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Curiosity Kills_Chapter FiveCuriosity Kills
After many months, the two men worked hard to research everything they could about the maniac, 'Jack the Ripper.' In order to keep Kamuel safe, as he searched the streets, Rodger sent out his entire crew to distract the patrolling officers. The cases had to be the most difficult part of their findings. They were all so gruesome; to the point even a former soldier like Rodger couldn't handle them at times. Despite the duo's hard work and perseverance, neither of them could find any sign of the man. That is until that day came.
Late in the afternoon, Kamuel had begun searching through the town in hopes he would catch a glimpse of the black cladded man. 'I could catch him in the act again and make sure he doesn't get away.' He thought in his head while a mischievous smile spread across his face as he jumped from building from building.
He searched all around the town before spotting the man he was looking for: Black cloak, black gloves, and a black top h
Curiosity Kills_Chapter FourCuriosity Kills
"Kammie! Calm down it's me! Rodger!" Kamuel quickly ceased struggling and instead looked up at his adoptive father's gaze, "Rodger!? Oh thank god…you have no idea how relieved to see that it's you me friend. What are you doing still in London? Shouldn't you have left port for the U.S by now?" The younger male stuttered earning a quick 'ssh' from Rodger who simply put him back down on his feet. "Don't worry about that, had some engine troubles that's all, but for now let me bring you to the old house." Without a word of protest, Kamuel slowly followed the old man to a small home not too far off from the port.
While inside, Kamuel was forced to bathe and change into one of the old man's night shirts. The younger man sighed in front of the fire place, he was glad that Rodger came when he did but he really wished he wouldn't worry so much about him. Rodger himself returned into the living room with a bowl of broth, fresh bread and hot tea. Placing it on t
Curiosity Kills_Chapter ThreeCuriosity Kills
Expected of his character, Kamuel fled from the market faster than a bat out of hell as soon as he obtained all the supplies on his mental list. However what the nomad failed to notice is that he had ran too fast and passed his destination, by a long shot. Cursing under his breath Kamuel turned around and began to trudge back towards the tower on foot, as he would need his remaining strength to climb the high structure when he arrived.
As he walked he noticed something odd, not too long ago the streets were crowded, but now they were almost completely empty. Sure the sight alone put great relief on the young man's heart but at the same time it sent a horrible chill down his spine. "This isn't right." He whispered, looking up at the darkening sky. The young man glared forward, 'How did I lose an entire day?' he thought to himself as he finally stopped and leaned against a nearby building. The tower was still so far away, and the trip alone strangely wa
Curiosity Kills_Chapter TwoCuriosity Kills
The next morning wasn't as dreary as Kamuel had met with the previous day, although the pollution remained, the sun was blaring down upon the fresh snow making the area sparkle with a soft golden glow. This sight alone warmed the exhausted traveler as he rose from his crude sleeping arrangements: a dry bale of hay, his leather hat as a pillow, and a light quilt that Rodger must have slipped into his bag the day before they docked into London. At this elevation, the wind would ruthlessly pound at the tower's solid structure so the hand sewn quilt was something that Kamuel treasured having last night. As it had helped him to endure the cold and gain some well needed rest. After viewing the glorious sights around him, the white haired shape snifter began to put his supplies and blanket back into the travel bag only to leave out his leather vest, wrappings, hat, and spectacles.
As he was now fully dressed he thought back to the quilt he discovered, "I mus
Curiosity Kills_Chapter OneCuriosity Kills
It was the frostiest of days in London, mixed with the wind the weather could freeze you to death in a matter of minutes. It was even difficult for ships to dock as the waters were partially frozen. Only a single passenger ship named the "Marionette," was able to sail through the wicked, sheeted ice without an issue. With her impressive hull she tore her way to the docks where many families awaited to see their loved ones come home.
Still on board, the young Kamuel picked up his traveling bag and went to exit his room when the captain of the ship stopped him in his tracks. "Your leaving already friend? Pity…I was hoping you would join me in sailing to the U.S."
"You know I would be tickled pink to travel with ya around this huge planet of ours Rodger. But I get homesick too…, plus it's me annual holiday back home. Can't miss that now can I?" Kamuel smiled, hiding a yawn underneath his sleeve before making his way past the burly captain. "I'll r
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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