~the anger cont'd
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Delore was on the edge already. Darkness had settled a while ago and he had been fed hours ago but then they had admitted some other idiot that wouldn’t shut up. He was almost ready to kill the bastard when the gate opened.
Isolde walked in and stood before him, and Delore sighed in relief as the idiot finally stopped talking.
“We haven’t got enough evidence to convict you so I guess you’re free to go,” she said.
Delore studied her face and saw that she was tired and looked as though someone was going to jump her at every corner.
Delore stood up and allowed his handcuffs to be unlocked and led out into the street and her car.
“We need to talk,” said Isolde.
“What about?” he asked as the car started up and they were driving off back to his home town.
“I need your help,” she said, turning the corner and hiding the car in a dark alleyway.
“With?” he asked.
“There’s someone trying to kill me. I think it’s got something to do with this case.”
“And there aren’t any other cases that they may have been resenting?”
“None that I know of,” she said, rubbing her eyes with a hand.
He looked at her, she looked more like her age now, but still with that uncanny intelligence that spoke volumes on her abilities.
“What do they want?” he asked.
“My life I presume, I guess that I’m getting too close to something, or otherwise it’s personal,” she replied.
“What do I get out of it?”
“You can stay at my place and away from your family, free food, free accomodation and I can pay you if you catch them,” she said.
“What makes you think I can catch them?” he asked, looking up onto the roof of a nearby building.
“Because you are like that. Stealthy and strong. You seem to be the only person I know that could help me,” she replied, truth ringing in her voice.
“Fine,” he said, “but I think we should move.”
She looked at him questioningly.
“The guy’s on the roof,” he said, and Isolde stepped on the accelerator almost instantly.
“You have a license right?” he asked.
Isolde nodded, “got it special because of my job and because it made my life easier, as well as other people’s lives.”
Delore nodded and it was silent for the rest of the trip to her apartment.
“Do you live with anyone?” he asked.
“No.”
“Good,” he said and searched the rooms over briefly, becoming used to the new environment.
“Are you looking for something?” asked Isolde.
“Nope”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Getting used to the place and seeing if they’ve been here before.”
“And?” she asked, looking around worried.
“The place is nice, but he’s been here,” he said.
Isolde instantly tensed up as though someone had thrown her from the fire straight into cold water.
“Where?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, but Delore still heard it.
He looked at her and walked up to her. She seemed so lost and frightened.
He hugged her and whispered in her ear.
“So long as I am here, he won’t come back in without me at least hurting him till he’s permanently disabled,” he said.
She relaxed into his hug and hugged him back. Delore tensed up and was completely surprised. Noone ever hugged him back, letting go nervously, he walked into the room he presumed was his and shut the door, babbling and wishing Isolde a good night since it was getting close midnight.
As the door shut, he relaxed and let his mind slip to see if he could feel whether the person was there or not and sat down. Sitting like that until the morning and Isolde was awake again before sleeping.
Delore was on the edge already. Darkness had settled a while ago and he had been fed hours ago but then they had admitted some other idiot that wouldn’t shut up. He was almost ready to kill the bastard when the gate opened.
Isolde walked in and stood before him, and Delore sighed in relief as the idiot finally stopped talking.
“We haven’t got enough evidence to convict you so I guess you’re free to go,” she said.
Delore studied her face and saw that she was tired and looked as though someone was going to jump her at every corner.
Delore stood up and allowed his handcuffs to be unlocked and led out into the street and her car.
“We need to talk,” said Isolde.
“What about?” he asked as the car started up and they were driving off back to his home town.
“I need your help,” she said, turning the corner and hiding the car in a dark alleyway.
“With?” he asked.
“There’s someone trying to kill me. I think it’s got something to do with this case.”
“And there aren’t any other cases that they may have been resenting?”
“None that I know of,” she said, rubbing her eyes with a hand.
He looked at her, she looked more like her age now, but still with that uncanny intelligence that spoke volumes on her abilities.
“What do they want?” he asked.
“My life I presume, I guess that I’m getting too close to something, or otherwise it’s personal,” she replied.
“What do I get out of it?”
“You can stay at my place and away from your family, free food, free accomodation and I can pay you if you catch them,” she said.
“What makes you think I can catch them?” he asked, looking up onto the roof of a nearby building.
“Because you are like that. Stealthy and strong. You seem to be the only person I know that could help me,” she replied, truth ringing in her voice.
“Fine,” he said, “but I think we should move.”
She looked at him questioningly.
“The guy’s on the roof,” he said, and Isolde stepped on the accelerator almost instantly.
“You have a license right?” he asked.
Isolde nodded, “got it special because of my job and because it made my life easier, as well as other people’s lives.”
Delore nodded and it was silent for the rest of the trip to her apartment.
“Do you live with anyone?” he asked.
“No.”
“Good,” he said and searched the rooms over briefly, becoming used to the new environment.
“Are you looking for something?” asked Isolde.
“Nope”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Getting used to the place and seeing if they’ve been here before.”
“And?” she asked, looking around worried.
“The place is nice, but he’s been here,” he said.
Isolde instantly tensed up as though someone had thrown her from the fire straight into cold water.
“Where?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, but Delore still heard it.
He looked at her and walked up to her. She seemed so lost and frightened.
He hugged her and whispered in her ear.
“So long as I am here, he won’t come back in without me at least hurting him till he’s permanently disabled,” he said.
She relaxed into his hug and hugged him back. Delore tensed up and was completely surprised. Noone ever hugged him back, letting go nervously, he walked into the room he presumed was his and shut the door, babbling and wishing Isolde a good night since it was getting close midnight.
As the door shut, he relaxed and let his mind slip to see if he could feel whether the person was there or not and sat down. Sitting like that until the morning and Isolde was awake again before sleeping.
