Disenchanted

[me]

"Excuse me, my name is Pete Phillips, do you think you have minute?" A man with a dog asks me as I walk down the street of 108 boulevard and ISO street. The fellow appears to be in his mid-to-late forties, he donned an Addidas windbreaker jacket with matching windbreaker trousers. His dog appeared to be a Chow, though I wasn't quite sure. On The Patty Winters show this morning Patty intensely interviewed a Oreo Cookie.

"Is that a chow?" I ask him, purposely ignoring his question, he merely laughed gaily and something, I wasn't really paying attention, I was too captivated by the dog.

''Murder she wrote'' I heard the dog say to me, I tilted my inquiringly. It locked eyes with me, his penetrating glare looked as if it was peering into my very soul, but I stood unfazed, I matched his glare with one of my own. His owner started to say something yet again, so I reluctantly looked up at him.

"Are you a model?" He asked me with a seductive look on his face. "You look just like Abhishek Biswas." I laugh in response then turned my attention back at the mutt. By now I'm knelt down stroking it's ears.

"Is this a chow?" I ask again but this time a little more forcefully.

"Actually It's a Spaniel mixed with a poodle, where did you see the resemblance to a chow?" He asked me with a raised eyebrow. I look at the chow and sneer.

"Good thing I keep a special treat just for Chows.." I say reaching into the inside pocket of my Giorgio Armani suit jacket. The owner says something I don't quite hear, so I suddenly grab the chow by the neck and slam him against the wall of a nearby building, then I fully take out my pocket knife from my jacket split the chow's stomach open down the middle. The old man gaps at me, and repeatedly says "Oh my god" over and over. I let the dog go. The Chow is now whimpering in pain as his insides spill out of him, he walks around in circles and starts to gnaw on some tube that's still attached to him before it completely dies.

The owner is now babbling incoherently and attempts to run, I easily caught him and hem him up against the wall, "Please don't kill me, please, please-" I jam the knife in his trachea, he starts to make gurgling noises and blood gushes from his throat and mouth.

I let him go and look around, luckily for me it appears nobodies in the vicinity. I look at the pair I just murdered, despite the fact that I just murdered them it still fails to fully amuse me. "I'm not Ahieshek Biswas." I tell the corpse, and walk away from the scene.

[Mia/Noir]

Today was one of those strange days, it was a cloudy and dark day always threatening to rain but never quite getting there. I pull my Hood over my head and pull my hands into the sleeves. I could feel the chill this morning as I walked the streets, hear the many different sounds that surrounded the busy city streets.

Strange things always happened in this city but I never seem to notice, its just home a home that has it highs and lows. I find myself staring at the sky when in the corner of my eye something captures my attention. A Black cat is staring at me, purring and it lays on top of the concrete wall.

"Hello Kitty."

It jumps down and purrs at my feet as I crouch down and pat it. It tickles as it rubs against my leg, but that wasn't the only feeling I got. My vision grew cloudy and I had to reach for my head, I felt my body sway and the next thing I knew I was out, everything went black and i was laying on the payment people just passing me by.

[me]

The homosexual old man and the chow left a bitter taste in my mouth, I hadn't enjoyed myself as much as I thought I would. As I walk down Apostle street I notice a homeless man, he wears a heavy faded dull brown jacket that is cleverly decorated in bird crap. I take out a ten dollar bill from my gazelle skin wallet. His face lights up as he reaches for the bill that I am now waving over his face. I spend about five minutes handing the bum the bill just to snatch it away before he gets to to grab it.

Even that tastes bland to me now, so I move along making sure I didn't give him the bill. As I depart I hear him start to sob, I make a special note to come back at midnight so I can cut off his eyelids. I don't know what is the cause for my current state of melancholy, nothing that usually makes me feel contempt seems to be working, and every step I take I feel more and more hollow.

I walk down a street that is moderately crowded with pedestrians, and surprisingly none of them stops to compliment me on my tan. That bothers me, I begin to sweat and notice myself starting to hyperventilate. I am now power walking down the street bumping into people along the way, they are most likely cursing at me but I can't hear them, all sound is muffled. Am I having a panic attack?

My walk turns into a run and I am racing down the 8th street, 7th, and 8th again. I run into a nearby department store, I grab a can of Spam and run to the counter salivating all over it. After I pay for it I notice that it isn't spam but a cheap rip-off called Treet. I take out my still blood stained knife and open the can and rub the contents all over my face. I spit on the store clerk and make my way out of the store.

I run passed a Drug dealer, I make a 360 degree turn and realized it just led me in the same direction I was in, so I opted for the less popular 180 to face the Dealer, I threw a handful of cash at him and he tossed me an ounce-or liter, I wasn't sure. I swallowed the bag whole and started to yell.

I found myself running again though I'm not sure where I am. I trip over a object I didn't see, It was a Woman sleeping with a cat circling around her. "Did you do this?" I ask the cat while gesturing toward the unconscious girl. The cat merely nodded in response. I burst out into laughter and start quoting lyrics from the song "Naughty girls need love too" By Samantha Fox.

[Mia/Noir]

A small feather rested neatly next to the girls check as she lay there, strange really for it did not fall from the sky nor blow along the wind, it just somehow was there next to her...

The cat circled the girl, purring lightly happy with itself when she spotted the man she was waiting for trip over the girl with the feather. He ask her if she did it and she only nodded then began to play with the soft white feather.

*Screams, awful screams, and yelps, yelps that rang through your head. Then silence, always silence. It was a cruel reminder of life ending. It was horrific to watch, but she couldn't take her eyes away, everywhere she turned that scene played in her mind. That scene of a murder of a dog and its owner, so bloody how could a man do that?....*

Her eyes flew open, not wide in fear but surprise. She looked at the black cat as it played with the feather, she didn't even notice the man singing who had tripped over her. She was off in her own little world, the vision she saw was not even spared a thought.

She sat up off the ground, her long brown hair falling off her shoulders as her hood come down revealing her delicate face. Her skin was soft and her feature were gentle, you could tell she was a kind soul. She reached out to the cat who now played with a few strands of her hair and she picked it up and put it in her lap where it cuddled her and purred loudly.

"And what do we have here?"

She reached her hand out for the feather and thats when she noticed a shadow not her own. Moving a strand of her hair behind her ear she looked up at him, even though they were both on the pavement she still had to tilt her head to get eye contact.

"Hello sir...." She smiled sweetly "Funny day don't you think?"

The wind picked up the feather and made it dance about the two of them till it landed gently on his chest.

[me]

I watched as the girl slowly drifted into consciousness, the cat was still circling about her now singing the song I had been previously. I noticed a feather came into the picture, landing cleanly beside the girls cheek. For the first time all day I start to feel giddy. I wait in anticipation, though I'm am not fully sure what exactly am I anticipating.

I watched as the Woman suddenly awoke, she sat up and started talking to the feather, or was it the cat? Her hood was now off and I quickly noticed she was a fine hard body. Maybe a bit young, but who really knows, or cares? I quickly thought of what it would take to get her in bed. Tell her I have a 1000 dollar onica? Then I started to wonder if I wanted to see her naked, or her head on a stick.

"Hello sir...." Her smile was like the sun coming up. "Funny day don't you think?"

Did I think it was a funny day? I suppose today should have been particularly humorous with the old man and the chow and all, but I was in a somber mood. The feather lands on my chest and I grab it. I gave her a side long glance, I decide to go with a fabrication and tell her, "Very funny.... That cat is a riot."

[Nova Cian]

Sanders pulled up to the crime scene in his blue dodge viper, an unmarked police vehicle. C.S.I. was already all over the crime seen the yellow tape surrounding the murder area. He opened the door and stepped out of his car walking up to one of the people in charge.

"So, what do we have here?" asked Sanders to one of the forensic operatives.

"Well it appears a man and his dog was murdered. The victim was stabbed in the throat with some kind of Blunt weapon. A knife maybe?"

Sanders nodded as he raised the yellow tape to enter the crime scene to get start a theory of his own. He inspected the body for a few seconds, then he pulled out a cotton swab and rubbed it against the victims mouth, then placed it on a slide. 'Cotton mouth' he made a note in his mind. 'This man was running from something. Judging by his dilated pupils the man saw his killer before he died.' Sanders placed his hands in his pocket then walked over to lieutenant Clark.

"So were there any witnesses?" he asked

"None we questioned everyone in the surrounding area,"

"No one...."

Damn this guy was good, but what reason did he have for killing this man and his dog. "Did you ask everyone?"

"Positive."

Is it just me or is this police force naive they haven't seen that blood trail leading down this sidewalk. Sanders begins to follow the blood trail that let all the way to a department store. There was two cops taking down a complaint of someone that just came in and spit a can of treet all over one of his employees. The argument inside didn't help Sanders case, so he walked back outside. He noticed a drug dealer over on the corner of 8th.

"Hey you!" he shouted as he ran over to the drug dealer. He drew his firearm from its holster and aimed it. "Don't move, Now your going to answer my question. Did you see anyone suspicious around her lately." Sanders knew he was braking protocol, but he needed answers fast.

"I don't know anyone, I didn't see shit you punk ass cop,"

"Now, listen you little punk, unless you want to go away for the next twenty five years or I could put a bullet between those eyes you better answer me!"

"Ok..Ok..There was some crazy guy he threw a whole shit load on money at me so i gave him some drugs,"

"Which way!" he shouted as he pulled back the hammer.

"That way." she answered as he pointed in the opposite direction down 8th. Sanders smiled and began to walk away and the drug dealer was either really smart or really dumb. He tried to stab sanders with his pocket knife, but Sanders knew it was coming he turned around and fired his gun and hit him in between the eyes just like he said. It was a long shot but he had to catch this killer before he strikes again.

[Mia/Noir]

She blinked at him, and tilted her head to the side before she started to giggle at him. She meant that is was funny as in odd but his answer and directness made her laugh that she could only tell him through giggles what she meant.

"Funny as in odd." she giggled "Its an odd day today."

She smiled at him then pushed herself up, once on her feet she began to dust herself off. She fixed her hood and placed it back over her head tucking in her long hair under it. The black cat still purred at her feet and she knew that this one was going to follow her home.

"Kitty you know I can't keep you."

She looked at the man still sitting on the pavement and held out her hand.

"Need a hand up?"

Her smile was sweet and genuine, her eyes big and brown. There was no once of darkness about her she just beamed light, always surrounded by it if you could see aura's.

"My name is Mia by the way, I'm sorry if me falling made you trip? To be honest I don't quite remember what happened."

Again that bright smile.

[me]

This Girl laughed at me, I didn't particularly find anything amusing, but I managed a forced laugh anyway. I was interested in seeing how well she'd laugh without any lips, the thought actually made me genuinely chuckle. She giggled for sometime, and I smiled politely in response.

"Funny as in odd." She finally said, "Its an odd day today."

"You know," I started in a pompous matter-of-fact tone, "As the Canadian rock group Treble Charger once said, 'With practice it comes my way, I don't know anything to say, Left feeling odd today'..." I say, and then started to convulse with laughter.

The lady then got up off the ground, and pulled her hood back up- I shot her a steely look of disapproval that spoke volumes. The damn cat looked at me for a brief moment, it's expression was that of recognition, like it just understood who -and what- I was. It turned to the girls heels and said, "This man is a homicidal maniac, don't trust him.."

"Kitty you know I can't keep you." The girl retorted politely.

She looked down at me and extended her hand, "Would you like to cut my hand up?" I heard her say with a sweet smile.

'Maybe later', I thought to myself.

"My name is Mia by the way, I'm sorry if me falling made you trip? To be honest I don't quite remember what happened."

I lifted myself off the ground, and asked her, "Would you like to accompany me to dinner Maya?"

[Nova Cian]

He found himself running down 8th street into a group of thugs. Today seemed like attack the cop day because those thugs decided to attack him. Fortunately for Sanders he was an ex Army black ops agent, easily dancing around the thugs and disposing of them.

'What the hell is up with the city, everyone seems to be going crazy.' he thought.

Just then a gun fight broke out in the middle of the street. Does the fighting ever end. It was like god himself was testing his ability to survive while trying to solve a case. Sanders quickly drew his 9mm handgun and aimed it shooting down three targets before a bullet grazed his arm. He howled in pain as he ducked behind a nearby car reloading his weapon.

[Mia/Noir]

Mia didn’t notice the steely look she received as she covered her cold head with her hod. If anything she didn’t really notice much of what was around her, she always seemed to be off in some sort of strange world. Not that it was always a bad thing just sometimes confusing.


Her hand still waited for his but it never came instead he helped himself up. Withdrawing her hand back into her pocket she was about to bid him goodbye when his next question almost threw her off balance, as well as annoy her slightly.

“Dinner…..? No I don’t think so, and its Mia.”

Her smile was almost awkward as she looked at him but she tried not to show it.

“Well I guess I better be off then….”

Mia turned on her heel but before she could take another step a loud bang could be heard from behind her. Mia’s hands instantly went to her ears as the sounds got closer to her. Next thing she knew she was on the ground again, although this time she had blood all over her. Three men had been shot dead as they past her and one feel on her causing her fragile body to collapse under his weight.

She pushed his body off her, her own hands now covered is his blood as people around her began screaming and running the opposite way. There was another gun fire and Mia jumped them grasped her arm then her head. It was like she was feeling the pain around her and she couldn’t help but look up at the man she had caused to trip over for an explanation. What was going on?