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ANDANTE - Part 2-

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ANDANTE [Part 2]
Story By - Temarigirl1600



Cleo ran his fingers through his dirt blond hair letting out a ragged sigh. Emory standing inches away had that smirk on his face. There in front of them laid a corpse.

It was a young girl, her pale blond hair tasseled and her physique completely contorted. She couldn't have been over eleven years of age. Her clothes ripped and torn beyond recognition.

"God…" muttered Cleo. Too late again he thought. Emory kneeled by the girl and gently lifted her from the ground into his arms. His face now was not an expression of mockery or wickedness. But compassion and pity.

"I swear Cleo… On Lieselotte's life, that I will find this person… and kill them myself…," Emory stated in the coldest tone Cleo ever heard him speak with. It was late afternoon, as the sun set the two young men waited silently as darkness overcame them.

Cleo regrettably glared at the ground beneath him, almost as if he was glaring to the underworld that he had heard existed somehow and brought upon evil things in the world. Emory glanced over to him and slowly made his way.

"Y'know… where you're looking isn't the only place that's important…," Emory directed Cleo's sight to the flaming gold sky on the horizon.

"A beautiful sight you can see only by looking up , my friend…". Cleo never had accepted that…
An overwhelming silence swept across Cleo for the rest of the day. No matter what Emory did he couldn't shake him out of the depression he was in.

"Ya seem awfully connected to that girl somehow… or… to something related to her appearance…", Emory stated with the corners of his mouth slightly tipped up. Cleo only glared warningly at him , making a small grunt. Emory hinted a shred of accomplishment, he knew exactly how to bring out a person's private thoughts. He wasn't quite sure how, but he could always sense what someone was feeling or even thinking. That's how he knew just how to get under anyone's skin and annoy them so much.

"You can't hide it. I can sense these things y'know…," Emory slightly chuckled as he saw Cleo tense up. He sighed knowing that even if he could completely expose Cleo's feelings he could never bring down his resolve without taking drastic measures.

However, Cleo wasn't the type to just ignore his feelings. He was and always had been one to examine every aspect of life so that it makes as much sense as possible. So in other words, he had to vent or else he'd just have pent up feelings.

"Hey… I can… trust you, right?," Cleo finally broke the silence. Emory blinked. He just couldn't believe what Cleo had just asked him. After the surprise he broke into laughter.

"Ah… 'Da'.Yes.," Emory held his sides to keep from hurting. He always liked an unexpected event to happen.

"How?". Emory's expression was now filled with coldness.
Cleo glanced over and could tell Emory has certain things he'd rather not talk about. He was after all just another member of the organization. It's not like any of them had to trust or even care about one another. Work gets done, and there are no complaints.

"You actually think I'd show you my past?". Cleo questioned in his mind what Emory had meant by 'show him'. Emory placed his hand on his scarf. It was very unique indeed.

It's pattern had forest animals, those of which that are famous in Russian folk tales like the bear.
Red was the background color that overshadowed the evergreen trees of the tundra towering tall over the creatures. Emory was careful with it, it was almost as if he himself was apart of it.

"This was given to me by Leiselotte… She gave it to me so I could hide this…." He slowly and gingerly pulled of the scarf revealing a gruesome tattoo that almost looked like a scar on the left side of his neck. It was shaped like a hexagon but hard to tell as many cuts and discolored spots of skin surrounded it. Inside the hexagon was a six petal flower, almost resembling a cherry blossom petal.

"Lieselotte was the only person up till now to know about it. Maybe later if you earn my trust as she has will you be able to learn my past with your own eyes, without any deceptions, through it." Emory quickly wrapped his scarf around his neck to cover it up.





Back at the hotel room the two had decided to investigate with all the resources they could come up with. Emory suggested he take a look into the girl's memory which meant having to actually make contact with her brain. Cleo denied that one the moment it left his mouth.

"With my vast network I can research any one who might have come in contact with our killer. It's obvious it's just mindless murder without any reason behind it," Cleo raised his tone. Emory gave Cleo a even-we-aren't-that-special kind of look.

Cleo knew Emory wasn't the type of person to just sit and let everything sink in. So he got out a pen and a paper. "Look… If I pick up even a little clue I can most likely track down the next target. If it only happens in a certain area there's a good chance I could use myself as a decoy." He drew pictures of small figurines, not graphs and charts like Emory had expected him to do.

"Ahh,Decoy," repeated Emory. "Hate to break it to ya, but that's not really your line of work. I'd be a better decoy because I can read minds and sense auras." Emory picked the pen out of Cleo's hand and drew a small cibified version of both himself and Cleo in the presence of a mysterious 'thing'.

"I could actually tell if our supposed suspect came up to me with malicious intentions. I mean let's say perhaps you could at the last second predict it, but I could actually dodge attacks unlike you who has to strategize for a plan." He drew the ending of both pudgy character's role on the paper. Emory had the killer in cuffs. And Cleo had "cute"(or at least in Emory's perspective) "X" markings for eyes.
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It was past midnight. The crystal moon hung dully yet elegantly surrounded by the ebony skies. Not even the stars shone as bright as most nights.
Everything was dull. Not one sliver of color stood out.

The figure outstretched it's arms to the moon. A sneer plastered across it's face. A shimmering ray reflected off a golden blade sliced through the darkness. The figure clumsily took steps out of the forest green canopies.

There. A young man. Probably no more than 18 years of age lay in her path. The figure snickered.

"Your thinking how vulnerable I am standing in front of you right this instant. And trying to fabricate a plan to gain my head in the shortest amount of time." The young man was hooded however a noticeable grin just as sinister as the figure's was present.

The figure had not responded. It seemed like it either simply didn't have time to speak or didn't know how to. It's other senses were beyond human despite this fact.

The young man just kept staring on to. There was no fear in his being. But maybe a little bit of tension. He seemed to have a pretty good grip on what was about to happen. In fact He knew exactly what was going to happen because he was Emory Skorcz.
Sorry it took so long....
I had this stached in my PC and forgot to upload it.
Its alittle shorter than part 1

Cleo Eckroad and Emory Skorcz along with the woman killer person belong to me :P
© 2011 - 2024 Temarigirl1600
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