Posted here will be the various writing pieces that I decided to post. These pieces may vary in length, topic, prompt, and such. I am not open to people leaving comments here or posting here at all, but I will allow likes as well as comments via private message. For a longer and more developed piece I am working on, look here! A warning in advance, many of my writing pieces are dark,violent, or graphic in some may. If you are bothered by reading about such topics, I suggest you abandon ship now. For those of you still reading, I hope you enjoy. :) -The Mystical, Magical, and Macabre Wistful Beast Prompts for putthepromptsonpaper from Tumblr: "You're an idiot and she's a murderer." Here I was walking along a familiar concrete path. A car rumbled past, displacing grey water onto the sidewalk behind me. I paid little heed to the disruption and instead took a look at the bright signs hanging from storefronts, a few lights flickering on and off on occasion. The air was bitter cold but my leather jacket was zipped up tight, blocking out a good deal of the chill that was trying to assault my skin. Sliding my hands into my jean pockets, I mulled over the actions that had unfolded over the course of the day. Some called my job riveting while I only referred to it as my duty, an obligation. I was an undercover detective working to infiltrate gangs and investigate murder mysteries. Sounds exciting, right? Nope. Since my boss hated my guts, my job was just filing paper work, processing finger prints into the system, scanning our data base in an attempt to locate a drug dealer or something, and the occasional visit to a murder site or interrogation. Today I had worked on my first interesting case in a while and my biggest assignment so far, meaning the big shots decided to toss a choice assignment to me like table scraps to a dog. Well in this analogy, I was a starving dog and beggars weren't choosers so I gladly excepted the small, yet important case as opposed to reaching for a gang case or something bigger. An assassin had been located in the area and it was my job to figure out who they were and I'd be damned if I didn't find the bastard. I had a few leads gathered by the police. I knew the assassin was a female in her mid twenties and had an odd scar on her forehead. That's it, but it was something at least. I was pulled from my thoughts by the familiar sound of people laughing and talking mingled with the clinking of glasses. Casting my gaze upwards, I noted a wooden sign hanging loosely upon rusted hinges. The wind blew and made it swing back and forth with an awful creaking sound, but I saw the name all the same. A Drunk's Paradise. A charming name, I know, but this place was a favorite hang out of mine after a long day at work. The building was pretty ramshackle looking and was wedged in between a dry cleaner's and a deli. Both were closed as of now since it was nearing 11 o'clock at night and the city was shrouded in a cloak of darkness, the moon being choked by dense, grey clouds. Reaching the entrance of this place, I pushed open the old wooden door after my hands had retreated from their warm resting place deep within in my pockets. A bell sounded with upon my entrance, having been placed so the workers knew when someone had entered or left.I stepped into the place, careful to wipe my boots on the mat in the doorway to avoid another scolding from the bartender. Inside the lighting was dim and the sounds of idle chat, banter, and crowing laughter was louder. Turning my head, I looked over the people in various states of sobriety. Striding confidently passed the tables arranged in a restaurant fashion, I reached the bar and slid onto one of the empty stools away from others. A stout man wearing a simple black shirt and matching jeans sidled over from the small kitchen with a few empty glasses in hand. He set them on the counter before another worker had proceeded to fill them. Then he made his way over to me. Upon closer inspection it could be noted that he had receding brown hair, a hooked nose, and a missing eye. While others would be frightened by his almost intimating appearance, I knew him to be a good friend. His gruff voice greeted me as his thin lips formed a smile. "The usual, Bella?"he asked. "Of course. When have I ever asked for different, Charlie?"I replied as I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my coat pocket as well as a lighter. Charlie slid an ash tray towards me before turning and grabbing a bottle of gin from a shelf and beginning to pour the contents into a glass full of ice. I placed a cigarette between my teeth and raised the lighter to the end. With a careful flick, a small flame lapped at the end of the cigarette and made the end glow a coppery red. Pocketing the lighter and box of cigarettes, I inhaled some smoke before exhaling it with an almost exaggerated sigh. I watched the foul grey smoke lift up towards the florescent light above and made a mental note to stop this nonsense before it became an addiction. I had already began to smoke one a day and feared it would get worse. I had started first for a small thrill and soon started smoking here at the bar after work to relax of something. It was awful stuff, really, but I couldn't help but do it in the hopes things would somehow get better. I looked back to the bar top when I heard the clink of a glass being set down. I pulled the glass closer, relishing the cold on my palm for once. Charlie left to tend to other bar goers, knowing that he'd just place the gin on my tab to pay for later. After taking a few puffs of my cigarette, I pulled it from my mouth long enough to take a sip of my drink before returning it to rest in my mouth again. Hearing the bell by the door sound, I glanced over my shoulder and did a double take when I recognized the person who had entered. Turning forwards again, I cursed under my breath. It was one of my coworkers, Ryan Armani. He was a new intern and an annoying one at that. He was known to be rather flirtatious and outgoing, teasing a few of the female workers. I remembered feeling my stomach turn when I caught him whispering to a group for giggling female interns decked out in their tight blouses, pencil skirts, and heels. It was folly I thought would be done for after I graduated from college about three years ago, but I was wrong. I actually took my work seriously, however stupid it may be. I wouldn't be caught dead wearing such unprofessional garb anyways, sticking to a nice blazer and slacks most times. Now Ryan was here and he wasn't alone. He was accompanied by a female I had never seen before so she must not be another coworker. Too bad she wasn't since she looked plenty attractive, which was probably why she was now under Ryan's arm. Ryan still wore his work clothes of a white button up, a black tie, and slacks to match so he must have been out with this girl for a few hours if he hadn't changed after work. Or maybe it was a date? Hah, a funny thought since Ryan wasn't the dating type. My guess was this was some sort of one night stand thing or something. I glanced back at him again to see that he was sitting in a table nearby sitting parallel to the girl. The girl wore a simple scarlet jacket and tight fitting black jeans tucked into boots with short wedged heels. Raven black hair cascaded down her slender shoulders, framing her heart shaped face and extenuating her relatively pale skin. I furrowed a brow briefly as I wondered how Ryan managed to snag such a fine looking young woman. She was too modest looking to be an escort and although I wasn't fond of Ryan, I knew that he wouldn't purchase a girl. As I looked back down at my drink, a smile played across my lips. Maybe I could do some investigating here, or in other words find a way to ruin his chances with this girl. Ryan deserved it anyways. I pulled my cigarette from my mouth and shoved the end into the ash tray, watching as the embers died out. I grabbed my drink and stood up, fixing my straightened brown hair with a free hand. Then I turned towards Ryan and pretended to just see him. "Ryan! Funny seeing you here."I said, feigning some excitement as I watched him spot me with a look I interpreted as confusion. The girl he was with turned her head and saw me, offering a polite smile. "Oh, Bella. Hey...How's it going?"he asked, a bit sheepishly in my opinion and to my pleasure. I pulled a seat from another table towards the one these two sat at and took a seat myself. "Fine, fine. Just getting a drink."I answered, casually waving away his question. I turned my attention to the young woman sitting across from Ryan and added, "And just who would this fine looking lady be?" The young woman seemed to stifle a giggle and blushed a bit. I deduced she was the innocent type, and flirty too. It was odd though since she held herself with such confidence and dressed more masculine like than the usual air headed girls did so she must have been something special. Was I jealous of Ryan? Maybe....Ryan answered as he gestured a hand towards the girl. "This is Alice. I met her at a party."Ryan answered. A party, huh? That explained why his work clothes were a bit rumpled and that he already smelled of alcohol. "Nice to meet you, Alice."I said politely as I extended a hand for the girl to shake. Alice took my hand in hers and shook once, offering a firm, yet gentle grip. Her hands weren't that soft so I guessed she was a working woman, though her occupation was still unknown to me. She seemed kind enough as of now, emerald eyes gleaming. She smelled faintly of roses, a welcome scent among the din of smoke, alcohol, and sweat and I almost regretted it when my hand released hers. Oh how I wanted to know this Alice. Maybe I could win her over. I leaned back casually and looked between Ryan and Alice. "Did I interrupt something?"I asked, pretending to be oblivious. I had to stifle a devilish grin since I was perfectly aware of exactly what I was doing. Ryan composed himself, running a hand through his short, brown hair, which was falling out of its gelled state over time. "No. We were just going to talk and share a drink. You're free to stay if it's okay with Alice."he replied, voice slowly returning to its usual charming state. "It isn't a problem. The more the merrier, right?"Alice replied with a half grin and a voice that reminded me of silk. That grin of hers made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This woman was driving me crazy with how slick and confident she seemed. How did she do it? Maybe I could ask later if I managed to convince her to ditch this douche and go after someone more respectable, like myself perhaps. I lifted my drink to my lips and took a sip, watching as one of the workers took the order of Alice and Ryan. While they were occupied, I noticed something that made my heart nearly stop. Peaking out from under Alice's dark wave of hair was a faint scar. No way. No way. No.No.No. She couldn't be the assassin. She was definitely female, was in her twenties, and had a head scar. The confidence, the worn hands, that sleek body. I desperately hoped this was a coincidence, but my observations made her in question. Now was my time to ask some discreet questions to try to reach the conclusion that this beautiful woman wasn't a trained murderer. "So, Alice, where are you from?"I asked to start things out in a casual manner that could be taken as normal talk when getting to know a person. "I was born in southern California, but I live here now."Alice replied, seeming unfazed by the question. For all I knew, she could be lying if she really was a killer. Or she was just a normal girl, but for the safety of others I had to pursue finding out more about her. Hell, Ryan could have even been her target or at least someone to get information about the headquarters. If I were an assassin I would go after those trying to hunt me down and arrest me. "Mm. I've heard the weather down south is pretty great. Do you like it up north?"I ventured next, seeming like this was a good segway into more questions. Alice took a brief moment to think and to sip her beer that had just arrived, then she said in that sweet voice of hers, "It's pretty nice up here. The city is bustling and full of opportunities." I processed her answer and decided to pursue her mentioning of opportunities and just what that would entitle. After all, cities were more convenient locations for assassins of course with plenty of people out at the throats of others and the cover of being anonymous among a few thousand people. "Opportunities? Did you come up here for business?"I asked, pushing a lock of my hair out of my eyes before taking a discreet look at that scar peaking out of Alice's hair. Ryan was quiet as of now, watching the two women converse amongst themselves. He did offer a skeptical look in my direction, probably discovering I sounded like I was questioning Alice like I would someone at the office. Alice still seemed confident, though I noticed that she began to tap her foot under that table which could be seen as a sign of anxiety. "I did. I work at the local department store."she replied. "Oh? And they didn't have department stores down south?"I replied, raising an eyebrow. I had left the casual zone upon questioning if this girl was bluffing in a way that was subtle, yet still peculiar even to common folk. Ryan looked shocked that I had went there, eyes widening. He opened his mouth to speak but then looked bitter and took a frustrated gulp from his beer bottle. Alice's expression dropped a bit and she tilted her head ever so slightly in a way that was cute enough to make my heart flutter. I kept my focus though. Alice's foot tapping grew quicker in pace and she replied in an innocent and tone. "There were. It just seems busier here."Alice replied, looking to Ryan as if wondering why I was so forwards seeming. Ryan set his drink down and grit his teeth. "Er, sorry Alice. I need to talk to my friend here for a second. You hang tight and I'll be back soon."he said as politely as he could. Alice nodded obediently and watched as Ryan got to his feet. He gave me a sharp look and I stood up without him having to ask, making my way towards the bathrooms in the back of the bar. I casually stepped over a puddle of vomit left by a very drunk person who was asleep in one of the booths. As soon as Ryan had pulled me into the unisex bathroom and locked the door, he turned on me. "What are you doing out there?"he asked in a harsh whisper as if stifling yelling at me. I crossed my arms and ignored the awful smell and bright light overhead. "You're an idiot and she's a murderer," I replied with a whisper that sounded more like a hiss. Ryan looked shocked and outraged. "A murderer? What the hell makes you think that, Bella?"he asked, bewildered. As I looked up at him I saw that his face was contorted in an expression that I recognized came before rage. "I was briefed on a female assassin in her mid twenties who had a scar on her forehead. Alice has all of those signs plus she is confident as hell and her hands are worn from work a department store doesn't bring. Her lie was awful since there are large department stores everywhere so this place doesn't have any more opportunities. Plus, she is beginning to show signs of being nervous and why should she be nervous?"I explained as quickly as I could. Ryan snorted in disbelief and held his head, looking away. He laughed. "Of course it would be you to ruin my shot at such a wonderful woman by suspecting she is a f*cking murderer. Unbelievable."he said before walking out before I could stop him. I followed angrily and reached his side. As we approached the table I realized that Alice had left and the bar was in chaos. People were stumbling out of the door or cowering under tables and a few bartenders were on the phone, probably with the police judging from the panic. I grabbed one of Charlie's large tree trunk like arms as he walked past and asked, "What the hell happened?" For the first time I saw what Charlie looked like when he was frightened, his one eye widened. "That woman you spoke to. She threw something down and clouded the room with smoke. When it cleared someone was dead and she was gone."he said, voice now faster than his usual drawling pace. I shot Ryan an angry glare as if to say, I told you so. Ryan looked stunned as he heard what had happened but soon stammered, "Where is the victim?" Charlie pointed to where two bartenders were fretting at a business man in a suit who was slumped over a table. A red slash ran across his throat and his lifeblood had puddled under his white shirt. Some of it dribbled down to the dirt clumped carpet. The man's eyes were frozen open and distant looking as they met mine and as my breath caught in my throat, I realized that Alice had actually been a killer. My assignment! Who knew the assassin was so attractive. Well now I knew what she looked like and I was determined to find her. After three long years of tedious assignments, I had finally started my real job.