Chapter 3
by Jamie
Marilin sauntered out into the sunlight of the crowded sidewalk, her nose raising the collar of her long black coat. The man from before staggered out after her, still attempting to remove the blood from his hands, cursing like as sailor.
"Shut-it Alan." she said, almost lazily, over her shoulder. He grunted in frustration but quit his fussing.
"Alright, what next?" she asked, beginning to walk with the crowd. Out of nowhere, he conjured a clip board heavily laden with papers. He squinted at the papers and dug some half spectacles and placed them on his nose.
"ER—right, here we are…oh wait, he's dead…OK…" he ripped the paper off and threw it over his shoulder where it burst into flames.
"Uhm, we could; nope, dead." repeated the process several times over. He hurriedly flipped through the pile.
"ER—I do think… thaaat…" his head snapped up, squinting up at her. "All dead!" he said, happily. She ignored him and continued forward. Alan hurried up next to her.
"ER—ma'me…that is good, isn't it?"
Silence.
"I mean, you've cleared the bounty lists! All five of them! That must have been, oh, a thousand kills easily!" "Hmm…" she took a sudden turn to the left and continued down a dark ally-way. Alan surrled1 behind.
"Ma'me? Er—Marilin?"
"I still haven't cleared Marious' bounty"
"But Ma'me! The Charmed Three! You can't be serious—they've been on the list for years! You can't just—" But she had vanished in a snap of green smoke.
"Damn it… I hate when she does that." He murmmered to himself.
1 I'm not sure what this is Jamie wrote this part.