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CHAPTER 19Chief Tador took a better look around and saw the Angel of Death's writing on the wall; "I am the angel of death, and this is my design." And then below it, "My work is almost done!" Chief Tador's eyes opened wide for a few moments, and then he smiled in an irritating smug.Azriel spotted the Chief's smirk from a mile away and approached him. "I didn't know you were already awake, and you seem almost excited about something. You just woke up from a weird deep sleep, and you are not freaking out…?" said Azriel.Chief Tador's upper eyelid raised, and the lower lid drew down, which exposed the white sclera above and below his iris. "Huh…? Are you a mind reader…." The man didn't even realize the devilish smile he had put on his face. He might have thought he was smiling in his head.Chief Tador turned his eyes away from Azriel and looked back at the writing in blood on the wall. "He said he's almost done?" asked Tador.Related chapters
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I-SHIRLEYCHAPTER 20“Yeah -- it’s tonight. I’ll be on the plane right after.”“Oh ok
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Azriel wiped off the steam from the mirrors. She looked into her eyes through the reflection for a while. "This is it... Tonight is the night!" She said to herself. She didnt know what she was going to find out; she didnt even know what to expect. "I'll disclose the identity of this "Angel of Death" to the world."Azriel sighed."Why do i get the feeling something bad is going to happen...? According to him, the angel of death wouldn't attack him no matter what, because he has a list, and he doesn't kill for fun.Well, I guess that should be reassuring..." Azriel thought."Now, what to wear."Azriel opened her traveling bag and turned it upside down - emptying it. She spread the dress apart and looked at each of them closely. "Red, black, summer green... which is which?" She put her index finger on her pointy nose and thought for a while."Black!" She finally decided.Azriel didn't take longer than half an hour to dress up. She closed her eyes once her hands felt the coldness of the me
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“Rebekah might have sleepwalked or whatever, but she ends up waking up in the middle of the woods, confused on how the hell she’d gotten there. The howls of the wolves in the woods woke her up. She sits up and breathes heavily, as if she had just escaped from someone who almost strangled her to death, or she just came out from the bottom of a river that tried to swallow and suffocate her.She coughed violently, but after that the tension in her breath and the pounding of her heart had reduced. After moments of taking care of herself not to cough out her heart or get a heart attack, she finally noticed the environment. All her efforts of relaxing herself went straight into the bin, because where she found herself gave her more fright than what startled her in her sleep. She looked down at her dress and saw what she was wearing; It didn’t belong to her, neither did she recall any memory of her putting it on. It was a sleeveless overall dress which looked even blacker and darker than a n
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I-SHIRLEY 23 A deep passionate kiss woke Shirley up from sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, and the first thing she saw was Gehrig’s blurry face, smiling down at her. “Good morning, babe –” He greeted and planted another kiss on her lips. Shirley smiled. “Hi…” She said as she sent her hands over her face to caress her eyes. “Wait…” Shirley sniffled jokingly. “Is that –” “Yes, it is…” Gehrig interrupted. “ Oh my… I haven’t had that in like forever! No actually, I haven’t had a good breakfast in months… Years even.” Gehrig chuckled lightly. “I’m aware, honey.” “Well, what am I waiting for then?” “Exactly my thought…” Gehrig grabbed her hands and helped her off the bed. Breakfast was soft pancakes and berries, as warm as they would be in the sun, maple syrup threaded upon the top, with a glass of cold orange juice at the side. Shirley dug in, the moment her butt landed on the chair. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly when the pancake came into contact with
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i-shirley24Shirley parked her car a few meters from the crime scene and just looked. She knew everyone was waiting for her to throw more light on what had happened; the local police waiting to wrap everything up, the corona was waiting to transport the body for an autopsy, and the press waiting impatiently to get the story or a statement at the very least. The press might have been the reason she got held up in the car, but that wasn’t all. She couldn’t get herself to walk in the building and look at the bloody scene. The angel of death had a habit of making every subsequent murder more unbearable than the previous one. They thought killing a baby was the last line the bastard would, but no, he showed them he had no lines to cross; he did everything and anything he felt like doing.Shirley sighed when she realized she was tearing up. She wiped the edges of her eyes with her thumb.“I’m so sorry --- I’m so sorry…” She repeated; more tears filling up in her eyes.“I’m sorry for the pr
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I-SHIRLEYCHAPTER 25“Smell…? It smells like blood alright. What other smell are you looking for?” asked the Officer.“It does smell like blood, doesn’t it? Does not what we’re looking for.” Shirley answered.“Oh — then what exactly are you looking for?” He continued.“The smell of death itself; you get me?”“Not really, I don’t.”Shirley sighed and caressed her eyes.“When the angel of death visits, there’s this kind of scent that he leaves around the crime Scene. Not the scent of the dead bodies… he’s own kind of scent. Faint but noticeable by us, because we’ve been to all of his crime scenes.” Ackermann mouthed.The officer looked at Ackermann for a while, Ackermann looked back… And then the officer sent his eyes to Shirley for a while. Shirley had her eyes locked somewhere else, lost in thought for whatever.Ackermann tapped her shoulder a third time until she reacted to it.“Ye – Yes…” Shirley answered, blinking her eyes a couple of times.“Why are you spacing out, Shirley?”“Sor
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I-Shirley BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA Peter Benedict saw his reflection and marveled at the way his image was chopped up and scrambled by the optics of the glass. The front of the building was a deeply con- cave surface, soaring ten stories over Wilshire Boulevard, almost sucking you in off the sidewalk toward the two-story disk of a lobby. There was an austere slate courtyard, cool and empty except for a Henry Moore bronze, a lobulated and vaguely human conception off to one side. The building glass was flawlessly mirror like, capturing the mood and color of the environs, and this being Beverly Hills, the mood was usually bright and the color a rich sky blue. Because the concavity was so severe, the glass also caught the images from other panes, tossing them like a salad-clouds, buildings, the Moore, pedestrians, and cars jumbled together. It was wonderful. This was his moment. He had reached the pinnacle. He had a scheduled and con- firmed appointment to see Bernie Sch
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I-shirley 27 The pit boss tapped Peter on the shoulder and whispered, "The manager wants to meet you." Peter blanched. "Don't worry, it's all good." Gil Flores, the floor manager of the Constellation, was sleek and urbane, and in his presence Peter felt scruffy and self-conscious. His armpits were damp, he wanted to leave. The manager's office was utilitarian, equipped with multiple flat-screen panels getting live feeds from the tables and slots. Flores was drilling down, trying to figure out the how’s and the whys. How did a civilian spot something his guys didn't and why did he turn them in? "What am I missing here?" Flores asked the timid man. Peter took a sip of water. "I knew the count," Peter admit- ted. "You were counting too?" "Yes." "You're a counter? You're admitting to me you're a counter?" Flores's voice was rising. "I count, but I'm not a counter." Flores's polish rubbed off. "What the fuck does that mean?" "I keep the count-it's kind of a habit, but
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