Like a hell family.
Chapter 4: A little rest.
He pushed the door of his house; very carefully, because it was an old door, it creaked and he didn't wanted to wake his family up. It was very late. Another evening in the office. In his job there were no rest. He was a cop but not those are on the crime's scene or those in the street. Him, he worked in the "disappearance service", he took care principally of young people between fifteen and twenty five years. Him and his co-workers have divided the cases up like that, because that was more simple 'cause we don't search with the same way a kid about seventeen years and a guy about forty years.
Every evening like this one in coming back at home he ran kissed his children, his son and his daughter who were sleeping peacefully in their beds.
He had listened all the evening the complaining of a father, looking the pictures of his missing daughter. A cute girl, her sister was pretty, hot had thought Henri but the idea had quickly passed when he saw the young woman's eyes shining and moist with fear and angst.
How somebody could do harm a kid? And why? Henry didn't understand especially when he looked to his little girl Claire, sleeping her doll kept close to her heart. That made him sick. He went downstairs and helped him a glass of scotch and then drank it lying in the couch. His wife appeared in the top of the stairs:
- "Henri?! It's you?!"
- "Well yes. Who do you think that can be? I come in one minute come back in bed, honey"
She disappeared in the first floor. His wife was happy that he worked in the "disappearance service" that was less dangerous well not all the time.
One time he had found a young woman but she didn't wanted to come back home so panicked she had pushed him in the stairs and in hearing the noise of the body hurting the floor she had screamed alerting all the area. He got out of with broken leg and some cracked ribs. It was unusual. He had took advantage of his obliged vacation for be with his kids. God, if he loses them that would kill him, just thought about that he helped him another glass of scotch. His wife reappeared in the stairs:
- "You can make the trashes outside?"
- "Yeah, go to sleep or you gonna be dead beat tomorrow"
- "You are good?" She was worried when he came back late like that, that meant he had a hard case and he was really affected by that. She knew that he didn't ever chuck in his job just for the pleasure to see the faces of the parents or friends when he said to them "we found your son or friend", but the price was rude to pay because they found one people on ten, so for one family happy that was nine who implored the return of their nearest and dearest.
- "Yes, Im alright, sweeter, go"
She went upstairs again and shut her door, it cracked too. Tomorrow it was his day off he'll lubricate all the doors.
In fact he had a good day before the last case because he had finally found a good tip about several of his cases. He progressed in an investigation and been surprised more and more as the information arrived at him.
But he had to stop to think about that until after tomorrow. He gonna finished his scotch, make the trashes outside, kiss his children and rejoin his wife for pass a wonderful night like all was since he had the pleasant perfume of his wife's hair that covered his visage. He smiled don't need to finish the scotch, he rushed in the kitchen took the trashes and went outside closing the door softly. He went in the path and put the trashes in the trash can. He stayed here some minutes taking fresh air.
Suddenly he felt something caught him by his throat. That squeezed more and more. He got his hands at his throat, it was like a thread. When he looked he saw blood, his blood. He didn't even have the time to understand that he had been cutting when he fell on the floor beside the trash can. His tongue out of his mouth and his eyes opened.
Eyes that saw the murderer but that couldn't say to anybody, anymore...
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- "Eh! Great bum!!" screamed a guy apparently smashed.
She passed front of him and continued her way. That was not the kind of girl who lets people tread on her toes but two years in jail had knock some sense in her head. Now she looked at things in perspective, letting glide all the turds of this world like water off a duck's back. And she didn't have the right to complain after all that she done, aggression, insults, make team with a crazy mayor who wanted controlled the world and other but the worst, the stuff that hurt her stomach before falling asleep it was the guy she killed . She saw every night again and again his face implored her with a glare.
It's for that she left Sunnydale, she had helped Buffy in spite of the hatred of this last that was entirely justified. She couldn't stay on the hell mouth or else it would have engulfed her. Every place of this town had a bad souvenir to spit on Faith's face.
So she had wandered looking for her way but she didn't find it. She came back to L.A. City of angels, besides she knew one.
She didn't know why she was come back. Or rather yes, she wanted to ask to Wesley to be her watcher again but she was afraid to ask. He had changed a lot after his meddle with Angel, he was different now. She thought that the fact he had helped them to fight the beast would have brought together him and his team but no. After that Angelus had killed Lilah and that Gunn be for him definitely hostile after have broke with Fred, he went away of them more and more.
Or maybe she was afraid, because it was her who had changed. She had difficulties to imagine her like the little perfect Buffy bringing back her report to Giles about her last patrol all the morning like a dog brings the paper.
So in waiting she stayed in the background, she walked to time in time in the town killing the vampires she found on her way but she had difficulties to believe it was she was supposed to do till her death. She took care to avoid Angel and his crew.
She arrived at her motel; Giles had given to her some money for take the train but she had made hitch and kept the money for took the room during one month. The stuff was that made one month she was here so she had to go. Anyway that was not so bad the motel was tatty. She was decided to go see Wesley and to ask to Angel to put her up some time. That was hard because she had horror to ask help.
She arrived to her door. She touched the handle but the door opened alone:
- "Great!"
Somebody swiped her stuff:
- "Well. I gonna take less time than expected for unpack"
Not that she had a lot of stuff, but Buffy's little sister had given to her some clothes. She was the only who were nice with her in Sunnydale. Buffy was scornful and this other girl Anya too but that was normal Faith had sleep with the boyfriends of the both.
She went outside and crossed the alley again.
- "Hoo! But it's she likes us the little bitch" said the smashed guy when she arrived to his side.
Faith approached to him and shocked him one.
Okay she had passed two years in jail and all, but there are limits.
T.B.C......
Chapter 4: A little rest.
He pushed the door of his house; very carefully, because it was an old door, it creaked and he didn't wanted to wake his family up. It was very late. Another evening in the office. In his job there were no rest. He was a cop but not those are on the crime's scene or those in the street. Him, he worked in the "disappearance service", he took care principally of young people between fifteen and twenty five years. Him and his co-workers have divided the cases up like that, because that was more simple 'cause we don't search with the same way a kid about seventeen years and a guy about forty years.
Every evening like this one in coming back at home he ran kissed his children, his son and his daughter who were sleeping peacefully in their beds.
He had listened all the evening the complaining of a father, looking the pictures of his missing daughter. A cute girl, her sister was pretty, hot had thought Henri but the idea had quickly passed when he saw the young woman's eyes shining and moist with fear and angst.
How somebody could do harm a kid? And why? Henry didn't understand especially when he looked to his little girl Claire, sleeping her doll kept close to her heart. That made him sick. He went downstairs and helped him a glass of scotch and then drank it lying in the couch. His wife appeared in the top of the stairs:
- "Henri?! It's you?!"
- "Well yes. Who do you think that can be? I come in one minute come back in bed, honey"
She disappeared in the first floor. His wife was happy that he worked in the "disappearance service" that was less dangerous well not all the time.
One time he had found a young woman but she didn't wanted to come back home so panicked she had pushed him in the stairs and in hearing the noise of the body hurting the floor she had screamed alerting all the area. He got out of with broken leg and some cracked ribs. It was unusual. He had took advantage of his obliged vacation for be with his kids. God, if he loses them that would kill him, just thought about that he helped him another glass of scotch. His wife reappeared in the stairs:
- "You can make the trashes outside?"
- "Yeah, go to sleep or you gonna be dead beat tomorrow"
- "You are good?" She was worried when he came back late like that, that meant he had a hard case and he was really affected by that. She knew that he didn't ever chuck in his job just for the pleasure to see the faces of the parents or friends when he said to them "we found your son or friend", but the price was rude to pay because they found one people on ten, so for one family happy that was nine who implored the return of their nearest and dearest.
- "Yes, Im alright, sweeter, go"
She went upstairs again and shut her door, it cracked too. Tomorrow it was his day off he'll lubricate all the doors.
In fact he had a good day before the last case because he had finally found a good tip about several of his cases. He progressed in an investigation and been surprised more and more as the information arrived at him.
But he had to stop to think about that until after tomorrow. He gonna finished his scotch, make the trashes outside, kiss his children and rejoin his wife for pass a wonderful night like all was since he had the pleasant perfume of his wife's hair that covered his visage. He smiled don't need to finish the scotch, he rushed in the kitchen took the trashes and went outside closing the door softly. He went in the path and put the trashes in the trash can. He stayed here some minutes taking fresh air.
Suddenly he felt something caught him by his throat. That squeezed more and more. He got his hands at his throat, it was like a thread. When he looked he saw blood, his blood. He didn't even have the time to understand that he had been cutting when he fell on the floor beside the trash can. His tongue out of his mouth and his eyes opened.
Eyes that saw the murderer but that couldn't say to anybody, anymore...
___________________________________________________
- "Eh! Great bum!!" screamed a guy apparently smashed.
She passed front of him and continued her way. That was not the kind of girl who lets people tread on her toes but two years in jail had knock some sense in her head. Now she looked at things in perspective, letting glide all the turds of this world like water off a duck's back. And she didn't have the right to complain after all that she done, aggression, insults, make team with a crazy mayor who wanted controlled the world and other but the worst, the stuff that hurt her stomach before falling asleep it was the guy she killed . She saw every night again and again his face implored her with a glare.
It's for that she left Sunnydale, she had helped Buffy in spite of the hatred of this last that was entirely justified. She couldn't stay on the hell mouth or else it would have engulfed her. Every place of this town had a bad souvenir to spit on Faith's face.
So she had wandered looking for her way but she didn't find it. She came back to L.A. City of angels, besides she knew one.
She didn't know why she was come back. Or rather yes, she wanted to ask to Wesley to be her watcher again but she was afraid to ask. He had changed a lot after his meddle with Angel, he was different now. She thought that the fact he had helped them to fight the beast would have brought together him and his team but no. After that Angelus had killed Lilah and that Gunn be for him definitely hostile after have broke with Fred, he went away of them more and more.
Or maybe she was afraid, because it was her who had changed. She had difficulties to imagine her like the little perfect Buffy bringing back her report to Giles about her last patrol all the morning like a dog brings the paper.
So in waiting she stayed in the background, she walked to time in time in the town killing the vampires she found on her way but she had difficulties to believe it was she was supposed to do till her death. She took care to avoid Angel and his crew.
She arrived at her motel; Giles had given to her some money for take the train but she had made hitch and kept the money for took the room during one month. The stuff was that made one month she was here so she had to go. Anyway that was not so bad the motel was tatty. She was decided to go see Wesley and to ask to Angel to put her up some time. That was hard because she had horror to ask help.
She arrived to her door. She touched the handle but the door opened alone:
- "Great!"
Somebody swiped her stuff:
- "Well. I gonna take less time than expected for unpack"
Not that she had a lot of stuff, but Buffy's little sister had given to her some clothes. She was the only who were nice with her in Sunnydale. Buffy was scornful and this other girl Anya too but that was normal Faith had sleep with the boyfriends of the both.
She went outside and crossed the alley again.
- "Hoo! But it's she likes us the little bitch" said the smashed guy when she arrived to his side.
Faith approached to him and shocked him one.
Okay she had passed two years in jail and all, but there are limits.
T.B.C......