JustYourFantasy
Yiling Patriarch
Ten long years. It was rather difficult to believe that it had been ten years since their little game faded away. Such a long time indeed. ‘Ten years and now this. Certainly not how I saw things going… No, indeed not.’
Fingers tapped lightly against the clear glass table, they drummed mimicking a song. If one listened carefully they’d make out the tune of ‘Secrets’ by the Pierces. A somewhat eerie song itself but, one Sephtis absolutely adored, having listened to it so many times over and over that he’d lost count. Dark eyes roamed around the area around him, taking in the smiling faces, people just walking on by, and the waiters getting customers orders. An almost nostalgic smile touched his soft lips and he glanced at the cafe window, eyes slowly tracing the cursive letters that spoke its name loud and clear, ‘MarieAnne’s Cafe’. The letters were in bright pink font and it set the atmosphere for the whole cafe. It was small, inconspicuous even, but it held a special meaning for everyone who came here. Leos was no exception.
Many years ago, during the prime of his reign of terror, the current head detective was still in training to become a head detective. It was him who- after over a year of the chase, asked to simply speak with Leos. All he wanted was a name and location of one of his many kills who were yet to be found. For some reason, this almost detective struck a chord with the cold-hearted killer and he agreed. Here is where they spoke for hours about nothing in particular and eventually parted ways, of course by the end of their talk Leos had deflected answering this one question. But, by the end of the day, he agreed to tell him. However, not directly, in parts, if the future detective could come to meet with Leos once a month and talk. It was ridiculous and anyone in their right mind would wholeheartedly object yet… he agreed. So it became a tradition for them to meet and for them to talk about nothing before Leos gave a name and location. Five years of this little game of chase, then once a month talking as if they were almost friends.
It was this fifth year that Leos vanished. December 20th, it was cold and gloomy. No killings, no note, no explanation as to where and why he went. Ten long years have passed and here he was, waiting to see if the head detective would come.
Fingers tapped lightly against the clear glass table, they drummed mimicking a song. If one listened carefully they’d make out the tune of ‘Secrets’ by the Pierces. A somewhat eerie song itself but, one Sephtis absolutely adored, having listened to it so many times over and over that he’d lost count. Dark eyes roamed around the area around him, taking in the smiling faces, people just walking on by, and the waiters getting customers orders. An almost nostalgic smile touched his soft lips and he glanced at the cafe window, eyes slowly tracing the cursive letters that spoke its name loud and clear, ‘MarieAnne’s Cafe’. The letters were in bright pink font and it set the atmosphere for the whole cafe. It was small, inconspicuous even, but it held a special meaning for everyone who came here. Leos was no exception.
Many years ago, during the prime of his reign of terror, the current head detective was still in training to become a head detective. It was him who- after over a year of the chase, asked to simply speak with Leos. All he wanted was a name and location of one of his many kills who were yet to be found. For some reason, this almost detective struck a chord with the cold-hearted killer and he agreed. Here is where they spoke for hours about nothing in particular and eventually parted ways, of course by the end of their talk Leos had deflected answering this one question. But, by the end of the day, he agreed to tell him. However, not directly, in parts, if the future detective could come to meet with Leos once a month and talk. It was ridiculous and anyone in their right mind would wholeheartedly object yet… he agreed. So it became a tradition for them to meet and for them to talk about nothing before Leos gave a name and location. Five years of this little game of chase, then once a month talking as if they were almost friends.
It was this fifth year that Leos vanished. December 20th, it was cold and gloomy. No killings, no note, no explanation as to where and why he went. Ten long years have passed and here he was, waiting to see if the head detective would come.