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I-SHIRLEY 07
REBEKAH MECEDA Rebekah had come across many villages even before she turned 21. The young woman had been on the road for over four years. She could have settled in either of the villages, but she refused to. She would say she didn't appreciate how this village smelled, and the next town she would say gave her a weird vibe, and she didn't like it. Every person in either of the villages wanted her to stay. Rebekah Maceda was a good "medicine woman" who had at least a piece of idea of every sickness and what kind of leaves or medicine could cure or control it. She left a mark on every village she passed through because she would attend to the sick and heal them. "You need to find a place to settle. These times of war aren't good, especially for young women like yourself." They would tell her and try to lure her to stay and take refuge in their village, but she wouldn't. Rebekah knew they wanted to scare her and make her stay, but she also knew they spoke true. The kind of world they w
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Chief Tador shook his head vigorously in disapproval. He wouldn’t put his entire force on a ghost hunt and definitely wouldn’t waste time searching for whole bloodlines because one of his agents believed in ghosts. “Not only do you want to become ghost busters, but you also want us to find out about each and every victim’s progenitors? Are you aware of how many victims there are?” Spat Chief Tador. What Azriel suggested they do was simply over the bar, and the Chief wouldn’t climb that high, not while the Angel of death was still on the loose. Chief Tador was a straightforward fundamental man who appreciated facts. He wouldn’t go ahead with any decision if he felt a grain of dissatisfaction with it. He didn’t believe in ghosts; he didn’t believe in demons. And even if the shadowed man from the video told him he was either of the two, Chief Tador wouldn’t believe it and would still want to put cuffs on his hands. The Chief deemed Azriel’s idea simply unworthy of their time. “Th
I-SHIRLEY 09
Shirley and Azriel arrived at May's house fast. A drive that was supposed to take longer was shortened to about ten minutes. Luckily for them, there was no traffic, and Azriel herself was a fast driver. Watching her drive on a good day would make you feel like a formula one racing competition spectator. Shirley would tell her to relax behind the wheel; that is when Azriel is driving and alone in the car. But when Shirley's with her, she would ask her to feel free and operate the vehicle how she felt. Shirley enjoyed sitting beside Azriel when she was speeding, and she wouldn't get scared or anything – but when Azriel is driving alone, she gets worried for her. Weird really! Shirley untied the rubber band, released her hair, and made it run loose when they hopped out of the car. The vital air jiggled her hair slightly as she reached for her glasses and folded both temples around the middle of her blouse. Azriel drew closer to her, glared in her face from the side, and kept smiling sh
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"Ah-ha… I've been wanting to ask you guys this question for a while now, but it skips me for some reason." Azriel said and strolled to the petit center table, where everyone sat on the floor around it. Each person, holding a glass of red wine. After dinner, the kids had been sent to bed, and the adults sipped their glass of alcohol and chatted about random things. "Why do all of you have Odoi as your last names, but only Shirley has "Angelus-Mortis" as her last name. What gives?" Azriel waltzed back to her corner jokingly with the whole wine bottle in her hand. She'd already had enough to drink, yet she went in for the entire bottle. "Well, Shirley here is the special one of this generation, hence the last name." May answered. The whole "Gang" sent their gaze to Shirley with a warm smile across their faces. "In our family, we believe that one person is selected out of every generation, to be the pillar and the protector of its members. And we believe Shirley is it in this generation
I-SHIRLEY 11
-ShirleyChapter 11At twenty minutes after one in the morning, Ackermann sat comfortably in an armchair in his apartment. He held on his lap a pile of the files of the very first five victims of the Angel of death, the shadow killer. He would go through each of them attentively, not missing a single adjective or an adverb. Before two, he had gone through the files and already gone over it a second time. “Still nothing….” He said as he sent his hands to caress his eyes and face. He Sighed and shook his head in discontent. Detective Ackermann was incredibly fed up with chasing one person and doing the same thing over and over and over again for years. The same thing had gone on in his life the same way, so much that sometimes he wakes up and expects to be called to a crime scene. It had become a formula for him. Wake up on a Monday morning to a phone call, “There’s been another angel of death incident, Detective, come do your thing. Ackermann would sometimes set the alarm for as early
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I-Shirley12Ackermann and Azriel had been on patrol for less than thirty minutes, moving slowly and smoothly and quietly in the streets with both the exterior lights and interior lights turned on. “Okay, so basically, you think he murders people on weekends only?” asked Azriel as she still kept her eyes on her side of the car.“Yeah….” Replied Ackermann, also looking around closely. “You’ll realize it too when you take a close look at the files.” He added.“I know right, that’s what I’m worried about.” Said Azriel.“Wait, what are you saying?”“Um-hmm. All these years, and we didn’t figure this out, about the time of his murders. All these years…. How many people have died because we failed to notice this? I can’t help but wonder what else we may have missed.” Azriel said and sent her eyes to Ackermann for a few seconds and then back to the direction she was supposed to keep watch on. It should have been a collective failure for the whole team, herself, Ackermann, and Shirley, for n
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I-Shirley13“ Wait… You think the Angel of Death has Shirley? ” asked Chief Tador, sounding a little panicky.Ackermann took a deep breath. “ Yes, Chief. ” Concurred, Ackermann.Chief Tador laughed hard. “ Quit being so Paranoid, Ackermann. Shirley is here with me and okay. ” “ Wait, what? ” asked Ackermann, in a loud and confused tone.“ Agent Shirley is here Ackermann, relax! ”Ackermann could hear Shirley giggle from Chief Tador’s end.He shook his head.“ Please put her on the phone, Sir. ”Ackermann hit the loudspeaker button and turned up his volume to the max.He hurried back inside the bedroom to see Azriel. The girl had already lost all hopes of seeing her role model ever again. She had sat on the bed and buried her weepy eyes between her thighs. Ackermann immediately felt her sadness the moment he entered the room. He sat beside her
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I-Shirley 14 In the short distance from the car to the door, the two were simultaneously contemplating what kind of approach to take; they couldn't get on the decision whether to kick the door open or enter gently as if they were undercover. Both Shirley and Ackermann reduced their pace in order to get the Chief in front to make the decision. Chief Tador kicked the door open with his full might the second he got there. He had already decided on that the moment he saw the house. Besides, it was no time to be gentle. If they were rational, the situation seemed notably worse already. Looking at things,, the owners of the house whom the angel of death had visited were already dead, and the officer who was sent to check things out came at the wrong time, walked in on the angel of death doing his deed, and also got his piece, besides the family. The Chief had already thought of this; there was no way he would gently approach the house; he needed to enter with full force and vigor. "FBI…
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