~the anger cont'd

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Isolde stretched, she had been studying all the evidence for the past few hours and almost nothing pointed to it as being Jack and it was becoming more and more confusing. She upt some music on and let it wash through her, the music made everything seem better.

A sound alerted her that she wasn’t alone anymore. A list o possibilities as to who it is ran through her head. She pretended to be ignorant but kept looking out the corner of her eye, looking at the area the sound had come from.

After several minutes of nothing, Isolde was almost tempted to give up and relax back and laugh at her jumpiness. Relaxing back in the seat, she pretended to be completely relaxed but continued to look. A glimpse of something black moving confirmed her suspicions.

There was someone there and they were hunting her. Closing her eyes and straining out her hearing over the music till she blocked out all plain sounds, she head a faint scuffling coming from the door.

Standing up, she made her way to the kitchen area and made herself some tea in the hopes of tuning her hearing up a notch. Hearing the click of a gun, she ducked and pulled out her own. Whoever it was, instantly bashed the door open and was gone instantly.

She stood that way for two minutes almost expecting the attacker to come back. The front door opened and a surprised Sven looked at the end of a gun.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, fear and confusion all over his face and in his voice.

“Nothing,” said Isolde, shaking her head and putting the gun away.

“Really?” asked Sven, doubt radiated off of him.

“Someone shot at me. That’s all,” said Isolde.

Sven instantly looked worried. “What happened?” he asked, looking around as though he expected the attacker to still be in the room.

Isolde shrugged and went towards the bullet. It had lodged itself into the wall and wood take a lot of teasing to get back out again.

“Well?” asked Sven, wanting information.

“What?” asked Isolde, trying ot take the bullet out.

“Did you see who it was?” asked Sven, exhasperated.

Isolde shook her head and almost fell over as the bullet came out with a pop. Inspecting the bullet and finding nothing interesting with it, she turned around to ask Sven to get a bag when he shoved a bag in her face.

Sighing, she dropped the bullet in. Before she could speak, Sven spoke again.

“Take it to the lab right?” he said and left with the bag.

Shaking her head to clear it of muddled thoughts, she sat down and went back to studying the reports for something she might have managed to miss.

Last Post

"grins"
last one of feelings i guess..
i'll just stick random things in my other blog...
the other blog being:

bladeslasher.blogspot.com

i guess this'll be left as the story thing
feel free to harrass me on stories...
everything else..put it in the other blog mate..
"grins"

~the anger cont'd

Isolde chewed on the horrid pill. Damn the world and not giving adults the ability to chew their medication.

Tasting the bitter taste of pain killers, Isolde drank as much cordial down as possible, clearing the taste away as best she could.

Sven chose that moment to come in with evidence and looked at the packet of pain killers that sat on the counter. Looking at her face, he put two and two together and began to laugh.

“When are you going to learn to swallow?” he asked between laughs.

Isolde glared at him, “it’s not funny,” she growled.

Sven continued to laugh as Isolde put the meds into her bag. As Isolde stood before him, glaring at him, his laughter slowly began to subside and he gave her a bag.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“The lab ran come test on it already,” at the warning look Isolde threw at him, he quickly explained, “I found it in Delore’s room, apparently Jack decided that it would be best if his brother was blamed for it. But he says that Delore probably took it from his room, especially since it’s his knife. I just didn’t want to bring empty evidence to you.”

Isolde nodded, her mind already whirling with the possibilities. Sven knew the look and handed her the report, she took it and sat down, reading it thoroughly.

Sven shook his head, there was absolutely no reason to stay in the room. He knew that she was almost definitely off the planet already. Turning back to the rooms, he continued searching and gave up on even trying to talk to his sister.

It was a good thing Sven did because it was well into the night when she finally stopped critically analysing every detail of the report.

It had two sets of prints. One was Jack’s obviously and the other was Delore’s. There were bloodstains on the blade from all three victims and it was definitely the real evidence.

After reading the report over for the twentieth time to try and see if she’d missed anything, Isolde finally realised that she was sitting in the dark and the only source of lighting came from inside Delore’s room.

Walking in, she found Sven puzzling over a piece of trash.

“What’s wrong bro?” she asked.

“This is,” he replied and pointed to a piece of paper.

Intrigued at what could cause her brother to be so confused, she looked at what he was pointing at. A small slip of paper was on the ground and it had the names of the victims carefully printed on it then crossed out in red.

Thinking as to what this meant, she realised he was waiting for orders.

“Take it, try and find the pens that wrote it and check the entire house, not just his room,” she said. Trying to gauge the meaning of this sudden development.

~the anger cont'd

Delore had given up fighting a while ago, he almost felt betrayed, yet it felt so foreign to him since noone else had ever cared for him anyway. Looking around his new holdings, he noticed some scrawl on the wall just underneath the sink.

Checking to make sure the guard wasn’t watching, he slowly made his way there. At first it looked like a pile of gibberish, probably because none of it made any sense whatsoever, not in any language he knew anyway.

Closing his eyes, he had an idea and looked at the message closer and began decoding it. The resulted message was simple but it also comforted him instantly.

Looking at the guard and making sure that he was still not looking his way, Delore read it again to himself.

Delore,
I know you aren’t the real killer. I will let you out soon but please cooperate until then.
Isolde

Sighing, Delore resigned himself to having an uneventful time in his cell and dozed off. No use in wasting energy when it was obvious that he’d have to stay in longer if he didn’t behave himself.

FIREFLY

FIREFLY RULZ!!!
"ahem"

in the immortal words of River:

"you can't just dig into me, shove 20 needles into my eyes and ask me what i see!"

~the anger cont'd

Isolde looked around the place, it was obvious that Delore had done nothing, she knew it with certainty, but she needed a reason to be in the house and looking through, Delore’s brother, Jack’s room.

A knock on the door made her hide her emotions almost instantly.

“I thought I told you I wanted to be alone,” she said.

“I’m sure that’s true, but I have no intention of leaving you alone,” said a deep voice behind her.

She whipped around and looked into the eyes of her brother.

“I know you Isolde, what are you playing at?” he asked her.

“What do you mean?” she asked her voice sounded offended and her face seemed to support it.

“You can’t play with me like that,” warned her brother, “you don’t think Delore did it at all.”

Isolde looked at her brother skeptically, “and what exactly makes you think that?”

“For starters, you arent searching in his room, and secondly, you asked the entire squad to leave the house not just the room,” he replied.

“You know, for a brother, you’re extremely annoying,” she said.

“Well then, consider me your partner then,” he replied.

“You’re worse then,” she said and hit him.

“Well?” he asked, “care to fill me in?”

“It doesn’t match up,” she said.

He glared at her, she made absolutely no sense at all and she knew it.

“Fine, let me explain then,” she said.

She stood up and went into the kitchen, her brother followed. Picking up her bag, she took out a file and put it on the table.

“Look through that,” she ordered.

He obediently sat down and started reading. Isolde went about making tea for herself and coffee for her brother, Sven.

The file provided intent, ability and even small amounts of evidence to how and why Jack was the murderer.

Apparently, Jack had applied for a high paying job a while ago, but the job didn’t go to him. Jack was a spoiled child and always got what he wanted. People had seen Jack go into the executive’s offices and heard yelling as to why he didn’t get the job.

Some had said he had a crazed expression as he left, but he had left fairly fast and they only had glimpses. That wouldn’t hold up in court and Isolde knew that, so she kept digging.

As it was, there were footprints that were tracked to this place. But the worst thing was, that they were Delore’s shoes, Isolde figured that he wore his brother’s shoes to disguse the fact that he had done it.

There was little other evidence though and Isolde had looked into Delore’s eyes. He wasn’t the one to kill executives. He wasn’t one that would bother to go to all that trouble to kill three people.

Isolde handed Sven the cup and watched as he digested the information.

“He didn’t do it then,” said Sven.

Isolde nodded. Sven looked at her, “you wanted to search the house to see if you could find anything else to help support your opinion.

Isolde nodded again, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed to finally swallow it and nodded back to her.

“I’m with you,” he said.

She sighed, it was good to have him on the same side. But it didn’t make the task any easier, Jack was loved by veryone in this town, it was going to be hard to search into his background without raising too many suspicions.

Isolde leant back and relaxed, letting the tea go to her head, she let herself close her eyes, she felt her head give a slight pound. The last solid though she had before she fell asleep was that she was going to have one hell of a migrane in the morning.

fine!!

alright you omnipresent annoying ppl
...
"sighs"
i'll continue the damned story
just shuddup for a sec will ya!
grrrr