Tredecim - Kronos

Five Years Later...

Chapter One:

Five Years Later…

“Big bro?” A small child asked now and then, looking upwards at her somewhat carbon-copy of a brother. They both shared a few traits, honey-golden eyes and a sweet-light orange hair color they shared was extremely obvious. The girl though, was younger than him by years. He was sixteen years old, and the young girl was eight.

            “Yes Courtney?” The man would answer, glancing down at her from his book. He had to work extremely hard just to support them both ever since their parents are gone. The moment when he last saw them was a foggy blur. But it was gruesome, that’s all he knew.

Happily jumping up and down, “Let’s play a game! Come on play with me! Play with me!” She begged continuously, hoping her brother would oblige.

            “Yeah, sure. That sounds like fun.” The older brother, Chaz, replied. He lifted himself off from his chair and held his little sister’s hand, walking down the dark hallways of their apartment unaware of the looming figure behind them.

“Any changes within her current status?”

            “Not yet, sir.”

“Is she responding to anyone’s questions?”

            “No, sorry.” Another man replied, cutting right into the conversation.

“Damn it,” An old man cussed, slamming his hand against a wall. He slowly glanced through a transparent window, looking at a small, teenage girl sitting against a white corner of the room. She had long, messy light orange hair and honey-golden eyes. The girl sitting against that one corner in the room had pale, white skin; which well accompanied the pure white dress she wore.

            “Sir?” I walked right next to this older man, looking at him with a confused look on my face.

“Yes, Detective Payne?” He sighed heavily, taking his eyes off the woman.

            “Is that her?” I asked, slightly moving my arm to point at her. She seemed to glance at me, but took no effort to really move an inch.

“Sadly yes.”

            “She’s so young,” I silently gasped. Oh who was I kidding? I barely even give two shits about this case. “Yet she was the killer? She can’t be any more than fourteen.”

“Thirteen, actually.” My boss, Lennie Radcliffe, corrected me. I repeated the word thirteen, silently laughing. I brushed my shaggy blonde hair back, glancing at the photo in my hand.

            “And this is the man whom I’m supposed to imitate?” I kept hammering with questions. Lennie looked down at me hard, almost giving me a look screaming ‘would-you-kindly-shut-the-hell-up’.

“That’s why we gave you the photo in the first place, didn’t we?” Lennie sighed once more. “Sorry for my sudden sarcasm, but this case has got me on my hind legs. Literally, the hairs on my neck are standing up every time I just look at her.”

            “I feel the exact same. Something about her seems peculiar… I just can’t place my finger on it.” I mumbled, taking a deeper look at her. She was extremely beautiful for someone is neurotic. But little girls who are nine years younger than me don’t really seem to catch my eye. She began softly scratching her arm. Quickly a young woman, who looked my age, ran in as fast as she could to her.

The nurse was also quite gorgeous. I could barely help myself but to softly blush while looking at all of her feminine features. She had luscious black hair and chocolate brown eyes. She had a small, pure body figure. But those curves of hers were surely sinful. Around her neck was a tiny, yet clearly visible cross. But I had weird feeling in my gut that it wasn’t a normal Christian cross. But hey, I’m not even Catholic myself, so I shouldn’t be the one to say which is which.