Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
Martin Klint, Police Officer, Serial Killer
"Oh and Klint? If I were you, I'd pull your agent out of there. Karmazin is on the warpath, and if she discovers any rats in her organization you know exactly what will happen to them."
Karmazin? The name feels Russian in origin, perhaps it belongs to a high ranking lieutenant or even the leader of the Iron Tundra, whatever the case I'll make a mental note of it. To torture the scum about it.
As I approached the door of the detective's office, I turned around. My index and middle finger gripped my cigarette, I tipped it slightly over like a man tips his hat over when he leaves. A tiny sprinkle of ash fell onto the ground. "Sorry I couldn't tell you more, Detective. See you around. I pull the door open."Oh, and I'll have Umisa out as soon as I can." With my parting words, I walk out the door and close it behind me.
I exhale deeply, the puff of smoke exiting my lungs moved in a mesmerizing fashion as it traveled upwards and eventually dissipated. Suddenly, a certain memory struck me. It's a memory I haven't reminisced on in a very long time. I continued to walk, my focus shifting to the memory as its' scenes play out in my head.
Reality came crashing down on me as a body, oddly soft on certain parts bumped into me. Fortunately, I had finished my cigarette before otherwise somebody would've gotten burned. The bump was not particularly strong but even if it was I doubt I would've budged significantly due to my reflexes. This was the second time today, I bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
A feminine voice spoke to me, that got my attention. My gaze turned to her, eyes travelling along her enchanting figure. My heart accelerated although whether that was because of her beauty or the realization of what had just figuratively coiled around me, I cannot say. I could not identify what her dress was but I was certain it was Chinese in nature. The way she spoke to me, or rather the way her voice resonated in my ears. A snake which hisses milk and injects honey, commonly known as a Honey pot. This silky snake however made the mistake of coiling around the wrong viper. I'll play along.
She had smiled at me, I returned in kind with a playful smile of my own.
"Your eyes are so beautiful.. I wonder if they are beautiful in all kinds of lighting? Dim lighting perhaps?"
She is good... Experienced...
"I'm more curious about your enchanting eyes. As beautiful as the stars in the night sky." In the softest voice, I could muster.
"Oh and Klint? If I were you, I'd pull your agent out of there. Karmazin is on the warpath, and if she discovers any rats in her organization you know exactly what will happen to them."
Karmazin? The name feels Russian in origin, perhaps it belongs to a high ranking lieutenant or even the leader of the Iron Tundra, whatever the case I'll make a mental note of it. To torture the scum about it.
As I approached the door of the detective's office, I turned around. My index and middle finger gripped my cigarette, I tipped it slightly over like a man tips his hat over when he leaves. A tiny sprinkle of ash fell onto the ground. "Sorry I couldn't tell you more, Detective. See you around. I pull the door open."Oh, and I'll have Umisa out as soon as I can." With my parting words, I walk out the door and close it behind me.
I exhale deeply, the puff of smoke exiting my lungs moved in a mesmerizing fashion as it traveled upwards and eventually dissipated. Suddenly, a certain memory struck me. It's a memory I haven't reminisced on in a very long time. I continued to walk, my focus shifting to the memory as its' scenes play out in my head.
After 21 weeks of academy training, and agonizing on-the-job training, I finally did it! Finally became an officer of the law. My mind blared at me as I drove to my apartment in my private car, a white, 4-door sixth generation C. Bel Air. The whole trip to my apartment, I was ecstatic, I had an enormous smile on my face. All the sweat and hard-work paid off. I pulled up in front of my apartment, looked up at the building that I had lived in the past 21 weeks and will continue to live as I serve my duty to this city. I took a deep breath simultaneously closing my eyes, it was a sunny day and I was still wearing my freshly ordered police uniform.
I opened my eyes then released the breath I was holding. I moved to the trunk of my car to retrieve the groceries. The trunk clicked and flew open, I reached in with both hands and pulled out the plastic bags that contained the variety of greens, and meat. I placed the bags in my right hand while my left reached over to pull the trunk down.
My apartment was tiny, cramped but it suits me just fine... And after all I'm keeping this place cleaner than the hospitals. Time kept going and day eventually turned into turned into dusk, I toiled away on preparing food. Chopping up some onions, carefully watching the pan, etc etc.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong
My door bell rang. I had just finished setting the table. Right on time. I had remarked, making my way over to my door. When I opened it, my father, wheelchair-bound, and his nurse, Lizzie. "Evening, Dad, Lizzie." I greet them with enthusiasm."Why, hello Officer Klint" She teased in good faith, I was still wearing my cop uniform."I'll take it from here." She rolled in my father."Sure thing, hotshot. Just get him back before 8."
"Will do."
With Lizzie gone and the door closed, I rolled my father to my plain table. It had a simple, checkered patterned tablecloth. I sat down next to him. I was having this evening, a T-bone steak with vegetables while he had... pork and rice porridge... It was the best he could do... His mangled face, mouth with just a handful of teeth in it.. Could barely utter a word. I could hear his lungs whistle a lonely tune.
Then as I was cutting some of the T-bone. "Son... I..m prouddhhh..." His voice died out into a long-winded gasp, a single tear rolled down his aging cheek. I got up, knelt beside him and hugged....
I opened my eyes then released the breath I was holding. I moved to the trunk of my car to retrieve the groceries. The trunk clicked and flew open, I reached in with both hands and pulled out the plastic bags that contained the variety of greens, and meat. I placed the bags in my right hand while my left reached over to pull the trunk down.
My apartment was tiny, cramped but it suits me just fine... And after all I'm keeping this place cleaner than the hospitals. Time kept going and day eventually turned into turned into dusk, I toiled away on preparing food. Chopping up some onions, carefully watching the pan, etc etc.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong
My door bell rang. I had just finished setting the table. Right on time. I had remarked, making my way over to my door. When I opened it, my father, wheelchair-bound, and his nurse, Lizzie. "Evening, Dad, Lizzie." I greet them with enthusiasm."Why, hello Officer Klint" She teased in good faith, I was still wearing my cop uniform."I'll take it from here." She rolled in my father."Sure thing, hotshot. Just get him back before 8."
"Will do."
With Lizzie gone and the door closed, I rolled my father to my plain table. It had a simple, checkered patterned tablecloth. I sat down next to him. I was having this evening, a T-bone steak with vegetables while he had... pork and rice porridge... It was the best he could do... His mangled face, mouth with just a handful of teeth in it.. Could barely utter a word. I could hear his lungs whistle a lonely tune.
Then as I was cutting some of the T-bone. "Son... I..m prouddhhh..." His voice died out into a long-winded gasp, a single tear rolled down his aging cheek. I got up, knelt beside him and hugged....
Reality came crashing down on me as a body, oddly soft on certain parts bumped into me. Fortunately, I had finished my cigarette before otherwise somebody would've gotten burned. The bump was not particularly strong but even if it was I doubt I would've budged significantly due to my reflexes. This was the second time today, I bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
A feminine voice spoke to me, that got my attention. My gaze turned to her, eyes travelling along her enchanting figure. My heart accelerated although whether that was because of her beauty or the realization of what had just figuratively coiled around me, I cannot say. I could not identify what her dress was but I was certain it was Chinese in nature. The way she spoke to me, or rather the way her voice resonated in my ears. A snake which hisses milk and injects honey, commonly known as a Honey pot. This silky snake however made the mistake of coiling around the wrong viper. I'll play along.
She had smiled at me, I returned in kind with a playful smile of my own.
"Your eyes are so beautiful.. I wonder if they are beautiful in all kinds of lighting? Dim lighting perhaps?"
She is good... Experienced...
"I'm more curious about your enchanting eyes. As beautiful as the stars in the night sky." In the softest voice, I could muster.
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