Detective McDougal! Part Venuno
With a pain in her hand and wrist Lady Spavento reached her bedroom and dropped her body right on to it. Tears staining her cheeks and pillow. The tough syndicate empress is being a woman in the shadows of her existence. A shadow of power and money the rules and laws of this town created by her ancestors.How ignorant the city and its people live,not to knw what goes onbehind the scenes.
At the same time on the other side of town Jerry McDougal was having a shower at the hotel. Leaning his head to the wall he lets the water rush over his back. steam fills up the small room and hide the fact his client, he lady he secretly had fallen in love with was tip toeing into the mist. With the door slowly opened and the hand reaches to the hosed down body. The scar is clearly visible. Left of his spine surrounded by strange markings.
The slender fingers trace around the ridged and uneven skin. His head turns and grab hold of the writs with a tight lock.
“Auw you are hurting me!”
-”I am sorry, I was just taken over by thought. I can’t even really seem to recall what all this started. By the way what are you doing up. I thought you was sleeping?” Jerry’s hand follows the scar on his chest right on top where his heart should be. “I guess I was lucky to have you take such great care of me and even save my life. It still aches on moments trouble start.”
Susan Leans in and presses her hand on his and let the fingers slip in between. A cheek uses them as a pillow.
“You don’t need to tell me Jerry. Just stay with me. Let me stay with you, I… I want to.”
Her eyes light up when she said those words. “And Pengui was right. I was a little jealous. I do want you Jerry. It is why I saved you. Ever since the first day I knew…”
-”Even when you knew I was a cop, That is what it means right. You knew… And now I am doing a lousy job protecting you.”
Susan grabs on tighter and presses her body against his. Lips kissing the chest.
Suddenly Jerry starts to shake. He throws of susan and bends over grinding his teeth. His head filled with memories of ancient times mixed with the shooting that almost killed.
A woman dressed in an dark armour and a golden spear piercing his chest. A scream coming from Susan in her evening dress from that fatal night.
Susan helps jerry up and leads him to the bedroom, trying to avoid the clothes she dropped on her way to the bathroom. She can’t afford to trip and have him hurt him even more.
As she reaches the bed he lets him fall onto it.
She can see the marks on his back have started to glow again.