her.
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- "You're gonna have to come with us for questioning"- said policeman as he took hold of Jazz gun.
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Only nodding in agreement, the private investigator tried to get up from her sit, yet her legs refuse to obey her, she explain that she was far too tired to even get up, her adrenaline rush had vanished and her body felt as heavy as truck.
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Her attention was drawn back to the hero who was now gliding down towards her, its green eyes glow eerily within the hoodie, the officer step aside as Phantom softly landed in front of Jazz, she was without words as the hooded ghost gently lifted her chin with just the tip of its fingers.
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- "Are you ok?"- question the hooded ghost with a childlike voice.
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It caught the woman off guard to hear such a small and sweet voice coming from someone who just fought a walking horror show, she could only whimper a simple "yes," in matter of seconds dozens of news reporters started to gather around the Jazz and Phantom.
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Everyone gasps as hooded ghost remove his hood revealing his child face and snow-white hair along those strange eerie green glowing eyes. The reporters were fast to start asking question, such as "where you come from?" and "what are your intentions?" though they still kept a healthy distance from Phantom who hadn't remove his eyes from the red hair woman.
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- "That's good to know officer… take care"- said Phantom as he took into the skies.
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More question came from the reporters, "are you a human or a ghost?" Phantom just shrug while saying he didn't know, but most silly question was - "are you a boy or a girl or are…"-
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- "I'm a boy"- said Phantom cutting off the reporter, without anymore words he rush away and disappear into the dark skies. Jazz soon pass out making the police call the paramedics.
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Much later that night in the top floor of an eight stories building that had a large blue neon sign that read "Vladco industries," was the blonde mafia boss sited in front of a man in his mid-forties, his white hair contrasted with his black designer suit, the man remains in silence as he pet his white cat.
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- "So, you tried to do such a big deal without mister Vlad's permission and clearly disrespecting our corporation"- said a very young girl with peach dusty skin and long black hair she was no older than fourteen at best.
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She wore black dress skirt and a dress vest of the same color, a pair of matching high heel, it wasn't the kind of clothes a normal teenager would wear but the blond mafia boss was more interested the long sharp blade the girl was playing with.
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- "We never tried to undermine you, mister Vlad. I can assure you that Oli was going to give you, your shared, swear to god, it was that redheaded bitch, it all her fault"- pleaded the woman.
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Vlad got up from his chair and walk over to the window, "do it" said the man.
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A few seconds later a gurgling sound was being made as the teen was cutting the woman's throat. The girl snaps her fingers as she orders some nearby goons to take to body away while she began to clean her blade.
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- "Don't forget to put the rose"- order the girl as she continue - "Want me to talk with this redhead?"-
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- "No, besides I doubt she took the cash, anyhow it wasn't our money to begin with, I think she deserves it."- said Vlad as he let go of his cat, - "it's getting late, let's go to bed, Danielle."
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The girl smirk as she put her hand on her hip, "to sleep or to…."
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"You know the answer for that question" – reply the man as he walks inside the bedroom.
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- "You got it"- reply the Danielle as she follows inside while removing her outfit.
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To be continue