Nikki Jekyll
06-05-2007, 04:13 AM
Chapter One: Jazz Hands and Murder
Long Title: Jazz Hands and Murder with a side of Jesus on a Unicorn.
Silver City
3142 Green Hampton Blvd.
June 2, 12:17 AM
Lydia and Harold Garner were wealthy people, that much was true. Their house was located in the best neighborhood in Silver City, if you could afford all the rules, regulations, and dues. Which, most people couldn't.
Lydia was a lawyer specializing in Paranormals, and Harold was a psycologist, who mostly worked with teenagers.
One night, while Lydia was working late on the Harrison-Starwalker case, Harold decided to wait for her to come home.
He knew she'd be working late, and probably wouldn't be home until the wee hours in the morning, so he settled down in his favorite arm chair, in his favorite room, the study, and began to read his favorite book, The Return of the King. Harold loved a good Tolkein.
After he'd read through a couple of chapters, had refilled his tea cup twice and gone to the bathroom once, he decided to go to bed. After all, Harold was no longer a young man.
As he was walking up to the third floor, where the master bedroom was, Harold slipped on the steps. At first he didn't think anything of it, after all, he was very tired, but then he examined the steps closely. It looked like there was blood on the stairs.
"Why, what's this?" He asked aloud, picking up a strange object from beside the blood pool. "How strange."
"That's why you can't know!" cried a voice. It deepened and became more dangerous sounding. "Nobody can."
Harold yelled in pain as something struck the back of his head. Hard.
He fell onto the stairs, and pretended to be dead. There were foot steps down the stairs. Harold began crawling up the stairs, slowly.
Silver City
3142 Green Hampton Blvd.
June 2, 6:43 AM
"Erg." Nolee said. "I hate frickin' high profiles."
"Why?" Adrian asked.
"Too many people."
Adrain rolled his eyes at his colleague. "Why were we called in anyway? We're not Priority."
"Eh. Apparently the coroner found Drow and Loki blood underneath the body." Nolee said. "You like Black Sabbath?" She asked, reaching for her black, 60gb, iPod video. It was truely the child she never wanted.
"Ew. No!"
"Adrian you pansy." She said, pulling her SUV into the Garner driveway.
"Ok, before I ask you this, please don't hit me or injure me." Adrian told her.
"Ok. Shoot."
"What are Drow and Loki?"
"Good God. And to think you are on the PCU's payroll."
"What are they?!"
"Drow are dark elves. Loki are trickster fae."
"Ok."
Nolee stopped the car in front of the house. No, it wasn't a house, it was a palace.
"Wow."
"I know."
Nolee and Adrian got out of the car, and started walking toward the house.
They showed a badge to the uniform outside the front door. He opened the door for them and allowed them to step inside.
"Wow."
"I know."
"Dude, this is like, Jesus on a Unicorn awsome."
AN: Finish it later. Tired.
Long Title: Jazz Hands and Murder with a side of Jesus on a Unicorn.
Silver City
3142 Green Hampton Blvd.
June 2, 12:17 AM
Lydia and Harold Garner were wealthy people, that much was true. Their house was located in the best neighborhood in Silver City, if you could afford all the rules, regulations, and dues. Which, most people couldn't.
Lydia was a lawyer specializing in Paranormals, and Harold was a psycologist, who mostly worked with teenagers.
One night, while Lydia was working late on the Harrison-Starwalker case, Harold decided to wait for her to come home.
He knew she'd be working late, and probably wouldn't be home until the wee hours in the morning, so he settled down in his favorite arm chair, in his favorite room, the study, and began to read his favorite book, The Return of the King. Harold loved a good Tolkein.
After he'd read through a couple of chapters, had refilled his tea cup twice and gone to the bathroom once, he decided to go to bed. After all, Harold was no longer a young man.
As he was walking up to the third floor, where the master bedroom was, Harold slipped on the steps. At first he didn't think anything of it, after all, he was very tired, but then he examined the steps closely. It looked like there was blood on the stairs.
"Why, what's this?" He asked aloud, picking up a strange object from beside the blood pool. "How strange."
"That's why you can't know!" cried a voice. It deepened and became more dangerous sounding. "Nobody can."
Harold yelled in pain as something struck the back of his head. Hard.
He fell onto the stairs, and pretended to be dead. There were foot steps down the stairs. Harold began crawling up the stairs, slowly.
Silver City
3142 Green Hampton Blvd.
June 2, 6:43 AM
"Erg." Nolee said. "I hate frickin' high profiles."
"Why?" Adrian asked.
"Too many people."
Adrain rolled his eyes at his colleague. "Why were we called in anyway? We're not Priority."
"Eh. Apparently the coroner found Drow and Loki blood underneath the body." Nolee said. "You like Black Sabbath?" She asked, reaching for her black, 60gb, iPod video. It was truely the child she never wanted.
"Ew. No!"
"Adrian you pansy." She said, pulling her SUV into the Garner driveway.
"Ok, before I ask you this, please don't hit me or injure me." Adrian told her.
"Ok. Shoot."
"What are Drow and Loki?"
"Good God. And to think you are on the PCU's payroll."
"What are they?!"
"Drow are dark elves. Loki are trickster fae."
"Ok."
Nolee stopped the car in front of the house. No, it wasn't a house, it was a palace.
"Wow."
"I know."
Nolee and Adrian got out of the car, and started walking toward the house.
They showed a badge to the uniform outside the front door. He opened the door for them and allowed them to step inside.
"Wow."
"I know."
"Dude, this is like, Jesus on a Unicorn awsome."
AN: Finish it later. Tired.