#dcductionwrcting

There was some sort of foresight, an inkling the sleuth had that the very situation would happen one day. There was no doubt about it-- in a criminal’s eyes, when one effectively solved crimes they had to be eliminated. With his name plastered on nearly every newspaper, the ever popular deerstalker photograph beside it followed by columns of adoring text ( only in the public eye were the police officers ever so grateful ), someone would dare to mess with the consulting detective.

“Look I need you to stay here and stay put, unless you want a building falling off on you.” his voice was firm, unquestionable, and yet he wasn’t expecting to actually be obeyed. Worth a shot anyway.

                Talon considered her with an empty expression. It wasn’t that he couldn’t empathize; in fact, it was quite the opposite. Her words stirred some forgotten feeling inside of him. It made his chest go tight and his breath short. He swallowed around that feeling, willing it to go back down into the darkest corners of his soul. Let it stay forgotten. 

“you seem to think you know me well enough,” muses the man-- the monster?-- sitting before the other. he shifts the vape pen in his hand; a gift from his son, so kindly concerned about otto’s failing health. “but you don’t know the first thing about me.”