Chapter Three

The Clouded Intuition

The city was not as busy anymore. These murders were getting more and more common, almost scary to believe. Leaving the safety of his home, Jizabel wanted to find out more of this murderous villian. As far as he was concerned, he was certain that the killer appeared in populated areas. That made since, and if this man continued, he would wipe out the majority of the population.

"So, if I want to find this man, I'll need to locate a populated area." Jizabel pondered the thought, and this was harder than it seemed. The bar, the church, and the foster home were the current locations, so what could be next? The train station was a good one, but the papers say that a maniac had appeared there before the bar shooting, warning everyone to get out. So the killer wouldn't be there. What else was a populated area?

Walking the streets alone, he kept thinking. The only areas that came into mind were the ones already used for this blood spill. Thinking now would be a good time to rest his legs, Jizabel seated himself on a bench, just outside the local train station. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, or would of noticed the woman sitting next to him. Glancing up quickly, he noticed her.

"Oh, sorry ma'am. I didn't know you were sitting here." he said, letting a tiny smile smear his lips, but faded away quickly. The woman turned to him, almost frightened. She too, didn't notice him.

"Oh, no! Not all! Please, mind your own business." she said, selecting her every word carefully. Jizabel watched her every movement. Strange he had thought. She wasn't like most women he had seen. He hair was messy, and short at that. A bright candy apple green colour, and it wasn't hair dye, or a wig. Her eyes were alined with red eyeliner, making her already red eyes standing out. She wore a large dress, adorend with browns, yellows, and pinks. She was like a cupcake almost. Her gloved hands were fidgetting with something on her leg, underneath her skirt. Jizabel thought it was her stocking, but this woman wore boots, that didn't match her dress. Her legs were bare as well. What was she messing with so much? He could ask the girl, but that would seem rude, and she told him to mind his business, but strangly, this turned into his business.

Worry frenzied into his head too quickly. The disguise was suppose to only be a look, not a complete act. Now that player four had arrived, Tokage had to keep a very low profile. This disguise was sure to fail, after all, he didn't even sound like a woman to begin with! He also quit fidgeting with his gun, which was strapped onto his leg. How would he handle without hearing that lovely clicking sound? He had to think of something to keep this act up, or Jizabel was sure to know it was him. Plus, he had to make him leave within a fifteen mintues of time. He couldn't miss his cue. So he started thinking, and one thought came into mind. Maybe...just a little more lady acting will do the trick.

Jizabel had turned away and was gazing at the trains going in and out of the station. This was his chance. Good thing Tokage wasn't completely clueless. Reaching inside the little hand bag he carried, he grabbed some powder, and attempted powdering his noise, but he really had no clue how. Putting the powder away, he released the real act he knew how to do, but, it'll be harder this time. He never used it on a man before...

"Excuse me sir, I didn't catch your name?" she said, her voice sounding sweet, like a symphony. Jizabel turned around quickly, taken aback by her apple red eyes. He never noticed how beautiful they had looked, but they had memorized him.

"Um...Jizabel, my lady." he said, gasping to catching his breath at every word. She giggled quietly, and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing their lips close. He could smell it. The sweet perfume she wore, and the scent of her lip gloss;Cherry cinnamon. He didn't know what to do, should he wrap his arms around her as well, or leave them, hanging lifeless at his sides.

"My name is Tokalily, I am a mistress of Likrelo family." she said, fluttering her eye lashes. Jizabel was awe struck. This woman was somewhat beautiful, but a mistress of a family he had never heard of. Without thinking, Jizabel let his brain do the talking.

"Are you looking for a man?"

"Yes, I am."

WHAT THE HELL! What am I thinking! Jizabel was screaming inside his head. His brain knew something was up, but his heart was distracting him from the real mission; finding the murder. Hey that's it, maybe this woman knew something about it. Or, no, a better plan was needed.

"Um...sorry for asking you this, and trailing away from what we were talking about, but I am on an investigation. I am searching for a murderer? He has killed at-"

"Foster home, the bar, and the local church by the Hargreaves resident? Yes I know."

"How do you know so much, my lady?"

"The man try assassinating my father." Jizabel moved his arms, and grabbed her shoulders quickly.

"Please! Tell me where this man is going to strike next! I want to send him to where he really belongs." Jizabel had plead in his eyes. This woman must know something, and when he asked, she smiled, a rather evil one, but he didn't pay attention.

"You're one lucky man. I happened to over hear where he'd strike next. Apparently, I have learned that he commits his crimes in a shape into hex and populated areas. He goes clock wise, so his next target must be...the hospital." She covered her mouth, and giggled quietly.

"What? Really? Thank you ma'am, but, can you let me go?" Jizabel asked. Now that he had the information, he had to get their quickly.

"No, not yet. You're missing something." she said, giggling again. After reaching into her hand bag, she slipped something into his trench coat pocket. "You'll be needing that." she said, releasing her arms from him, and walking towards the train station.

"What's this!" he yelled, but she didn't hear him. Ignoring it, Jizabel took off for the hospital. This man was insane! Murdering people who are helpless. Sometimes, this city needed a super hero...

"Well, that worked, but I might of went to far with my act." Tokage thought, walking into the train station. He had only wasted ten mintues. The disguise worked better than he had planned. Even though love didn't exist anymore in his soul, he still had the talent of flirt and persuade. He can lure Jizabel in anytime he wished, as long as he kept up this act. Sitting down on a different bench, he appeared to be messing with his stocking again, when really, he was once again, turning the revoler, round and round, counting down the seconds to this little game of malic...

He entered the hospital, the doors quietly shutting behind him. He didn't want to scare any patients, or make anyone think he was crazy. First off, Jizabel was going to look at the people. One had to be planning the attack, but who could it be? He began giving grim looks to everyone he passed. He wasn't doing it to be rude, but to protect them. Jizabel had the ability to read people's emotions by face experssions. The one planning the murder, whom would have a look one his face, and that is what Jizabel was seeking.

"Why do you waste your time Jizabel?" the voices echoed into his head. He had forgot about them, but maybe that was a good thing. They have always annoyed him, from the beginning. He couldn't quite them, or he would look like a freak yelling at an imaginary person. So, he tried ignoring them, but he still listened to them, in the back of his mind.

"Why don't you just play the game? If you want to feel fun, grab your controller. It's really fun, Jizabel. In fact, you've already missed the man you seek." He stopped in his path.

"Keep talking." he thought to the voices, "Where is he!"

"Keck keck keck," they chuckled, voices croaky, as usual. "At the station. You missed him, but don't worry, you can still catch the fun, if you hurry." His mind falling into enternal hell, he turned around and ran through the hosptial, ignoring the yells of the doctors and nurses. He knew something was suspioucs about the train station, but he had to hurry, or things will be too late...

One minute. Tokage hated the waiting part of the game, but it was worth it. Hearing those screams made his day, everyday. Once again, early in the day, but it was required to complete the level. He was ready, he just had to wait for the clock to ring, to tell him when to do his act upon this stage. Almost, just a couple more seconds. Five, four, three, two, one...

Everything fell black again. He was too late. By the time Jizabel reached the station, blood was dripping everywhere, and seeping off the roof, onto the stone roadways. The trains were now in rubble of exhaust explosions, and everyone was dead. No bodies were found, only fingers here and there, and mainly blood. The police had already taped the area down for investigation, but that wasn't what Jizabel was worried about. Not only was there of course, no one left to tell the tale, but the woman he had seen, might of been killed.

He had overheard the police talking about the death count. Including the people on the trains, and in the station, it came to a round total of two thousand, four hundred twenty eight. All the trains that connected to this very station had exploded, meaning, this crime had been planned way ahead of time. This blood shed had to stop, but how could one man, Jizabel, stop this?

The murderer was very clever indeed. He had caused his whole little show, which includes blowing up the trains, shooting everyone in the station, and ripping them apart, limb from limb, in less than three mintues...

Author's Note: Ok, chapter three, I think this is turning out quite well. I am learning more about murder, and mysteries, so please sorry if it's so chessy. You guys as readers already know who the killer is, but the characters don't! (Always stupid when they do that in movies, sorry) Well, I am trying harder and harder every day to write something new and worth reading everyday. The typos might be really bad, since I don't have anyone to share this with, but it'll change. Please, I hope you continue reading, even if you know the end, it might change on you! (I still apologize for using the whole cross-over thing)