chapter 1

"Norry? Where is your father?" Mrs.Miller asked

and immediately I started crying.

"She did it," I said in a murmered after I had

suggested she should come closer.

"Did what Norry and for Christ sake what happened to

your leg?" She asked.

"He,"I pointed to the woods where the men in blues

come carrying him in a black trash bag with face masks.

A police officer took several photos  of me before I was allowed to change to a

cloth that neither had a smell not alone the sight of it. Just then a strong

pungent  smell of rotten meat and this

time a human being filled the air giving the scenery to feel like being in a

morgue.

Mrs.Bianca also seemed shocked and I knew she was a bit of

an actor.

The police really took over and advised that the body would

undergo several forensic tests to know the real culprit who can do such a

thing.

Mrs. Miller passed out and was taken in the ambulance for

first aid. The doctors had come to my aid thanking that I did the right thing

by burning my little finger because the bacteria could spread so real quick.

"You will have to come with us for a statement,"A

police officer with a dark complexion said to me.

"Okay sir, but that is not necessary because she is the

murderer. I saw her."I pointed at Miss.Bianca who seemed puzzled the whole

time.

"You are under arrest for murder!"The police

officer told her and forced her hands through her back and restrained her.

After being bandaged, I also got to the police car and it

was driven at 100km/hr to the police station.

One thing crossed my mind, where was Agatha Miller all this

time? I never thought she would get over this horrific murder.

"Tell me the whole truth Miss.Norah Stewart . I am

detective Marcus Market."The detective said handing me a cocktail.

He had a messy long hair and I could tell that his job was

demanding and never gave him the personal time he needed.

His teeth fitted perfectly in his mouth and I haven't really

seen him smile. It's definitely because he can't smile with murderers. Did he

think I was one of them and faking to be innocent.

"So tell me a bit about yourself," He said with a

deep voice ready to take notes.

"I am Norah Stewart, a 19 year old." I said sternly.

"Tell me a bit about your parents,"He said.

Is he trying to suggest something? Does he know anything

about my parents and their capabilities?

"They are all dead," I lied.

"Am so sorry, it can be hard for you now that you are

still a teenager." He said with a softer voice than before.

"Yes, I cry sometimes when I think of them." I

lied to him.

"Okay, siblings? Did you have any of them?" He

asked.

"None that I know of,"I said.

"How did your parents die?" He asked.

"We lived in the Eastside and that night we were

robbed, they shot both of them on the head." I started crying for him to

believe me. I did not want to tell anyone that I was a child of a demon. Not

after someone was eaten by bacterias to death. That was really a painful death

and the people from 1000ways to die would be very proud to get to know of that.

"Am sorry," He said and we were interrupted by

another police officers who was the one carrying Mr.Millers dead body.

I chose to walk outside to at least breath in some fresh

air. Mrs. Miller had been rushed to the hospital and I really prayed that she

would be fine and get over her husband's death.

Just as I was at the hallway of the station, I saw Agatha

crying by her self at a small bench at the corner.

"Hey,"I said and sat next to her.

"Hey,"she said struggling for her voice to be

clear.

"Am sorry for everything,"I told her hugging her

tightly.

"Miss.Bianca must rot in jail." She said with a

spite.

"Be strong ,sis," I referred her by that name for

the first time.

"Sure," she said rubbing her eyes.

Mrs.Bianca come out of the interrogation sighing immediately

after Mr.Marcus called the two of us in his chambers.

"She did not do it,"He said sternly.

"She was in the same forest and she also tried to kill

me by burning me." I shouted banging the table like a mad woman.

"We have fingerprints in the bacteria and we are yet to

find out who did it," Mr.Msrcus seemed so sure with what he was saying.

"For now, all of you have to be detained until we find

the real murder. It will be safer here." He said.

"I have to go and get my mother." Agatha said

after a short silence.

"The police will be guarding her 24/7 hours a day. ,The

doctor said she  should  be 

under  close monitoring because

her systolic blood pressure was at 130 and that could lead to cardiac

arrest." He said.

"Can I at least see my father,"Agatha asked tears

welling up in her eyes.

"For the moment, no you can't see him."Mr Marcus

said and Agatha started crying loudly.

Mr.Marcus excused himself and left the room. Maybe he never

wanted to get too emotionally attached.

I spent the whole night with Agatha talking about out

childhood and deepest fears and how we thought of life during that time.

I told her of how my parents were killed at at once leaving

me not only homeless but half dead. I encouraged her to be strong for her

mother and she dozed off. I cover her and started walking getting used to the

idea of 9 toes in my legs.

"Don't tell me you are not afraid of the

dark,"Someone with a voice I could recognise talked to me.

"Since my parents were killed and I remained in the

hospital for almost a year, all this childhood fears don't scare me

anymore." I told him.

"Hmm,"Marcus said and sat next to me outside the

police station.

"People have darkness that can make them kill a person

without knowing."Marcus said and I froze.

"What makes you say that?" I asked him avoiding

his eyes.

"Demons do exist and all they want is blood from good

people. Lucifer is alive and he keeps possessing people to do the

unthinkable."He said this and I snapped.

"Let me go and have a rest,"I told him.

"I thought you 

were not scared."He said chuckling and I walked away.

Just then, a gunshot was heard from the police station and I

stood and knew that to survive I needed protection from someone stronger and

that was Marcus.

"Stay there,"Marcus ordered and fished a gun out

of his hind pocket and started walking into the police station.

"Tug behind," He gave the order and I followed him

silently.

Everyone started running outside and all the police officers

started looking for the culprit.

I saw Agatha in the mob and ran to hug her. Thank God she

was safe.

"What happened?" I asked her.

She did not say a word probably she had been scared from

what had been happening to her in the last 8 hours.

"Marcus!" I called him as soon as he walked out

later looking completely devastated.

He ignored me and continued walking to the  blocks away where no one could see him.

"What happened?" I demanded for an answer as soon

as I catches up with him.

"Miss Bianca is dead and her hands are missing,"

Marcus cursed.

"It is my fault, i should never have left her alone

like that."He said and hit his fist in the wall.

"Marcus, please stop. You are hurting yourself."I

shouted.

"Fuck this!" He cursed hitting his fist in the

wall again that I started crying.

"Please stop,"I said crying and it worked, he

really listened to me.

"You can talk to me." I offered and sat beside him

hoping he would sit next to me and trust me with all the piece of information

he had.

"Talk with someone who was with Mr.Miller and he ended

up like a chunk of minced meat?" He asked sarcastically and stormed off.

I looked like an idiot asking a detective to tell me the

details of their findings to solve the murder. In addition to that, I knew the

killer was within us and trying hard nut to crack to cover his traits.

I really felt bad for Marcus for having to deal with this

hell of a job everyday.

The firing of a gun made me froze for the second time. Maybe

I should get used to it because I did not see myself leaving the police custody

anytime soon.

"NORAH STEWART, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF

MR MILLER AND ASSISTING YOUR HENCHPERSON TO KILL MISS.BIANCA.

ANY WORD YOU SAY RiGHT NoW WILL HE USED AGAINST YOU IN THE

COURT OF LAW." Mr.Marcus shouted enough for everyone to come over and

witness this.

"I did not do it,"I shouted as he hundcuffed me.

"Tell that to the judge." Mrs.Miller shouted

shocking me even more.