Midnight Stalker

Bright unrelenting light pierced blazes mind. He quickly raised a hand up against the glaring sun and started to blink rapidly. Slowly his eyes adjusted and he could see a figure staring at him with its hands on its hips.

    Blaze sighed "Elizabeth I take it." He said dully while he looked around at the twilight lit room.
Her eyes were pointing daggers at him. "And what the hell do you think you're doing sleeping?!"
Blaze yawned loudly and realised Elizabeth seemed to be prepared for a funeral.

    "Umm, didn't realise I had." He scratched the back of his head droopily "what's the time?"
    "6 o'clock." she answered sourly.
    "Thanks." blaze mumbled as he took his feet off the large desk and rolled off his office chair. He had only met Elizabeth a few times through a friend and every time she had become a pain in the arse. He walked straight past her and took his pinstriped white coat of the hat stand nearby and started to put it on before he realised she had meant that it was six am.
    "what are you doing here if it's 6 am?" he asked whimsically as he adjusted his fedora then started to do up the buttons on his grey vest.
    Elizabeth stared out the window blinds which she had so rudely opened. A few moments passed before she spoke, softly and sombrely.

    "I need your help to find my brothers murderer"

    Blaze lifted his grey trousers as he tied up his shoe laces. "Sorry but that's not my department. If you're so confident that it was murder see the police or hire a private detective."
Elizabeth looked at him with tears starting to form.
    "I already have. They don't believe me." she pleaded"everyone says you're the person to come to if no one else will take it."
    "I'm an amateur, not a cop." He paused for a moment. "Was he the one killed by the wild dogs?"
    She nodded and Blaze smiled inwardly as he opened the door. "Guess I'll see you at Loren square then, eleven o'clock tonight."
    Blaze let the door close with a soft click and the room descended into dead silence except for the deep breathing of Elizabeth as silent tears rolled down her eyes as she stared at a collection of news articles and images pinned to a cork board. She gasped, horrified by the pictures before her. Directly at the centre of the board were the gruesome images of her brothers torn and mutilated body.

    Clear white snow started to drift down lazily onto the sub urban streets. Blazes pale white hand held a few strands of snow white hair in front of his eyes. It was one of the few things he appreciated about his appearance unlike his crimson eyes which seemed to glow and shimmer in the dull night. He flicked open his brass pocket watch impatiently, Elizabeth was 11 minutes late. Hastily he jotted down a message in his note book before tearing it out and blue tacking in to a fence before he walked off into the night and down a dark alley leaving small strips of paper as he went. His gaze pierced the veil of the night as he searched the worn walls and concrete under his feet, deeper and deeper into the alley he moved until he saw what he was searching for.

    He slowly ran his hand along the deep scar in the wall; he guessed it to be a few inches deep. He continued walking, silence enveloping him as he stepped lightly. He turned and found a crushed garbage container and a crimson puddle a few feet away. Swiftly he searched his pockets for a pen light as he knelt down next to the puddle. He turned the light on and the site before him was as he expected. A severed arm oozed what fluid was still left and drifted slightly in the pool. More marks were in the walls but this time they had been filled with blood. An eyeball rolled of a garbage bag and stared blankly at him, as if he had somehow failed it.

   The sound of footsteps echoed loudly. Blaze turned around, shining his light down the alley and reaching for the grip of his gun.

   "Hey! Don't do that! You nearly blinded me!" Elizabeth complained. "I'm here now what!"

    Blaze breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the light. "About time." he stood up and began to walk away from the crime scene.
    "What were you looking at any way?" Elizabeth asked. "Was it a clue?"
    Blaze ignored the question and kept walking until Elizabeth grabbed the pen light and pulled it out of Blazes hands. Blaze sighed as she turned the light on and witnessed the horrific sight before her. For a few seconds she stuttered then she threw up violently on the ground.
Blaze picked up he light as it rolled slowly from her hands and turned it off. He began to walk again but Elizabeth grabbed his arm as he went to leave.
    "W...what did that?!" she asked with a fearful note in her voice, "was it what killed my brother?"
    Blaze roughly pulled his arm out of her grip. "Yes"
    "it's that monster he spoke of. The police thought I was mad. But I was right." She screamed as shock over came her.
    Blaze smiled grimly, as he heard it. The whispers on the wind, the monster was calling out, calling out for meat. It wasn't shock that was over coming her.