Post by dedpool1979 on Jan 16, 2009 2:07:58 GMT -5
I hope our esteemed EiC's don't mind, but I wanted to post a small preview for the first issue of my upcoming book, Noir2K. So, here ya go, your first look at "The World We Live In." Hope you guys and gals enjoy it!
-Logan
It always starts with a girl.
Doesn’t matter what the case is, in the end you’ll always find out that it started with a girl. Sometimes they’re tall and leggy, sometimes they’re short, sometimes they’re bombshells sometimes they’re ugly mother%^&$#@!, and sometimes they’re just mothers.
This time it was a dead girl, anything outside of that didn’t really matter at the moment.
“What happened?” I asked, lighting up my Pall Mall.
“Ah, Jesus, D, do you have to smoke around the damn crime scene?”
That’s Frank Castle, local detective with the PD. Good guy, doesn’t mind the P.I’s. Me? I think there’s too damn many of ‘em, but a guy’s gotta earn a living.
“Sorry Frank, comes standard with the trench coat and hat.”
With the flick of a finger I send my cigarette hurling across the street.
“So, what happened?” I ask again.
“Shot, back of the head, dumped in the river, no more than twenty-four hours ago from the looks of it.”
I take a look at the girl; young, decent looking…well besides the hole in her head. She’s wearing a red dress; it’s tattered, surely from a night in the river, and probably a few birds picking at her when she washed up on shore. She’s got brown hair; it’s wet, of course and matted to her face. Her eyes are closed. Thank God for small favors. No matter how many dead bodies you see it’s hard to get used to those glazed over eyes.
“Jesus it’s too early in the morning for homicide,” Frank mutters.
I look up from the body, the fog hasn’t quite drifted out, and you can barely see the bridge, I can make out a few early morning headlights. The air still has that chill in it…I love the winter. You grow up in the constant heat, makes you appreciate the hell out of the cold.
There’s a few people standing on the other side of the river, they look like bums for the most part. Probably the most excitement they’ll see for awhile. Maybe not though, considering where they live.
“So Frank,” I start, pulling out another Pall Mall. He gives me a look. “I’m not gonna light it man…not yet.”
“Those things’ll kill ya,” he says, shaking his head at me.
“So, you think this is your problem, or theirs?’ I ask, nodding towards the other side.
“Body landed here, makes it our problem…” He follows my gaze across the river bank. “God help her if she’s a mutie though, won’t know ‘til the coroner’s report comes back though.”
“Damn shame the way those people get treated,” I say, turning away from the body. “Born different, doesn’t mean they should get the short end of the stick.”
“It’s the world we live in D, not everything’s black and white…”
-Logan
It always starts with a girl.
Doesn’t matter what the case is, in the end you’ll always find out that it started with a girl. Sometimes they’re tall and leggy, sometimes they’re short, sometimes they’re bombshells sometimes they’re ugly mother%^&$#@!, and sometimes they’re just mothers.
This time it was a dead girl, anything outside of that didn’t really matter at the moment.
“What happened?” I asked, lighting up my Pall Mall.
“Ah, Jesus, D, do you have to smoke around the damn crime scene?”
That’s Frank Castle, local detective with the PD. Good guy, doesn’t mind the P.I’s. Me? I think there’s too damn many of ‘em, but a guy’s gotta earn a living.
“Sorry Frank, comes standard with the trench coat and hat.”
With the flick of a finger I send my cigarette hurling across the street.
“So, what happened?” I ask again.
“Shot, back of the head, dumped in the river, no more than twenty-four hours ago from the looks of it.”
I take a look at the girl; young, decent looking…well besides the hole in her head. She’s wearing a red dress; it’s tattered, surely from a night in the river, and probably a few birds picking at her when she washed up on shore. She’s got brown hair; it’s wet, of course and matted to her face. Her eyes are closed. Thank God for small favors. No matter how many dead bodies you see it’s hard to get used to those glazed over eyes.
“Jesus it’s too early in the morning for homicide,” Frank mutters.
I look up from the body, the fog hasn’t quite drifted out, and you can barely see the bridge, I can make out a few early morning headlights. The air still has that chill in it…I love the winter. You grow up in the constant heat, makes you appreciate the hell out of the cold.
There’s a few people standing on the other side of the river, they look like bums for the most part. Probably the most excitement they’ll see for awhile. Maybe not though, considering where they live.
“So Frank,” I start, pulling out another Pall Mall. He gives me a look. “I’m not gonna light it man…not yet.”
“Those things’ll kill ya,” he says, shaking his head at me.
“So, you think this is your problem, or theirs?’ I ask, nodding towards the other side.
“Body landed here, makes it our problem…” He follows my gaze across the river bank. “God help her if she’s a mutie though, won’t know ‘til the coroner’s report comes back though.”
“Damn shame the way those people get treated,” I say, turning away from the body. “Born different, doesn’t mean they should get the short end of the stick.”
“It’s the world we live in D, not everything’s black and white…”