Lilitha-Star: oooh, thankies for noticing the clip thingy for me. It seemed while I was editing the fic I mistakenly threw the word out the window. But no fear, I went to look for it and successfully found it…. now its safely put on a leash…. with me along with it….
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Legacy of Kain
Though I would surely love to
For everything would go down the drain
If Eidos would have me sued
Chapter2
The Company of the Righteous
Nosgoth lay serene in the warm rays of the immerging sun as the night's last shade mellowed to an end. People were awake now running along the streets with there steadfast lives. Energy seems to course through all the citizens today…well…most, lest to say.
May lay fast asleep on her bed unaware that she was late-again-for work. Her head was dangerously situated a few feet from the solid ground while her legs were at a different angle intertwined on the front bedpost. It was obvious that if she were to wake up it would be with more than a headache or backache. As she snored loudly oblivious to her dilemma the phone rang….arousing the girl from her torpor. Her eyes immediately shot open, her legs leaving the support of the bedpost allowing her to fall towards her inevitable doom. A dull thunk was heard followed by incomprehensible curses directed to the caller. She slowly stood up and shook her head to get rid of her stupor, her eyes dangerously giving the phone a reprehensible look. May held up the receiver and roared…gently…..
……WHO THE HELL IN HIS RIGHT MIND WOULD CALL AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR!….
Silence was her only answer…with a mild hiss of sorts…
" YOU BETTER GET YOUR SORRY EXCUSE FOR A BUTT RIGHT HERE IN THE NEXT 15 MINUTES OR YOU WILL BE RELEGATED TO A RANK PITIED UPON EVEN BY RATS!"
May stupidly kept gawking at nothing in particular with the receiver still in her hand, the voice on the other end- as well as her own- long gone. She put the phone down and looked at her clock.
It was 11.00 a.m.
….Oops…
May woke up in an unkempt manner as usual. She made her way to the kitchen to make herself a nice cup of coffee. Her eyes darted to the window as she was sipping her hot drink, thinking she saw something. She dismissed those thoughts as being due to her still soporific mind.
Man….its going to be a bad day….
Although I appear to inacquiece to his orders, I would in the end comply to his command….I'd be a fool not to. But it is my demeanor that he liked in the first place. Besides…..he looks so adorable when he's trying his best not to strangle me….
May made her way to the police department in exactly 13 minutes. Her boss would surely be more than mad this time due to her tardiness. Though she knew in a way she would put a smile to his face. She quickly shuddered to that thought.
…..These fangs freak the hell out of me…..
She walked over to the elevator quick as not to miss it.
She missed it.
Not because she did not run fast enough. Not because the person inside tried to ignore her by looking at the mirror so as not to push the open door switch for her – though she had to admit she was one of those people-….She stopped because a hand was on her shirt collar …as if hanging to dear life.
……Oh Dear……..
There was only one person with a grasp such as that, though she tried all her might so as not to 'bump' her way with his, but alas her attempts were futile. You guessed it. It was her old dear Boss.
D/Chief Dumah let out a snarl, " Would you explain to me Detective, the reason for your inability to perform a simple task such as, let's say, coming for work on time?"
May slowly turned her head trying her best to give a convincing 'alibi'…
" Ummm…Diarrhea?"
"Into my office, Detective."
May let out a sigh in defeat.
" You don't have to be so stroppy, Boss, I mean I wasn't that late. A couple of hours won't end the world…."
Dumah ran his claws on his face slowly, signifying his irritation.
"Detective, there are certain rules that we should abide by…" He explained for the millionth time.
" Fine, fine, you win. I'm an immature brat and my duty from now on is to show up early for work and on time."
" I hope you're not making fun of me."
"Boss, look me in the eyes and see if I'd be capable of such a thing."
"Yes you are." He said bluntly.
…..Damn…..
May looked taken aback, " Why, Boss…how could you say that…I mean you've known me the past two years and I'm sure we have some kind of detective-boss bond going on or whatever…you just can't….I mean we have been through a lot…and I'm very disappointed that you would think of me in such a way. That is so cruel of you."
"Exactly." He said plainly.
"Hey…you don't mean that…do you Boss?"
Dumah just smiled.
"You're pulling my leg aren't you!" the truth finally dawning on her.
Dumah laughed, " Took you long enough."
May slid down her chair crossing her arms like a defeated child, mumbling.
"I'm not talking to you anymore…you're being awkward to deal with today."
That made Dumah laugh even harder.
May was surprised when she and Dumah were called at a crime scene in the most posh residences of Nosgoth. Murder was very rare in these parts. Dumah drove with May to the area where the murder was reported. May stared in awe at the classy neighborhood they were passing through. Never in her life has she seen something so….grand.
Dumah gave a smirk, " Don't tell me you haven't been to these parts."
May gave him a scornful look, " Don't tell me that you have been to these parts."
Dumah chuckled to that, "No I guess I have not."
" SCORE!" May said triumphantly.
The house was big. May looked out of the car's window as it parked down the street.
……..This place is like a mansion…….
" I want you to take care of everything while I'm gone." Dumah said bluntly.
"Where are you going of to?"
"I don't have to answer that. I'm your boss."
May got out of the car grudgingly, "That's so unfair….you can't use your controlling influence on me!"
"I just did." Dumah said elatedly
The house had windows…so many windows that May was not able to count without getting dizzy after reaching the number ten. The roof seemed to be tiled with some expensive material that she did not now of. The same could be said with the house walls, probably the reason on why the paint did not crack from having to stare at the sun too long. May took another pace on the marble steps that lead to the house.
….Impressive…
May made her way into the house. The owners appeared to have aesthetic taste; for everything here seemed to be placed in an orderly fashion sense. She wondered if all the rooms were furnished in the same style. May observed her environment trying to find something out of place that might aid in the solving of this case. She then made her way to the room that held the corpse. She asked one of the investigators to lead her to where the body was, she pointed to a room where now a couple of officers were already taking photographs of the area.
A body lay in the middle of the room with nothing but a bathrobe. May examined the body closely. It appeared to be a human female, in her mid 40's, with short brown hair. The victim seemed to have been strangled as indicated by her blue lips and bruised neck. Her blue eyes open wide in horror -probably to the certainty of her death- devoid of life.
May stood up to look at her surroundings. She noticed it was more like an office than a room of this household. Books were neatly put away in their respective places, a laptop rested on a mahogany colored table. A few family pictures were scattered about randomly in the room. May assumed that this room is somewhat of an office room where the victim's husband would work and retreat to peacefully. May turned her attention to the victim's spouse, a Mr. Colt Sanders. She observed him to be a human male around his early 50's with black hair and brown eyes. He seemed distraught over the death of his wife. For a moment May felt sympathetic but he was still a suspect. She slowly strode towards him intending to question him. He was just finishing out a statement with a patrol sergeant as May made her way to him. The man turned to see her coming; he had a sad smile on his face.
" I assume you have more questions for me, Detective."
She looked at him in amazement as to how he knew she was a detective, " How did you know I was one?"
He smiled again, "I noticed how you were observing the crime scene over there."
May laughed lightly, " I see you have quite an insight, you should work for us."
He suddenly looked melancholic as his eyes shifted to where his wife lay, " I don't think I will be doing anything anytime soon."
May felt bad about all this but she still needed answers. " I'm very sorry sir for the loss of your wife but I still need to ask you a few questions…"
His eyes darted back to her, " Of course, please, ask whatever you want."
May interrogated him over the essentials, as to where he was at the time of the murder. It seemed that Mr. Colt was taking a bath upstairs while his wife was murdered.
…..Well….He does smell nice….
She mentally slapped herself at that thought trying not to lose concentration to what Mr. Colt was saying. May had to admit that he was cute and nobody as adorable as that would be able to commit such a hideous crime for no reason.
Ah…a reason for the crime…" Mr. Colt, did your wife have anyone that might have an advantage to her death, an enemy, a business associate or something of the sorts?"
Mr. Colt hesitated with his answer, " No, I don't believe she has."
…..Bingo…..
As soon as May was noting that fact down, a young man in his early twenties came through the door. He was sporting what seemed to be a biker's jacket along with leather pants and boots. He looked to Mr. Colt, his eyes demanding an answer.
" Detective May, I wish to introduce you to my son."
May turned to look at the boy. His hair was disheveled in an unkempt manner. A few bangs fell delicately in front of his hazelnut colored eyes, which were oddly devoid of compassion. She also noticed that he has numerous piercings on both his left and right ear. May inwardly sighed as he smirked at her and offered his hand, " The name's Derrick, a pleasure to meet you Detective."
May regained her cool composure as she said, " The pleasure is all mine."
Mr. Colt coughed to remind the two of the current situation. He looked to the floor but directed his words to his son, " Derrick, your mother…she was….murdered."
Derrick did not even flinch to the news. His face did not show any kind of emotion…only indifference. He simply said, " She was not my mother."
