luckythebartender

I stood there for little while, breathing in the fresh morning air, and feeling the cool breeze on my face. I looked aimlessly down on the headstone and sighed with a feeling of resolve. I liked it back behind the old house, standing with the rest of what remained of my family, it was peaceful, and quite. They kept it safe for me to stand tall in the open, safe for me to be a person. The wind picked up, and I looked to the sky. The clouds had gotten dark, and were rolling in quickly. Nodding to the stones, I ran off towards the trees in search of the goat. I passed this way and that, always careful to avoid the forest's edge that faced the

You know those moments where you think about what others would have to say about your line of work? Where you go about thinking "Well, no one can say my job isn't interesting", or you wonder if that man across the road finds me odd, slinking around behind the police investigation tape.   I get those feelings a lot. I'm not the only one in the ramshackle hotel here; there are three cops in the other room, but I'd just count them as deadweights; the people who matter, are in the hall, discussing the logistics of the murder—or rather, the state of their employment. The one with the gray walrus mustache? That's police chief investigator

2 Without delay Pyke picks herself up from where I threw her to the ground, brushing the snow from her kills and coat "You could have damaged the kills with that stunt of yours" she says lamely, trying to find a reason to hate me. I don't blame her for trying either; this isn't the first time I've saved her life this way, and every time she reminds me how she could have taken care of herself. But the threat was never a screamer before; they never used to get this close to sanctuary and the other northern provinces. "Anyhow" she continues, taking my silence as a response "these are the only kills we have to show for the past three days; an