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Just to warn you guys that this chapter is only 773 words long.

The Pier (Part 2)

Three men waiting in a car watched the chaos at the Pier from a safe distance. After two minutes, an ambulance left the scene. Thirty minutes later, a police car drove away. Two more police cars stayed at the Pier, as if waiting for something. The men in the car were guessing the forensics team or the divers. The police always needed divers at the Pier.

"This wouldn't happen if I hadn't had to bail you two morons from jail," seethed one of the men, the tall, thin, dark one. He was dressed in leather shirt and pants, with a long black coat. He had a black beret on and was wearing circular framed spectacles. He was tapping the floor of the car with his ornamented walking stick. His words were directed to the other two men, Horace and Pollock Stabbingtons, large and tall they were, but clearly in subordination to the latter.

"Sorry, Doc! We didn't know what happened. Everything was going according to plan and suddenly the guards were on us," one of the two men offered an explanation. But the tall man in beret and spectacles, Doctor Facilier was not listening.

"Shush!" The doctor signalled. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

"To the water! To the water!"He commanded.

"We can't go there! The police are all over the place!" Pollock exclaimed incredulously.

"To the other edge! I will summon the currents to bring her there."

"Her?"

"Quick! Drive to the Northern Pier!"

Horace started the engine and drove.

When they reached the Northern Pier, the doctor strode to the edge of the platform. He stood at the edge and asked for one of the men to hold out his hand to him. Pollock did it. Dr. Facilier unsheathed his walking stick, which turned out to be slim sword in a wooden sheath. With one swish of the blade of his walking stick on Pollock's outstretched palm, he got the blood that he needed to be slivered on an amulet in his hand. He chanted an incantation.

Deadly waves of the sea

Bring the dead to me.

Something shook in the dark waters.

"What?" Pollock and Horace gasped. They saw dark hands emerging from the water, as if the waves were made of hands and within the cradle of their rotting flesh, was the body of a woman dressed in heavy floating attire. Her face was white and blue, her eyes and mouth were open. The dark hands of the waves carried the woman to the edge of the water till it reached the part where there was a vertical metal ladder from under the water leading up to the platform.

"Quick! Take her!" Facilier ordered the Stabbingtons. Pollock climbed down the ladder and held the body by the shoulders. With great effort, he pulled the body up. Horace took the body from Pollock as he reached the top part of the ladder. They laid the body on the concrete.

"It's her! It's the old lady who was looking for her daughter," Pollock exclaimed.

Dr. Facilier's face twisted angrily. He wasn't thinking about pity or vengeance. He was thinking of an opportunity lost. The girl with the reality-bending power over the written words had escaped both the Stabbingtons and Gothel, his foolish ally. Worse, the only link he had on the girl, Gothel herself, is dead.

"She's been betrayed. We must right the wrong. You two will be paid handsomely if you assist me in reuniting this woman with her missing daughter," said Dr. Facilier, a plan quickly unfolding in his mind.

"But she's already dead!" Horace exclaimed.

"That will not be a problem if she knew someone with friends on the other side," Dr. Facilier said, stroking his chin.

"And if we don't?" Quite stupidly, Pollock asked.

"You're going to suffer a fate worse than death. Do you dare to decline someone who has the power to bring back the dead?"

The two went quiet, until Horace spoke again.

"So, we're guessing that you're going to stay in Corona City for a while?"

"Make that a semester. Gentlemen, I have landed myself a teaching gig at the University."

"What?"

"I have a doctorate anyway," Dr. Facilier said as he swung his sheathed walking stick cum sword.

"In what?"

"Ethnic Mysticism. That is an important branch in the study of cultural anthropology. But you two won't know anything about it, I presume. What a pity."

The woman's cold body was put in the trunk and the car sped into the night. The team of divers arrived a few minutes later after the body they were going to search for was well out of reach.