NWIM- YAY new chapter! I'm so happy about the positive feedback! Its motivation! Sigh. I got my first flame for this story. I've never had a hate review EVER. Then again, I don't think they meant it in the way I took it. But still, for realz, be careful what you put in a review. It can hurt people. Not that I care I luv this story and Imma do whatever!
Kid- Asymmetrical people disgust me.
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Blackstar- Not YET you mean.
NWIM- Yup. Gotta have Blackstar eventually. Just not now.
Blackstar- Whhhaaaaa?! B-bu-but I'm amazing...
Chapter 4
Liz woke up early the next mourning to the lovely sounds of Patty screaming and running up and down the halls. She got "giraffes" and "its gonna eat my pants!" from her shouts.
Literally rolling onto the floor with a giant thud, Liz was fully awake now. Pulling a purple blanket off her bed she wrapped it around her shoulders and fumbled for the door knob.
Patty burst into Liz's room and ended up whacking Liz with door. Liz yelped. She managed to grab Patty's arm before she fell and hit the hard floor.
"Oh sworry sis!" Patty giggled, helping her sister stand straight.
Liz murmured something in response. She stepped out into the hallway, her sister following obediently. They made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Venturing for breakfast, Liz opened the fridge while Patty played with a stuffed giraffe. Patty abusively made the poor creature fly across the room and into the wall.
"Your not gonna eat my pants, evil giraffe!" She yelled before skipping over and tending to the giraffe.
Liz ignored the strangeness of her sister. Giving up on trying to figure out what to eat she decided a yogurt and a glass of water would suffice. She figured Patty was capable of serving herself.
Liz walked back down the hall toward the stairs thinking about the strange dream she had last night. The whole dream seemed to be centered around someone or something with lustrous gold eyes. It confused her.
Climbing up the stairs balancing her glass of water and yogurt in one hand, Liz noticed something peculiar. She stopped in front of one of the paintings that lined the halls. It was tilted noticeably to the right.
Shinigami-sama didn't come home last night, she thought.
She fixed the painting as best she could with one hand. Which wasn't very good since the first time she almost spilt yogurt all over the thing.
Liz shuffled her way back to her room and finished off her water and yogurt rather violently...
Soon she walked down to the living room dressed and refreshed. Patty was sitting on the couch hugging her giraffe and flipping through the tv channels.
"Sis look! It's a cat!" Patty chirped pointing the remote at the tv.
"Very good Patty." Liz smiled, secretly sweat-dropping.
Liz made her way into the kitchen again, having heard something ringing. She knew it wasn't her phone because her amazing sister, Patty, had changed the ringtone to "Bird is the Word." So she suspected it was the mirror. True to her instinct, she answered to find Lord Death.
"Hey! Hiya! How ya doin?" He sung his usual intro.
Liz smiled. "Hi Shinigami-sama."
"Sworry I didn't come see you girls last night!" His chirper tone reminded Liz of how much Lord Death and Patty were alike.
"It's alright Shinigami-sama." Liz nodded.
He bounced up and down. "I take it the house is still in order?"
Liz nodded again. "Of course."
"Very good!" He whistled.
She felt the sudden shift of the conversation when the eye holes in his white cartoon skull mask narrowed in seriousness.
His tone turned hallow. "Elizabeth, I have a mission for you."
She'd seen it coming. Even so it surprised her. He only called her Elizabeth when it was serious. She sighed mentally.
"Alright," she begun, "what are we doing? Chasing stray souls? Or capturing rabid bunnies for that farmer again?"
(Let's not go there.)
She let a little humor in, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but Lord Death was a statue. Something was obviously very wrong for Shinigami-Sama to be this serious. She knew he could be serious when needed, but she felt he was being more then serious. He was being grave and she could tell it was haunting him.
"Shinigami-Sama...?" Her voice came out smaller then she wanted.
He seemed to remember she was there. "Yes? Oh right the mission... I need you and Patty to head to Brooklyn. A... former... accomplice of mine disappeared there."
"Disappeared? So you want us to find him?" She asked curious about why he had paused looking for the right words to describe his "accomplice."
"Not exactly. You see, when I felt him vanish, I also felt something else. Something I thought had died long ago." Was it just Liz or did he wince? "This accomplice of mine strayed into the path of a kishin. He was the one killing all the people in Brooklyn. That was originally the reason I was going to send you."
So it wasn't the Devil of Brooklyn, she thought.
"But..." Liz continued.
"But, I want you to look for this 'other.' I believe he is the reason for the kishin egg's sudden disappearance." He explained.
"Do you have any idea who this person might be?" She asked.
Lord Death was quiet for a moment and said rather unconvincingly. "No."
Liz looked skeptical. "No?"
"We know he has somehow managed to harness my former accomplices power and strength." He wasn't even looking at her. "If you find him you will know immediately."
"Shinigami-Sama, if I may, you sound like you have known this other person, perhaps personally." She stated trying her best to sound intelligent. Though she wasn't as skilled with words as her scythe meister friend.
His eyes opened slightly, but he looked more sorrowful then sad. "Maybe once, Elizabeth, but I still doubt..."
He didn't finish.
Liz cleared her throat. "Umm... Shinigami-Sama? Is there anyway I can get a better description of this person? A name maybe?"
He looked at Liz through the mirror. "The Devil of Brooklyn."
After a moment of silence, Liz swallowed. "You know the Devil of Brooklyn?"
Lord Death seemed to be interested in a cloud off to his left. "Elizabeth, you and Patricia will have to leave later today to arrive in Manhattan tomorrow mourning. I have everything set up, I hope you girls have a safe trip."
Liz was about to interject but he cut her off. "Be safe. Bye."
Shinigami-Sama cut the connection and the mirror fuzzed out. Liz groaned. Patty walked up to her holding her giraffe.
"What's wrong sis?" She asked sweetly.
Liz frowned. "We have a mission, Patty. We have to leave today."
"Yay! Mission!" Patty screamed happily.
Liz rubbed her temple, but managed a smile. "Yes Patty. Go pack your stuff."
Patty nodded. "Okay sis!"
"You only need one giraffe!" Liz called after Patty as she skipped away.
"Can I bring Mr. Oinkers?!" Patty shouted back.
Liz chuckled. "Sure Patty."
She heard her sister scream 'yay!' all down the hall.
Liz looked at herself in the mirror. She thought about her dream again. Those gold eyes.
What has gold eyes besides a monster, she pondered.
They arrived in New York late in the evening the same day. Lord Death owned a jet that had gotten them to Manhattan faster then a regular plane would have.
The sun was just starting to set behind the tall skyscrapers allowing streaks of orange and yellow light through. In the east the yellow glowing moon started to rise with a creepy bloodily smile.
Liz and Patty rode in a taxi to Brooklyn. They got a room in a small hotel. After fumbling through check in, the two girls settled into their small room. They didn't stay long however they needed to gather information on "the Devil of Brooklyn," plus Patty was hungry.
Patty quickly finished off her half of the hotdog they'd bought. Liz decided to give Patty the rest of her half. She'd just finished explaining what their mission was and her thoughts on it, but it had left her uneasy.
Patty laughed. "I think we should just find him, then kick his-"
"First we have meet that officer." Liz interrupted Patty.
"What officer sissy?" Patty asked not noticing.
Liz rubbed her head. "The one from the news. What was her name? Jessie Grant?"
"Jarvis George?!"
"Patty I'm positive she wasn't named after your giraffe." Liz face-palmed. "Jamie Grace! That's it."
Patty made a pouty face. "I think Jarvis is a better name."
Liz looked around for a police station. "Of course you do. You stayed up 'til four am watching superhero movies last weekend."
Patty punched her giraffe in the head. "Hulk Smash!"
Liz took out the map of Brooklyn she had got from the hotel and found the nearest police station. It happened to be just down the street a couple blocks.
"Come on Patty. Theres a station down the street." Liz stated walking forward.
"Mm-tay!" Patty sung skipping down the street ahead of Liz dodging the swarms of people that passed.
When Liz caught up with Patty she was already in front of the police station. Liz blew her hair out of her eyes in a huff and opened the door for Patty and herself.
The lady at the front desk was very short and she looked fairly grumpy. Her long black hair was pulled back in an angry bun. Her name tag read: Iggie Vandalez.
Liz walked up to the counter as Patty sat in a chair in the lobby that was busy with cops and criminals. The whole place made Liz want to grab Patty and leave. It was creepy having criminals around and Liz sure as heck didn't do creepy.
"Excuse me, Miss... Uh.. Vandalez?" Liz started.
She heard Patty snort trying not to laugh because her name sounds like vandalize.
Iggie looked up angrily from her papers. "What?"
Liz cleared her throat. "Do you know where I can find Officer Grace?"
Iggie looked Liz up and down. "Jamie? Sorry she only does appointments. No appointment. No visiting."
Liz pulled out her DWMA id, trying to keep her patience intact. "You see we are from the DWMA. I'm afraid we have to ask Officer Grace some questions about the Devil of Brooklyn."
The whole room seemed to turn on her in silence. Even Patty who was happily playing and laughing with her giraffe was quiet.
Iggie stood up, her shoulders barely reaching the counter and shouted at the frozen cops. "Alright back to work! 'Nonya business!"
A taller woman with short brown hair in a ponytail appeared from an office. She had a gun on her hip and a badge on her heart. The woman walked with cold authority and brought a sense of power and safety into the room.
Liz felt the whole room sigh in relief. She immediately knew that this woman was Officer Jamie Grace. Jamie stopped arms akimbo next to Iggie making Iggie look even smaller. Iggie glared at Liz as if reading her mind.
Jamie held out a hand to Liz and said in a rich New York accent. "From the DWMA yeah? Good we've been expecting you for days now. I'm Officer Jamie Grace."
Liz shook Jamie's rough hand. "A pleasure miss. I'm Elizabeth Thompson, please call me Liz. And thats my sister Patricia."
Patty jumped up and stood next to liz. "Call me Patty!"
Jamie smiled and released Liz's hand. "Nice to meet you two. You seem very lively. Shall we step into my office?"
Liz nodded. "That would be great. We just have a couple questions to ask."
As the two followed Jamie, Iggie hopped back into her chair muttering something about "teenagers are so disorderly." Jamie led them into her office and shut the glass door behind them. Her office was fairly simple. It had a large wooden desk with a big rolling leather chair. She had a couple of photo frames, but Liz couldn't tell what of. She just hoped Jamie wasn't one of those lady's that kept photo's of her cats. Besides that there wasn't anything else that screamed sentimental value. Everything was either file cabinets or file cabinets.
Jamie sat in the big chair and linked her fingers together under her chin. "I assume your not here to also take out the criminal, who calls himself Lord of the Flies. He been murdering people in the upper part of town."
"Originally yes." Jamie looked shocked. "But he's actually gone missing."
"And you believe the Devil of Brooklyn is the cause." Jamie stated. "You think he killed the other killer?"
"I don't think I'm allowed to explain Lord Deaths theories. However, I can say that the Devil of Brooklyn is the cause." Liz explained.
"I see." Jamie nodded.
"With your permission we would like access to whatever intel you have concerning both criminals."
Jamie nodded and stood up. "May I ask what will become of them if and when they are captured?"
"Our orders are to relieve the city and the Brooklyn police of his threat." Liz answered intelligently as Jamie opened a file cabinet and pulled out two thick white file.
Jamie sat and handed the files to Liz. "I understand your not allowed to disclose anything. Orders are orders."
"Orders are orders." She frowned before smiling appreciatively. "Thank you very much, Miss Grace. Do you have anything we might want to know that isn't in this file?"
"He's extremely dangerous, so be careful." Jamie shook her head. "Other then that everything you need is in there. In that file is also my detailed reports plus my notes. I trust you girls will have the files sent back to me after your investigation?"
Liz nodded. "Of course... We should be going now."
Jamie stood once again. "Very well, you girls have lots of work to do."
Liz stood also and shook hands with the officer. "Thank you for your time."
Jamie smiled. "It was a pleasure. Be careful in your time here in Brooklyn. The streets can be a very dangerous place at night."
She tucked the thick files under her arm and turned to Patty who had decided to take a nap. She shook her sister awake and they exited through the lobby. Patty waved goodbye to all the scary criminals and the cops, even Iggie, who just continued to glare.
Once outside Liz felt as if she could finally breathe freely even though the air was filled with the stank of car pollution and hobos. She took the white files from under her arm and stared at the cover.
The first read: Classified. Staff and Administrative Eyes Only. Case: 804690084; Lord of the Flies.
The second read: Classified. Administrative Eyes Only. Case: 804690088; The Devil of Brooklyn.
Liz read the names over and over, each time shivering with discomfort, until Patty groaned with boredom. Liz looked up from the names and to her sister.
"Lizzy, what are we doing now?" She asked. "Can we go to the park?! I saw a park on the way here! Can we please?!"
Liz smiled. "Alright Patty I suppose we can. So I can read these and not be tempted to shop."
She glanced down the street to the pink Victoria's Secret shop she'd seen earlier. Patty laughed happily.
"Yay! Park!" She cheered.
Liz started to walk and Patty fell in step with her. "Then we should start looking around for Lord Death's "friend" and whoever this Devil person is."
"Right! He's going down!" Patty brought up a fist, but it fall shortly. "Big sis, why does Shinigami-Sama know so many bad guys?"
Liz looked in her sister's intelligent blue eyes. "I'm sure they were good guys at one point Patty, that's why he knows 'em."
Patty looked ahead with her thinking face on. "So why'd they turn evil?"
Liz shrugged and lifted the files in her hands. "We're about to find out, I guess."
Patty smiled when they came up to the entrance of the lush green park where little kids screamed and played on the swing set and the parents pushed them back and forth. Liz found a wooden bench under a nice oak tree and sat down as Patty went off to play on the swings.
Liz took in her surroundings. She watched two squirrels chase each other up and down a tree for a moment until they disappeared. She smelt the wonderful aroma of flowers and grass and felt the air cool as the sun went down.
She watched Patty as she sat on a swing and kicked the ground to push herself backwards so she could start swinging. Patty always surprised Liz, she was always so happy and cheerful, yet she could be perfectly serious one minute and utterly insane the next.
Liz looked away from her sister to the first file in her hand.
As she opened to the first page she thought; Lord of Flies, huh? Like Beelzebub or something? I hated that book.
She sat there reading the files for what seemed like fifteen minutes was actually an hour or so. In that time the sun had almost disappeared leaving her with a dim light. Patty has also came and sat next to her and had started to lean on her shoulder.
Liz shut the files. "Ready to go Patty?"
Patty nodded sleepily.
"Alright. We'll search in the mourning." Liz stood up and wrapped an arm around Patty's ribs and pulled her up. "Lets go to bed."
Patty murmured in response and they started walking. When the sun finally faded letting the night take over, they were at the hotel already dressed and in bed, Patty fast asleep. Liz realized she was going to have the same dream as last night, something buzzing in her mind told her.
I've never seen gold eyes, she thought.
"Just wonderful." She hissed quietly.
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