LJ Idol Week 5:Oubaitori
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fausts_dreamI glance at my compact mirror. Pretty bleak stuff, still I must admit I look good for my age. How old am I? Well, I was never fascinated by dinosaurs as a child, because I predate them, but for that matter I was never a child. Vanity is sin, anyway, advancing self-will over God's perfect will. Sin will make you fall. Take a lot to kill me, but falling is always a moment's carelessness away. It's a chance I take. I have been working these streets a long time.
If God allows Las Vegas to live, he owes Sodom and Gomorrah an apology. Someone once told me He considered doing something about Vegas, someone who might know, but it isn't my job to speculate. I work two jobs actually; I am spared the traditional womans second shift as wife and mother. It isn't absolutely mandatory in this century, so I eschew it, hard enough being a Vegas homicide dick and an avenging angel of the Lord of Hosts. I have a boyfriend, a U.S Senator, some important men need to be encouraged. But you have to get it just right, you can fall that way almost easier than anything else. Happened to a guy I knew once, fell for the wrong dame, literally.
No wonder I have bags under these baby blues. Rollins has the guys securing the crime scene, and it's bloody as fuck. Like something a wild animal would do, the first officer on the scene was pretty shaken up. Doubtless I have seen worse, but I put a handkerchief over my nose anyway, this body has its limits.
Rollins pushed a donut into my hands, raspberry jelly, one of His finest creations. I am a double stereotype, so I take it with the white icing. "It's a fucking slaughterhouse, Hannah.", Rollins said. My actual name is Haniel, close enough for gubbment work. "At least this monster has excellent choice in victims, word from vice is this place was about to be brought down for human trafficking.", Officer Daniel Kelly said. He was young, but passably discerning and connected, I was walking the scene, our monster didn't terrorize any of the tween girls, or the madam, just a handful of sleazeballs and their security.
"Our man seems pretty strong", I said. Kelly wretched once, losing the Chinese lunch he took with his mistress. I don't judge the kid, but I worry. I popped the remnants of my donut in my mouth, I probably shouldn't do it with this charnel house stench around, but I am pretty basic when working a case and I forget what looks weird to humans.
I was starting to think our killer wasn't a man at all. Looks like he just reached in and pulled out what he could get his hands on. Ribs, internal organs, intestines, whatever."
"He left a note" Rollins said, "Doesn't mean anything to me, can't make heads or tails of it." I put on a pair of gloves and read the worst possible news. "It's gibberish, let's take it back see if the smart guys in the computer room can figure it out." They can't, it's in the angelic tongue but contains an intentional falsehood, lies can't be expressed in the angelic tongue. It says Haniel, my brown eyed beauty, come play with me." My eyes have always been blue, the number of them I have is variable, but always blue. This was written by a demon, but one who spoke the angelic language. So not cobbled together in hell from sad and broken humans, an actual fallen angel.
And I have a depressing idea of who it might be. Remember I said someone fell for the wrong girl, well...he kind of took a fall for one to maybe save her. It's complicated don't compare yourselves to us, complicated I tell you. I get out my cell phone, "Raul, pick up the damn phone, look Senator, call me, there is something important you need to prepare yourself for. Call me"
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The speech was a success, all that was left was a hot shower and a cold beer and maybe the Knights vs Avalanche on the boob tube. Raul Alarcon was central casting for a young Senator, a young widower with a square jaw and a military hero background. He had been a Navy Seal, from the mean streets of Rancho Charleston and as such was prepared for anything. Except perhaps a demon from hell.
"I hope you don't mind Senator, but it was such a nice day I skipped the elevator and went ahead and climbed up the side of the building, I didn't break any glass or anything, didn't want to generate any bad press.", the thing once known as Hezekiel said. "It's 110 degrees out and we are on the 22nd floor", Senator Alarcon replied when he was able to speak again. "Clearly we are used to different climates, Senator."
"Thats a pretty silver cross, did she give it to you, Senator. Oh no, it doesn't work like that, the cross does nothing, it's the faith behind it and you have precious little of that, doesn't have to be the white God either, a Karankawa medicine woman almost turned me with an animal bone and her faith in Pichini, she let me go because she would rather the missionaries spend their time fighting things like me and leaving her people alone."
"Your body man is sleeping Senator, I am being nice and gentle, until the life of the party arrives. Can I get something out of your mini bar, Senator, it was a long climb up?"
If God allows Las Vegas to live, he owes Sodom and Gomorrah an apology. Someone once told me He considered doing something about Vegas, someone who might know, but it isn't my job to speculate. I work two jobs actually; I am spared the traditional womans second shift as wife and mother. It isn't absolutely mandatory in this century, so I eschew it, hard enough being a Vegas homicide dick and an avenging angel of the Lord of Hosts. I have a boyfriend, a U.S Senator, some important men need to be encouraged. But you have to get it just right, you can fall that way almost easier than anything else. Happened to a guy I knew once, fell for the wrong dame, literally.
No wonder I have bags under these baby blues. Rollins has the guys securing the crime scene, and it's bloody as fuck. Like something a wild animal would do, the first officer on the scene was pretty shaken up. Doubtless I have seen worse, but I put a handkerchief over my nose anyway, this body has its limits.
Rollins pushed a donut into my hands, raspberry jelly, one of His finest creations. I am a double stereotype, so I take it with the white icing. "It's a fucking slaughterhouse, Hannah.", Rollins said. My actual name is Haniel, close enough for gubbment work. "At least this monster has excellent choice in victims, word from vice is this place was about to be brought down for human trafficking.", Officer Daniel Kelly said. He was young, but passably discerning and connected, I was walking the scene, our monster didn't terrorize any of the tween girls, or the madam, just a handful of sleazeballs and their security.
"Our man seems pretty strong", I said. Kelly wretched once, losing the Chinese lunch he took with his mistress. I don't judge the kid, but I worry. I popped the remnants of my donut in my mouth, I probably shouldn't do it with this charnel house stench around, but I am pretty basic when working a case and I forget what looks weird to humans.
I was starting to think our killer wasn't a man at all. Looks like he just reached in and pulled out what he could get his hands on. Ribs, internal organs, intestines, whatever."
"He left a note" Rollins said, "Doesn't mean anything to me, can't make heads or tails of it." I put on a pair of gloves and read the worst possible news. "It's gibberish, let's take it back see if the smart guys in the computer room can figure it out." They can't, it's in the angelic tongue but contains an intentional falsehood, lies can't be expressed in the angelic tongue. It says Haniel, my brown eyed beauty, come play with me." My eyes have always been blue, the number of them I have is variable, but always blue. This was written by a demon, but one who spoke the angelic language. So not cobbled together in hell from sad and broken humans, an actual fallen angel.
And I have a depressing idea of who it might be. Remember I said someone fell for the wrong girl, well...he kind of took a fall for one to maybe save her. It's complicated don't compare yourselves to us, complicated I tell you. I get out my cell phone, "Raul, pick up the damn phone, look Senator, call me, there is something important you need to prepare yourself for. Call me"
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The speech was a success, all that was left was a hot shower and a cold beer and maybe the Knights vs Avalanche on the boob tube. Raul Alarcon was central casting for a young Senator, a young widower with a square jaw and a military hero background. He had been a Navy Seal, from the mean streets of Rancho Charleston and as such was prepared for anything. Except perhaps a demon from hell.
"I hope you don't mind Senator, but it was such a nice day I skipped the elevator and went ahead and climbed up the side of the building, I didn't break any glass or anything, didn't want to generate any bad press.", the thing once known as Hezekiel said. "It's 110 degrees out and we are on the 22nd floor", Senator Alarcon replied when he was able to speak again. "Clearly we are used to different climates, Senator."
"Thats a pretty silver cross, did she give it to you, Senator. Oh no, it doesn't work like that, the cross does nothing, it's the faith behind it and you have precious little of that, doesn't have to be the white God either, a Karankawa medicine woman almost turned me with an animal bone and her faith in Pichini, she let me go because she would rather the missionaries spend their time fighting things like me and leaving her people alone."
"Your body man is sleeping Senator, I am being nice and gentle, until the life of the party arrives. Can I get something out of your mini bar, Senator, it was a long climb up?"
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Date: 2024-08-08 06:45 am (UTC)"Clearly we are used to different climates, Senator."
Terrific line!
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Date: 2024-08-11 06:43 pm (UTC)Very creative! :)
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