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I-SHIRLEY 01
Detective Ackermann slowly walked out the entrance door of the victim’s house, with both his hands tucked firmly in his harem trousers. He took a few steps away from the crime scene and headed towards the deacon’s bench across the roadside. He realized the bench was as dusty as it could get but he still slumped into it without care. He leaned forward, placed his head in his hands, and groaned. Huge body-shaking sobs racked his body, each coming in a wave, he let out a low whimper. “When is this atrocity ever going to end?” He ran his left hand through his black messy hair repeatedly and reached out for his mobile phone with the other hand. He got into his contacts list and started scrolling down hastily with his thumb. He eventually stopped at the “S” column and phoned the first contact. The call got answered on the first ring. “Hello, Ackermann.” Said the called party. Detective Ackermann: How far away are you? We need to turn off the flashers; it’s still sleeping time for the neig
I-SHIRLEY 02
The piercing ring tone from her mobile phone made her jump, stubbing her toe against the glass table right in front of the couch she had fallen asleep in. She looked around hesitantly, confused about how she got on the couch, how she was still in her working clothes, and why her phone sounded so utterly violent in her ears. She felt the immediate ache in her head, something she was used to waking up to, but the pain she felt at the time threatened to split her head. She put her hands on both sides of her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She answered the call. "Hey, kiddo, what’s up?" --- "Hi...umm, Chief Tador is asking for you, and he’s boiling with rage". --- "Huh? Why?" "There's been yet another... Angel of Death" incident." "Huh? Wait... what? Already?" "Hmm... yes." "Alright. Text me the location" "Oh-don’t worry about that; I’m parked right in front of your house" --- hangs up. Shirley dropped the phone and sighed hard. She stood up and knocked over an empty wine bottle
I-SHIRLEY 03
Shirley sat at the other side of the apartment, silently and attentively watching the horrific scene. She’d been completely lost in thought for several minutes that she didn’t realize that all her colleagues had cleared the room. The strong vibration from her ringing phone made her snap right out of it. She took a hesitant look around the room and then realized shortly after that she was alone. She chuckled. Shirley: Hey! Thanks for bringing me back. Everyone else left without notice. Ackermann: Wait… Huh? Shirley: Oh, never mind. What’s up? Ackermann: Well, I just woke up and, heard the news… He really killed a baby…? Shirley: Hmph… We need to put an end to this. I want to say “before this gets out of hand”, but it’s already gotten out of hand. Ackermann: I know right? Anyways I’m sure you didn’t get any sleep last night, so um, after you’re done there, direct Azriel to me then you go get some sleep, okay? Shirley: Yeah, alright. Sounds good. Shirley hopped out of the chair almost imm
I-SHIRLEY 04
Shirley drove home with Azriel at her side. The entire ride was so quiet. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. Shirley couldn't believe what she'd just seen, and Azriel, too, freaked out to the bones even though she when hadn't seen the footage yet. Shirley wouldn't show it to her for some reason. "I can't show it to you, you can't see it. Not yet at least; not while you are in this state". Azriel turned her face to her side of the car, thinking hard about what happened to her earlier. It's never happened. At least not while she was still awake, and that's what made it even worse. When you're in a nightmare, it feels genuinely authentic, but then at the same time, it doesn't because you're asleep. Azriel's was a different story. She was fully awake. She could feel the wind rubbing her cheeks and blowing her hair from one direction to the other. So when she found herself in that situation, she was completely freaked. It all started with Shirley's description of how the homicide to
I-SHIRLEY 05
I-Shirley Chapter 5 Shirley went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. She’d worn her hair up, smeared a good amount of Aloe Vera on her face, but kept the region around her eyes dry for the blindfold. Drinking water before bed was something Shirley had done almost all her life, though she only found out about the health benefits a few years ago. Throughout the years, she knew it was a good practice to drink a glass of warm water before going to bed; at least, that’s what her mother told her when she was still a little girl. The woman would bring her a glass of water, make her gulp everything and then send her to sleep. Sometimes if Shirley goes to sleep without drinking, it wouldn’t make a difference to the mother because she’d wake her daughter up and hand her the glass, and Shirley would always be annoyed with her for waking her up, but the mother wouldn’t mind. After some time, Shirley would get a glass of water, stand in front of the mother, and finish it to avoid an
I-SHIRLEY 06
I-ShirleyChapter 6"So are you going to tell me what that w
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
I-SHIRLEY 08
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
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