The Devils Mark (so far)

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I stood on the belcony of my apartment in Auckland. I love the city, it's so busy somethings happening all the time. Unlike the country, i hate the country
it's so boring. The wind was strong and cold against my face, sending prickles of ice through my body. I zipped up my jacket and headed back inside, finishing
off my hot chocolate as i went, after putting the cup in the sink. I sighed and looked around my apartment, looking for something to do. Nothing. i glanced
at the clock, eight thirty. there was no need to go to bed this early, so i went adn got my pajamas out of my drawers, with some knickers, and went to the
bathroom. After filling up the bath, I stripped and hoped in the bath.
About five minutes in to my bath, yes i do like long baths it passes the time, the phone rang. I left it go on to the answer phone. after hoping out of the
bath and getting change i went and played the message on the answer phone. It was from my mother, asking if i wanted to go to her house for easter dinner.
i didn't really want to , its not that i hate my mum, i love her, i just have never been able to please her. She never wanted me to be a cop and it didn't
seem to help that i work for SCI (supernatural crimescene investegators). never mind she would have to live with it. i picked up the phone and called my
mum, she picked p on the second ring.
"hey, mum" i said, after she said hello.
"hi darling, where were you? oh dear, did i wake you?"
"mum it's nearly eight forty-five, i don't have that bad a social life" i Replied grimacing, i knew she was going to make some wise crack about my job.
"Well maybe if you-"
" i know mum i know, if i had another job that wasn't so private i would have a social life"
"Sorry dear, anyway, would you like to come over for easter dinner? Charles is coming" She said, i could almost see the smile stretch across her face, God
how i hated Charles, he is so full of himself, he is the single most annoying wolf in our pack. My mother has always said that we should get married, that
we would make a great couple, i don't see it myself, and unforunetly he also thinks that we would make a great couple, somehow they have joined a pact that
one way or another we shall get married, so hence the reason i visit my home town, Timaru, when i absolutly have to. Easter was on of those times, so i was
goingto have to spend one, annoyingly long day, with my mother, younger brother and charles.
"Sara?" my mothers voice pulled me back into the here and now.
"Sorry mum what was that?" i said turning on the kettle and getting a mug out of the cupboard.
"are you able to come?" She said, i bit of annoyance seeping into the question.
"i'll see if i can get some time off work?"
"Ok fantastic, see you next week, love you"
"love you to mum" i said, hanging up the phone and getting some hot chocolate out of the pantry. After making my Drink and getting some bisciuts out of the
pantry, ginger nuts, i headed into my room and started to eat and read my book. after finishing my snacks, and getting tired of reading my book, i switched
off my lamp and layed my head on the pillow. i thought up several ideas on how i could get out of Easter lunch. But i went to sleep with the conclusion
that i was going to have to go to lunch, even though i was going to dread every minute.

"Good morning Auckland!" the radio woke me up the next morning, i moaned and rolled over and checked the time, five thirty, i flicked the blankets off me and started to get ready
for work. after having a shower and putting on my uniform, jeans and a black top with SCI printed on the back, i made some coffee and put into a thermos, grabbed my jacket, keys
and headed out the door, and made my way through Auckland. by the time i got through the traffic, got some breakfast from Mcdonalds and got to work it was seven.
i pulled into the carkpark outside of our 'HQ'. SCI isn't you usual everyday HQ it's actually an abandoned warehouse in south Auckland, it's a brick building covered with grafitti of all different
colours, it has a huge sign outside that used to say something like 'Trip and Rip', most of us at SCI thought it used to be a sewing warehouse, but we would never know. After using the eye scanner
i made my way through the door and into the warehouse, i was suddenly hit with a wave if anger, that burned my nerves and left me gasping for air. After regaining my balance i ran to the door