A/N Thought I would add some dark mystery, enjoy good people and onwards we go!
Chapter 29 Can't stop at one
I tried to stop, I really did but after Emma, I couldn't control it. In the middle of the afternoon, I was practically invisible, sitting on my park bench watching the candy go by. I was about to get one and then I saw her, still as beautiful as ever, walking with determination past the alley. Her oval face broke into a wild grin, her ivory hands brushed strands of black and silver ringlets out of her face. Just looking at her, I started to salvulate, she was still beautiful even if she was older now. I drank her in, my sweet Iziah all by her lonesome and ready for the taking. I felt my legs starting to move towards her but a loud voice stopped me. Someone shouted out to her and I halted in my tracks. Searing anger rushed throughout me, they talked for a moment and then she got inside and they drove away. They passed me, neither of them even noticed I was there, Mr Invisible. I was still angry at her, how dare she got into his car? Iziah was mine, didn't she remember that? I let myself calm down, there would be plenty of time to remind Iziah who she belonged too. Right now, the urge was getting to strong to resist, I needed one now before I lost it completely. I looked at my watch, school had been let out a while ago now, it was a matter of time before one came my way and if not then maybe I should just go hunting. Un-seen I went to an alley, the hobo lying in a mess of his own urine and booze threw me for a second. Hobo or not, if he was in the alley, he would be a witness, he needed to leave and now.
"Hey, what you doing in here?" He looked up at me, eyes glassy and filled with question, he tried to stand up but only suceeded in falling over. I helped him up, keeping my hands to myself as much as possible, I reminded myself that he was a hobo, no one would believe him, still I needed him to leave. I stuffed some bills into his hands,
"Whats that for?" He eyed me with suspect, no one gave money to bums, they only got told to get a fucking job.
"You look like you could use a drink, wanna get me one as well?"
He gave me a crooked grin, finally pulling himself up he stumbled out of my hiding spot. I watched him stumble across the street, dodging traffic and random people. I stood by the corner where I couldn't be seen and just watched, I made sure that I was covered, I couldn't let the next scratch me, not like last time. Luckily for me, I could conceal it but still if nosy people started asking questions I could be discovered. It washed over me until it was pounding in my skull and then I saw her, a true thing of beauty, I willed her to pass my alley, the hobo would be back any moment and I needed her like I needed air. The scene flashed before me, I knew I was acting, but still it was like I was watching from outside my body. I grabbed her, shushed her mouth, pulled down her shorts, rammed inside and claimed her as mine. I savoured her for as long as I could before giving her a lollipop and heading on my way. Now that I had one, I wasn't so eager to stop, I had missed it more than I realised.
"Hey man! You want your booze" Frank the hobo stumbled back to the alley, it had taken a while but finally he got what he asked for, shop assistants were all the same, saying no because he smelled, telling him to move on, his money which was probably stolen anyway, wasn't welcome in their shops, it took some pleading but finally convinced some guy to go in and buy it for him. Frank only wanted to sit down and drink his booze, his 'buyer' wasn't there but huddled in the mess was something moving. Frank settled down in his favourite spot and opened his bottle, harsh liquid trailed down his throat, he had been drinking for so long that the burn had vanished some time ago. The mess moved again, a little whimper made him nudge it with his foot. Frank got up, his bottle forgotten for a moment, he got up, still stumbling and shaking, carefully he waded through the trash wondering what he was going to find, "Whoa!" Frank jumped back against the wall, the booze haze quickly clearing, down in his trash pile was a brunette ten year old, bleeding from a place where no young-one should be bleeding, at least not yet. She yelped at her discovery, Frank collapsed against the wall, wondering what the hell was going on. They locked eyes and for a moment time slowed down, scared girl looked at the drunk hobo. Frank inched towards her making her scream and crawl away, her shorts pulled up and that lollipop still clutched in her hands making her knuckles go white.
"Its ok, I'm not gonna hurt you" Frank said gently stopping his moving, long before being a drunk hobo overtook his life, Frank was a cop, he tried to sort it all out in his head but the lifetime of booze was making everything hazy. "My name is Frank, whats yours?"
"Les-Les-Leslie" She stuttered out, dropping the lollipop. Fresh tears ran down her face making the hobo want to comfort her, but he couldn't.
"Leslie, what happened to you?"
"He hurt me, the man in the alley, he hurt me bad" Leslie couldn't stop crying and everything was swirling for both the drunk hobo and the shattered ten year old. Frank stumbled back to the shop, he told Leslie to stay where she was, he would get something to make her feel better, Leslie was too scared too move.
"Hey man I need some help!"
"I told you, I'm not selling to you!" The disgruntled shop keeper yelled at him, he didn't care who Frank used to be, it was who he was now that made the shop keep turn him away, a drunk with stolen money wasn't welcome in his store.
"Theres a little girl, in the alley, bleedin, I think she was raped, she's hurt bad, you gotta call someone!" Frank pleaded leaning against a shelf of chippies and knocking it over, "Please! You gotta help her!"
"Get outta my store Frank!" He yelled jumping over the counter and grabbing the smelly man by his scruffy neck, "Get out!"
"But you gotta help Leslie! She's bleeding!" Tears came from his dark eyes now, why was no one listening to him? It wasn't about him or even about his booze, it was about the little girl in the alley scared out of her mind. The shop keep stopped and looked at Frank, wondering whether or not to believe him, Frank had tried usual tricks to get his booze, but something about the pleading and tears made him stop, he called to assistant Mary-Anne to take over, and with Frank he went into the alley, for himself he saw the young girl, bleeding and scared than ever.
"Jesus Frank, what did you do?"
"I did nothing! You have to call the police!"
I wasn't too thrilled about the call I got, apparently relaxing wasn't an option and I was urgently needed. Pulling on my coat I headed over to fifth alley, another victim had been found, thankfully there was a witness, a drunk hobo didn't give me much hope but still I'll take what I can get. I pulled my dark hair into a pony tail and proceeded to my hobo witness.
"What do you want?" The rookie cop taking the bums statement, I was new and apparently un-welcome, he could kiss my ass, I was here to do a job and I was gonna do it. I thrust a doughnut at him like the pathetic lapdog he was,
"Why don't you piss off and leave the police work to real officers."
He huffed an insult at me before leaving, he wasn't doing anything but messing up my investigation.
"Wanna tell me what happened?"
He looked at me, peircing eyes may be glazed by booze but his mind was still there, "You don't look like a cop"
"FBI, wanna tell me what happened?"
He ran a hand over his dark face, tired eyes now greeted me, "I didn't do nothing"
"I know you didn't," Two rapes of little girls didn't happen at the hands of hobos, the only thing he wanted was another drink, little girls weren't known for having acess to booze, no booze, no interest. "I just wanna know what happened"
He stumbled back to his wall and slumped down, the hobo would never forget that scared, bleeding little girl. "I used to be a cop, then I was forced off the beat, turned to nothing" He shook his head, a broken ex-cop, hopefully the brain cells weren't too dead to tell me something. Anything.
"Guy came into my alley, looked real nervous, gave me some money, told me to buy some booze. When I came back, the little girl was in the heap and she was bleeding. Is she gonna be alright?"
"Describe what this nervous guy looked like?"
He scrunched his face up, trying to remember, "I don't know"
"Tell me something, was he black? White? Asian? Tall? Short? Fat?"
"White. I think. Tall. I think"
I let out an annoyed grunt, that didn't tell me anything especially since he said 'I think' meaning he didn't really remember.
"It was weird though"
"What was?"
"He was wearing a suit, it was weird not many people wear suits in this town. I mean look at you Mr FBI man, your not in a suit"
"A suit?"
He nodded, that he was sure of, "A gray suit and it had an emblem on it"
"What kind of emblem? Describe it"
He shrugged, "Can't."
Hope failed me, a small lead put out before I even could investigate it.
"I could draw it, you got pen and paper?"
I handed him my pad and with concentration he drew something, "I'm not artist but thats what it looked like"
"Thanks, hey don't go too far, we might need to ask you some more questions"
He gave a small laugh before slumping back to his hole, "I'm a hobo man, I ain't going no where." He looked up at me, "Is Leslie gonna be ok?"
Pysically she would be, doctors had cleaned her up and she'll heal, but mentally and emotionally, I wasn't so sure, as of right now her childhood had been stolen and that wasn't something she would get back. I patted his shoulder with comfort, "We'll do everything we can for Leslie."
As I walked back to the hunt of this bastard, I vowed to catch him. I looked to the emblem again, my search had been narrowed down to the local high school. Finally I was getting somewhere.
A/N Hows that for a slice of fried gold? All mysteries will be revealed soon, but first some light to fight the dark, Onwards Tonto!
