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Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Oct-24-2009 18:47

October 24, 1938- Heimlich VonVIctor felt a chill run down his spine. Autumn always had that effect on him. He looked up at the multitude of colors adorning the trees and placed his hands in his coat pockets. The pungent aroma in the air told him that, somewhere, leaves were being burnt. He took a deep breath and looked down, to the place he had visited as many times as he could in the past two years. The cold hard stone hadn’t changed a bit, and never would. It would always be a testament to the man resting under it.

FEBRUARY 10, 1892-
JUNE 15, 1936
“Justice for all. Above all else.”

He took a deep sigh. He never left anything behind, nor did he suspect that Richard would want anything left for him. He leaned down and placed his hand on the stone, “I’m doing alright Richard. Eric and I started up another agency. We’re doing it right this time, and Sergei is getting better at English every day. He’s even solving cases now; you wouldn’t believe how well he’s doing.”

“Excuse me, detective VonVictor?” a voice called behind him

Heim whirled around to find himself face to face with a young uniformed officer, “What do you want?” he demanded, “Can’t you see I’m in a cemetery?”

“Yes sir,” he responded, “and I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but I’ve been asked to fetch you right away, it’s a matter of life and death!”

Heimlich let out a sigh, and leaned down to touch the stone again, “It never ends Richard, it never ends. I have to go now, but I’ll be back real soon.”


Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jan-2-2010 02:09

Molly spun, biting back a cry as the movement tugged at her injured rib as the front door opened. She aimed a glance at Marc that clearly said, "hold up your end of the deal; keep the secret."

Casually she placed her bandaged hand in her heavy coat's pocket and moved towards the others.

"You all look like hell." She said, the usual cheerfulness in her tone falling flat in light of the peculiar irony of her saying that. Gingerly, she went and had a seat, keeping her coat secured with one hand as she aimed a smile at the others. She had begun to tremble with the exertion of holding her posture normally; however she was fairly certain the coat concealed the light shaking.

"Good to see you out, jailbird." she nodded at Heimlich, and then squinted her eyes at JZ uncharacteristically. Usually she tried not to look directly at him unless conversation demanded it. Out of sight, out of existence and what-not.

"Mr. Zeo, is that a needle-mark in your neck?" she asked, noting the flesh was slightly red. "What on earth happened to you lot? Any new developments on the Eye of God?"

Eric Marvington
Eric Marvington

Jan-11-2010 17:47

Do you believe in God? No, but I believe in Satan. How can you say that? He has carefully planned every moment of my life.

This was an exchange between myself and my best friend Sergei Kobetz. I never understood it. If you believed in the existence of an evil being, there must be something to go against it. There must be something there to fight against the evil. We spent hours back and forth with neither conceding a single point.

Now I know he was right. Now I know that if there ever was a God, that he has abandoned us. Our lives are forever entwined. Sergei, me, Abby, you. They're twisted together, binding us together for a few moments where we're tricked into believing that we have hope for tomorrow. For all that binds us is that which seeks to destroy us. That which breeds evil within the hearts of man. That which if allowed to exist negates the possibility of any all saving being.

For when something so revered, so powerful, so sage embodies the emptiness in the being of all, there can be no saving grace. When this embodiment has voided all that binds it to humanity and died so many times over that its very soul ripped from itself to perpetuate the unnatural cycle, the questions turn into answers.

The Order didn't believe in God. They had killed the existence of any God in my mind. But Satan, oh Satan I could believe in, for he was seated before me, and I felt the very being of myself die with every passing moment.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Jan-11-2010 18:14

"There's no time for that!" Heimlich said, "We need to find a member of the Order of Socrates and now!"

"Anderson's!" Marc shouted, "Joe Davis hangs out at Anderson's. We can go there and find him. The detectives jumped up and quickly scrambled out the door.


"What are we doing here?" Riza demanded.

"I want to talk to Thomas Lee." Heimlich responded, "He'll be able to tell us if Davis is actually there or if the mayor gave Marc bad information."

"There's no time for that!" Anais snapped, "We need to find the children and now! Heimlich!"

"If we walk into an ambush we're not doing anyone any good." Heimlich calmly responded as he entered the tent alone. He walked up to Thomas' table, placed $20 down, and took a seat.

"What do you seek?" Thomas asked with a sly smile.

"I need to know if a man named Joseph Davis is at a bar called Anderson's." Heimlich said, "Not the hardest thing in the world, but I'll pay your regular rate anyway."

"Hmmmm," Thomas responded as he gazed into the ball, "no I don't see any Mr. Anderson in your future."

"Davis!" Heimlich barked, "Not Anderson! Davis! Joe Davis! He's at a bar called Anderson's!"

"No he isn't." Thomas responded with a grin, "Have a nice day Mr. VonVictor."

Heimlich stood up, cast an annoyed glance at Thomas, and turned to leave.

"Henry!" another voice called out. Heimlich whirled around to see Thomas' pupils had dilated and the voice was coming from him! "Henry you seek your child!"

"Yes!" Heimlich said as he rushed back to the table, "Where is she? Where have they taken her?"

"Heed my words Henry VonVictor," the voice said coldly, "family will be your downfall. Continue to seek your child and you will ruin all those around you. You are cursed. You poison all that come close to you. Those closest to you will come to peril at your hand. Atone for your sins Henry VonVictor, for your hour of judgment is close at hand." The voice let out a long hiss and Thomas' eyes returned to normal.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Jan-11-2010 18:18

"What the hell does that mean?" Heimlich demanded, "Who the bloody hell do you think you are saying that?"

"He's simply not there Mr. VonVictor." Thomas replied confused, "I don't know what you're looking for."

"Not that!" Heimlich shouted, "That mumbo jumbo prophecy you just spouted! What do you mean by that?"

"Oh..." Thomas began, "I'm sorry but I don't know. It is not me that spoke the words, and it is not for me to know. It is for you Heimlich VonVictor."

"No!" Heimlich shouted, "Take it back! Right now! Take it back!"

"It is not for me to do," Thomas replied, "for I am simply a medium."

Panic gripped Heimlich's body as a million thoughts raced through his mind.

"Get off her!" a voice shouted from outside, "Let go of her you bastard!"

Heimlich raced out the door to see what was happening.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jan-12-2010 13:02

Heimlich disappeared into the tent, and Molly went over to stand next to Riza.

"I for one, want to know what the bloody hell is going on." she said succinctly. "Especially if it's a member of the Order. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times that I have the finest connections money can buy in all three of the cities organizations. If you're looking for someone, I may be able to HELP you. But I refuse to be dragged along like a spare tire."

She crossed her arms and winced. The motion hurt. But still she glared resolutely at the entrance to the tent, waiting for Heimlich to emerge. And that's when the commotion started.


Jan-12-2010 13:51

"I wonder where Davis is..." Vulkie murmered. "Probably not at Anderson's" Vulkie added and everyone outside nodded.

Just then, a figure creeped up behind Vulkie. "Your guess is right" the voice said and Vulkie turned around, to look Davis in the face. Davis immediately grabbed her arm.

"Let my arm go!" Vulkie shouted, as Joe Davis tried to pull her with her.

Davis immediately jumped on Vulkie and pulled a knife from his jacket

"Get off her!" Joseph shouted. "Let go of her you bastard!" Marc shouted and Davis "sliced" his knife against Marc's leg, making him fall.

"Now, you listen to ME! You let me and Miss Nouson go, or else you will feel the wrath of the Order. Don't try to follow me, or I'll slice her!" Davis said and pulled Vulkie up and held her near him, with the knife against her throat.

"Guys..." Vulkie murmered.... "Get that son of a b*tch!" Vulkie shouted and kicked hard against Davis's knee. The knife "sliced" a bit against Vulkie's throat and a blood drop could be seen. Immediately, Joseph jumped on Davis and gave him the full load of some punches.

"Joseph... You can stop now" Anais murmered, but Joseph continued. "Joseph, stop!" Molly said and tried to pull him off Davis. But Joseph remained on Davis and gave him another punch.

"Guys, help me!" Anais shouted and Riza, Marc, Molly and Vulkie tried to pull Joseph from Davis away.

"That son of a b*tch has my daughter!" Joseph shouted and Heimlich came walking out.

"Oh... It seems we've got our lead" Heimlich said and smiled a bit, but his face was white.

"Let's tie him up and "interrogate" him at your home Heimlich!" Anais said and Heimlich nodded

***Heimlich's house***

As Vulkie had some bandage around her neck, Joseph a drink in his hand and Marc some bandages around his leg, Molly and Heimlich began to interrogate Davis...

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jan-12-2010 14:56

Molly lit a cigarette and watched the flurry of activity. Davis was tied to the chair, glaring balefully at everyone in the room.

"I've dealt with you before." she said suddenly, pointing a slim finger. "I know just who you are."

He swiveled his head to look at her, and grinned. "And I know just who you are. And once the Order finds out about your involvement in this, you'll have to look over your shoulder. You won't be safe until your dead. They don't take kindly to traitors."

"Oh please." Molly scoffed, smiling. "As charming as that is, I am not a member of the Order. Now how about you cooperate with us, and we'll let you run back to Hollis and tattle on me. You'd like to tell him what a bad girl I've been, right? Tell us what we want to know, and everyone gets what they want."

Although she didn't show it, she had been gripped by sudden unease. Friend or member, she'd be on the blacklist of the Order. Because she associated with them more so than her friends, her punishment would be far more severe. In essence, she had just laid her life on the line for those two little girls.

But she knew. She was a mother, and her daughter was far away from all of this.If they got her, she'd instruct her friends to tell her daughter that it was something like a car accident. Something easy to understand. As long as Jack Billings was kept far away, then her life could be perfect.

"Well, Davis?" she asked, returning from her thoughts. "What say you start talking?"

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Jan-12-2010 17:04

Marc watched in anger as Molly tried to get him to talk. When she would give up, someone else would step in and try. But the longer he sat there, the longer the lives of two little girl's were at stake. And the more Marc thought about it, the angrier he got. He was mad to begin with when Davis swiped his leg. Thankfully, it wasn't bad. It just needed a bandage and he would pull through.

Marc watched as Molly tried and tried to get him to talk and nothing she seemed to do would work.

"Forget this!" Marc shouted as he stood up. He walked up beside Davis and pulled out his pistol and started screaming. He couldn't take it anymore.

"You had better start talking you son of a bitch! Or so help me God I'll blow your f-" He was cut off by Joseph.

"MARC! STOP RIGHT NOW!" Joseph screamed.

Marc slowly holstered the pistol and Zeo pulled him to the side.

"Go step outside and cool off," Zeo said calmly. Marc knew why. He was about to shoot Davis in every non vital spot on his body until he spoke. That was going a bit too violent. As dark as Marc was, even pulling something like that, it wasn't in him to shoot until someone spoke.

Marc nodded and took a deep breath. He felt every eye watching him as he stormed out of the house to cool off.

As soon as he closed the door, Marc took out his pipe, filling it with his apple flavored tobacco. A few moments after he lit it, someone came out side and sat next to him.

Marc didn't look up to see who it was.

"So what's going on in there?" Marc asked.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jan-12-2010 17:48

Molly watched in disbelief, her mouth gaping open in surprise as Marc started screaming and whipped out his pistol.

"Oh no." she mouthed, just as Joseph Zeo interceded and ordered him outside. She looked at Davis, but the damage was done.

"You people are crazy! I'm not talking to your madmen! Kill me if you want! I don't care!" he screeched, and Molly sighed. She had been going about the slow process but it seemed necessary. He was an Order of Socrates member for a reason. They didn't respond well to threats, but rather logic.

"Damn it!" she hissed, and struck out at the wall, then gasped as pain spiked through her broken fingers. "Damn it, I forgot!"

Cradling her hand, she stalked over to Davis and leaned down to look at him eye-to-eye.

"It doesn't have to go like this." she said calmly. "You tell us what we want to know, you walk. Let me ask you something, Davis. Think they'd promote you if you turned me in? Because I will promise right now to go with you if you tell these people what they want to know, and where they can find their daughters. Think about it. You could easily climb in rank, ingratiate yourself. Hollis would want to have my head. YOU can give me to him. Look."

She took out her pistol and dropped it on the floor.

"Tell them where to find their kids IMMEDIATELY and I'll let you turn me in to Hollis himself."

She cast a glare at the others, warning them to not object. It was a desperate ploy, but it could both work and buy them time.

Davis bit his lip, clearly thinking this over. The light in his eyes glowed brightly with greed. He was seeing some sort of future of spoils and riches and titles.

"Alright, I'll talk." he said finally, and a collective sigh echoed throughout the room.

Molly set her mouth and stepped back, thinking over countless strategies and plans. The most important thing was to get them off to wherever they needed to go. Two children were in danger, the first thing to go out of the window was normal procedure.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Jan-13-2010 12:29

"Your children have been taken the Inner Sanctum of the Order of Socrates. When I saw them last, they were still alive." Davis said sternly.

"When you saw them last?" Joseph shouted, "You son of a bitch! What are they doing to them!?"

"Calm down!" Heimlich ordered despite feeling the same exact way.

"How do we get to the Inner Sanctum?" Molly asked.

"You can't," Davis said with a smug smile, "but I can take you there."

"Let's go." Albert said, pulling his coat on, "Every second counts."

Davis let out a laugh. "Do you really think you can take on the entire order by yourself? Half of the city is in there!" he said.

Joseph leaned in and whispered to Heimlich, "Ask him why they needed blood."

Heimlich shook his head. "No," he whispered back, "we can't risk it. The more info we hold back from him the better."

"One last thing." Molly said, "Why did you attack us? Did you know we were searching for you?"

"Ha!" Davis scoffed, "I have nothing to fear from you. I was under orders from the order to take her out!" he finished pointing at Riza. "She lied to us and stole from us. Believe you me dear, if you go near the Inner Sanctum, your candle will be snuffed out before you can even step foot inside!"

Heimlich grabbed Davis tight by the shoulder. "Enough with the threats! Let's go!" he ordered.

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