Cyrus_Koi

All the thrill-seeking jobs are taken by the ones with a simple life is the norm but, when I first looked that man in the eyes, I knew I had to spice up my regime so he would tag along for the case of his life! This so called 'acting head detective' was no more then the common show-off with a higher IQ then the rest of us - rather dumb when it comes to love it seems - and he's peaked my interest after his newest case was told to the public; the headlines called him a blessing from God, I called him a thorn in my side. But that title suits him - being a thorn and all:
The 'stupendous' Mr. D. H. Rose was going to be a pain in my ass!

Plot:
Mara Wilder, a criminal mastermind know as a fearsome man called Alba Rosa, loves to cause London trouble and then help the detectives solve it like their own Sherlock Holmes but, when she’s paired up with a new detective from the states, things seem to be looking up and she might make a new friend on the force!

Until he takes the advantage of their bond the wrong way and makes them drift away...

But, when Maras’ girlfriend and policewoman, Zaya Dominique, gets a bullet to the chest during a drug bust and quickly hospitalised, she’s determined to find out which cruel bastard nearly killed the love of her life; and on the day she planned to propose of all days! Meanwhile, the detective plans to do his own research which causes the two to flee for the chief of police with their new-found information. However, it seems to affect them both?

How odd...

White like Wine, Red like Roses

Today was going terribly! First my car broke down, my parents said they'd come to visit soon, then my boss gave me all sorts of shiz to do because I was late from walking since all the busses stopped due to maintenance! And frick, would you believe it if I told you that the gods decided to let it rain bullets after a brain-melting heatwave JUST as my shift was coming to an end? Because that happened! So currently, I'm walking home in the pouring rain with a flimsy umbrella Nadira, a colleague and close friend of mine, let me borrow since her car actually works but we live on opposite sides of town so I didn't want her to waste petrol and money on me. I don't know why she had an umbrella in her car boot, I suppose she's just prepared for anything.


Cars drove past, splashed small puddles towards me, and then continued on like they had better things to make suffer on such a miserable day. I wasn't in the right state of mind to realise how I was rushing closer to a ginormous puddle that, at the same time, a white truck was speeding up to. The moment I looked up to see my surroundings, I was almost drowned by that tsunami of filthy street water. Frozen, there was nothing I could do be keep still; every inch of me was soaked to its core! 'What just happened? What the heck has the day become?!' Trying to shuffle my way home, I closed the umbrella and accepted whatever fate I had coming from then on out.


After ten minutes of walking, and still having to go on for another fifteen, I let out a sigh as my nose began to run. 'Oh I've definitely got a cold!' Just as I sniffled in whatever snot I could, I noticed some feet poking out of a thin alleyway. As I got closer, I saw a person freezing to death on a worn piece of cardboard and the scent of weed almost knocked me back a few steps, their hood was up and head was down but that seemed to be all they where wearing! "Oh you poor thing!" I said in utter shock, which caused their head to raise up to me and body shrink in on itself even more then it already was. The person was a lady, probably around my age, with a lovely pair of green eyes... although the sclera being a burning red was worryingly distracting. "Do you have a name?" I crouched down to her level and had a better search of what was around her bare but bruise-covered bottom half: I saw several used blunts, the odd bottle of vodka, a small pool of blood peaking out from behind her, and a single sandwich box without a single crumb left inside of it. "...M- Ma..." The woman stuttered through chattering teeth so I gently grabbed her almost purple hand and held it softly. "It's ok, you can do it. Just one bit at a time, ok?" She nodded back at me and took a sharp breath in. "Mar- Mara W- Wilder...!"


"Mara Wilder?" The woman, or who I'll now call Mara, nodded with enthusiasm and a grin so pure that it made the position she was in seem so much more like torture. "Well, it's nice to meet you Mara," I helped the woman to her feet with caution, it wasn't hard since she weighed no less then a few pounds, and wrapped her arm around my shoulder to keep her upright while holding the umbrella over our heads; mainly hers, "call me Zaya Dominique!" We shared a smile and both waddled our way back to my house, the rain getting much worse then before, while getting strange looks from people in cars or busses as well as other people walking the streets.


What I would describe as the worst day of my existence seemed to hold a treasure I'd end up never letting go of...


Prologue