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... as if they already have enough trouble. Rain never seems to end. The proof is useless, but makes little scene, I need to play the villain when needed. Probably if I had a poncho no one would take me seriously.

Tonight began badly, I just got out of the house and already there is work to do. When something or someone dies in this town, I have to investigate a bit ', you never know. Today it was indeed something. One of those things loose, terrorizing passersby at night, decided to crash into the wall of a building, at least that's what they told me. Of usual these "things" are very durable and I do not think they ever had suicidal feelings. I do not like at all these deals to be honest, but I need this job ...

get there and find it on the spot only two police officers and a few odd that people keep a safe distance. Monster Sergeant the card in my wallet, he mutters something half-heartedly and beckons me to follow him. They have covered everything with a towel to the good ... the smell is unbearable, as if something had died in a toilet for days among others. I raise a little 'the cloth while the other cop in order not to stop the mouth of the stomach. A pool of black slurry with half the remains of what could be bodies, feathers black crow ... sharp teeth, many missing, must have separated on impact. I put myself in front of a handkerchief to his nose a bit to try to cover 'the stench. I look at his face, usually these deals have terrifying expression, with their eyes red giant ... but this has upset her face, as if time was something to scare him. Maybe we have seen the mirror and decided to call it quits. He chuckled mentally. I'm going to cover it when I notice. Behind what should be the package, if it was not as big as both of my legs, there's something. A blank symbol. I do give a pair of gloves and turn my head without much concern ... is a pentacle. I can not decipher it but at a guess must be an invoice. Covers it and walked towards my car, I say to the two guard to call the team to remove .. Weaker than the stomach as he looks at me and asked me what the fuck happens, but do not give him time to ask the question and leave it there with the rookie's face.

still raining, damn at least I bought a hat with this waterproof.

got into the car. And 'big stuff. Who could have attached an invoice to a supernatural being like that?! What scares me to say good two minutes, then I think of what I do. We will move a lot of mud to understand what happened tonight. Kill a Shinigami ... stuff is the highest level, are usually the ones to kill us and there was never anything to do, at most get away from them and hide.

I put my bike in a little cart and outgassing 'to raise off the bad thoughts ... I go to my personal adviser in the field of nasty business. By now you should just open.

stop the engine, I buttoned good for the rag I him. The sign is on, "Purchell market" ... it's almost ironic that the first four letters of the neon is burned ... what remains should render a better idea of \u200b\u200bwhat this place. I open the door and are posted to the bell put there on purpose. I hear a voice from behind the counter:

"I know that the noise bothers you, but I keep it there on purpose for this ..."

"look and then I know you love me Harold," I reply

"but You know that noise that gives you the nerve is said to be an attraction for the angels?! I were you I'd think about "

" I'll think about ... but I did not come here for someone Hardy ... he killed a Shinigami tonight and you must help me to understand how such a thing is possible "

" is simply not possible, "he says, looking almost amused.

"well that's what I saw earlier ... so I think as soon as you touch reconsider your concept of impossible to understand and help me out! We are in Hardy shit, that thing was reduced to a piece of shit and most of them had a strange symbol on her neck ... it seemed to me an invoice ... but who can do such a thing and especially how!? "

. .. I'd know the draw? "

take a piece of paper there on the bench and try to rifarglielo best I can. The symbols outside the circle are difficult to remember and do again, because my Aramaic is very rusty. Shows it to him ... and I see that expression changes, becomes darker. Seriously ask me

"you're sure to have seen exactly that?"

"more or less"

"no more or less! be sure you fuck! "

" Hardy hey what is the matter?! you do not heat up so much! I'm pretty sure that it is so like you even if I did not really like drawing a fucking bike! "

" you do not understand, "she yells" this is bad, very bad! "

"but what the hell are you talking about?" I ask him, begin to worry a bit, 'I've never seen him so agitated, shall never be at these levels ...

"This is the brand! is your brand! "

" but what brand are you talking about!? Calm down now! "

" go out there and expect that I should contact you, I have to do things first, before you can know. Go home or found another hole to hide, know that there will be other, more killings like this, which will cover things that are not of this world ... He wants to find a way back into this plane! but this should not happen! "

"but who the hell is this Him? the plant to make the mysterious and paranoid I say something? "

" I said get out of here! ", grab me by the arm and drags me out of the shop, slamming the door, locks off the lights.

I stand there for about ten minutes trying to figure out what the hell has happened but also what could snap it like that ...

Nothing good ... I went toward the car, the phone rings I:

"you must come at once ... we found it wrong in a small alley, we're bringing to you, to find facts at home."

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Idle sitting watching the sunset at Tortuga One evening in early autumn, the clouds rose over the boats moored in port, maybe a bit 'of melancholy for a beautiful day ended

... but soon there will be many more

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... it all started with a sound. While I was sleeping I started to feel it. It was as though the paper rubbed on wool. A sizzle. E 'party feet. Half asleep I thought of when a child, I ate the potatoes in foil, the foil that made noise when handled awkwardly to reach the stuffing. I have not noticed. I started to feel a bit 'tingling in the fingers ... it seemed they were awakened by the night. I continued to ignore me and I turned over in blankets. Heat. The heat is what really started to attract my attention. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the ceiling. How pitiful was his eyes ... I removed the covers to see what was going on. There was nothing. I thought of old age and its quirks, and I went back under the covers. Riassopito. Again the noise, now stronger, now different. It was extended, perhaps taking advantage of my insane calm. All legs were immersed in ice ... cold, heavy. Knew his coward that he had just cut my every possible escape route. Anxiety. A sudden disease, so suddenly? The phone was too far away, oblivious to everything there on the desk, waiting to convey the voice of someone who knows who ... Motionless in my bed. How many times I wanted to do it, remain relaxed as the rain trying to sink this ridiculous world ... but in the end I always go out and deal with my brave umbrella. What can you think in such moments? That was never old enough to die ... But in the end the weather has had and thrown away. The ice was melting a bit 'but I came back the forces. I felt a strange discomfort in the wrists, my heart was scared first, and was accelerating more and more to try to help me out ... not that I have to say them out well. My chest was suddenly filled with something. A hot, dense liquid, I thought the wax ... but how could it have to end there? No way ... the wax immediately became heavy as stone ... then again the noise, came out from inside ... I felt it through my bones. I understand now that the hog would not be satisfied, wanted more, wanted to climb higher and higher. How to blame the other hand ... Who would not want to do it. Small finger went up my back, doing the rounds, passing under the arms, then climbing to the clavicles in on ... to climb the neck to reach the ears. What a pleasure to finally be able to hear distinctly, that damn noise. Cheeky, I said something, whispering ... I'll eat you. I thought it would do great harm because I did not see the sharp teeth around. I did not have any instinct that pushed me to flee. Perhaps he had injected the poison in me ... maybe I'd poison propionate alone in all these years to think about stupid things sense sense ... maybe the poison was waiting for something foolish nonsense. Always a ridiculous prey. I started to feel something slimy and smooth back from the navel, as a language ... left no traces of his passage, to me it seemed to touch his skin is torn ... yet there was nothing. When the feeling came to lick his chin ... I really understood what that noise ... a sizzle. The thought of it triggered something inside me, and he understood that I had learned. I heard a chuckle, an evil grin and submissive. The blood began to boil, my body a blur ... smoke. I could just raise your back and scream, because I kept even from his wrists. My skin had become intolerable, hot. I watched as reddening, and from what it was a red flower is a yellow bloom that is covered with many petals of a red orange. There were flames. I was finally burning ... The fire I was tearing into small pieces, but then he became aware of my good taste of course, began to devour. I had the feeling that the brush soaked lava depict stories about me .. or maybe you wrote. I heard them curse me. Felt the little voices that came from that mouth of hell breaking up what they touched. The pain was so intense, that this word now means little to me. I was not thinking anything, in fact I was so good ... I just wanted to burn. Burn. The smell of me I do not even disgusted; the smell of thoughts that eventually freed, the frustrations that finally disappeared. Ash. A few days later someone would open the windows, after the tears, after the void left by my useless body, and I would have flown away. A popular air, being breathed by people who hated me and then come out from the tears of those who loved me. Someone would have smoked, maybe my friends. Burn. All I wanted.