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May-9-2012 18:06

The office door slammed against the wall with a bang, and papers swirled restlessly across the desks of the darkened room. He looked up from his bottle of gin, bleary eyes just registering the figure outlined in the doorway. It was tall, and from the cast of the hips and tucked in-waist silhouetted in the black trench, it was a woman. She stood on black stilettos, and a black snood concealed her hair from view as surely as the netted veil did her face.

"Who is that?" he asked nervously, squinting his eyes. There was a pause, and then the figure moved forward, legs, hips rolling smoothly in an unmistakable way. He paled; rearing back in the chair so that it almost fell. He righted it with a clatter, fingers shaking.

"A ghost?" he breathed, suddenly terrified. Was the moonshine bad? Giving him the jake- was he hallucinating? The black ensemble of the woman suddenly seemed more foreboding than chic. "You...I thought you were dead!"

She moved forward, just inches away from him in the dim lamplight. Slowly, black satin-clad hands lifted up, grasped the edge of the veil, and pulled it back. Her glossy red lips shone in a vulpine smirk in the light.

"I never die. Nine lives, you know." Molly Maltese breathed in her sotto voice. "I've been to the end of the world, my dear, and I've brought back the case to end all cases for you."

Aug-22-2012 10:37

"Ladies, if I could interrupt." a gravelly voice came from by the pulpit, and both women turned as one to see a priest descending the steps. He folded his hands as he came towards them, a kindly look in his eye.

"I don't know the nature of your situation, my children," he said, but his eyes were on Riza. "But I can tell whatever hard times your trials have brought you have deemed you and your child in need of guidance, and protection."

Riza slanted a look over at Molly, and Molly shook herself out of a reverie and offered a winning smile.

"Er yes, its difficult times indeed, and...well. We need all the help we can get."

The priest nodded, and suddenly extended both his hands towards Riza's stomach. She was openly glaring at Molly now.

"Then let me offer a humble priests blessing for the angels and saints to watch over your Precious One today!" and so saying, he began a recitation of Latin that sounded both sad and strangely beautiful to the women's ears.
When he had finished, Molly reached out for Riza's arm and thanked the priest for his attentions as they turned on their heel and marched towards the doors.

"Back to the headquarters?" Riza asked.

Molly nodded, and gaily gesturing said, "yes! Its time for the black magic!"

The church doors closed on the priests horrified expression.