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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Feb-1-2021 18:51

He stared directly into her emerald green eyes as he set her plate in front of her. By God, she was beautiful. Her smile was almost everything to him, just seeing her smile would turn a bad day completely around. Her pale skin was as soft as her voice which he compared to summer rains.

A pity, he thought to himself, that she has to die, for in her salad, disguised as lettuce leaves were the leaves of a plant, unknown to her, called the deadly nightshade. It was as nightmarish as it sounds.

Almost cherry-like, but similar instructors to the tomato, he disguised the fruit as blueberries. The dressing on the salad was made from the root of the plant, which he harvested at the end of the vegetation period, when the toxins would be the highest.

He watched with a false, realistic smile as she bit into her salad, closing her eyes to savor the sweet flavor of the toxic fruit. Symptoms wouldn't start immediately, but they wouldn't take long.

Once her symptoms started, she knew she'd been poisoned. First came the sweats and hallucinations, then the shortness of breath and trouble breathing, followed by paralysis and moments later, death.

After she had died, he got up and went outside through the back door into the cool night air. He inhaled deeply, the fresh air filling his lungs, then exhaled. He grabbed his shovel from the tool shed, and stabbed the ground.


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Feb-24-2021 19:22

There was still another lead to follow; The Green Hand New York branch. This was something surprising to Marc, who despite having a positive standing with them, was under the impression they mainly operated in England and India. But if the Sicilians can operate casinos in Cuba, then why not?

"Welcome, Marc, come in, come in!" The Guardian General said, standing up. "I've heard a great deal about you, I'm pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Marc said as he extended his hand, shaking the Guardian General's hand. Marc introduced Joseph, Molly and Guy.

"We're looking into the disappearance-"

"Oh I know exactly why you're here." The Guardian General said. "The disappearances. 5 people, if I recall, three young, beautiful girls, a young boy, and a Tony Valencia."

Marc sat back in his chair, exchanging glances with Joseph.

"All will be answered," The Guardian General assured. "But first, you must do something for us."

"People's lives are in danger," Joseph interrupted. "You honestly, expect favors from us?"

"Not from all of you, just him. " Guardian General said, pointing at Marc.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Feb-24-2021 19:24

"Marc, isn't it true we've taught you the secret to pugilism?"

Pugilism is just another word for boxing, but in truth, they did teach him. Marc learned to fight and kill in the army, but The Green Hand taught him to be efficient. To fight with less rage and aggression, and and to channel to, number one, intimidate, and number two, defend.

He led the group out of his office and through a maze of corridors, then down three flights of stairs. As they approached a door, they could hear crowds of people yelling.

Guardian General opened the door to the arena in time to see a large, bald man, punch another man in the face. The two men fought like wild animals, punching and kicking each other. Blood was spilled, and bones broke. The larger man was victorious. His opponent was smaller. He wouldn't die, but he would be in a world of pain for the next month or so.

"Defeat our champion." The Guardian General said "And you'll get all the answers you want.".

Before long, Marc found himself in the arena, shirt, shoes and socks off, for a bare knuckle boxing match.

The champion was a huge man, easily standing at six and a half feet, towering over Marc's five foot and 10 inches.

Marc raised his hands in the fighting position to block the champions first swing. A left hook was followed by a right hook, Marc blocking and dodging both.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Feb-24-2021 19:24

Marc quickly threw a left jab in the man's abdomen, then a right into the man's face. The champion, in return, hooked Marc in the stomach, lifting his feet off the ground. Marc fell, gasping for air as the big man pulled him up, then punched Marc in the face, drawing blood, then to the mouth, splitting Marc's lip open.

Another jab to his side. Marc didn't have any broken bones. Yet. But his ribs were bruised. He was going to be hurting in the morning.

Adrenaline kicked in, when the champion moved in for the finisher. Marc sidestepped and kicked the large man in the side of the knee. A sicken pop could be heard only by Marc as the crowd cheered loudly. The champion's patella was now dislocated, giving Marc a winning advantage.

Before the man had time to fall, Marc punched hard, in the champion's sternum, literally, knocking the wind out of him. A second job to his nose made a sickening splat as blood gushed from his face. Quickly, Marc threw a third jab to the champion's jaw, knocking the man unconscious.

"Congratulations!" The Guardian General shouted. "To our new champion!".

The crowd let out a roar, loud enough, to rupture someone's ear drum.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Feb-24-2021 19:25

Thirty minutes later, Marc had been cleaned up, his wounds cleaned and disinfected. Two butterfly bandages were placed on his cheek that had been split open. His bottom lip was swollen where it had been split, and his left eye would have a bruise.

"I'm a man of my word." The Guardian General said when he saw Marc, Joseph and Molly enter his office again.

"Before I show you what we've found, you need to understand something. We too, are looking into the same matter as you three. We know who is doing this. But we don't fully have a reason why. "

"Who is it?" Molly demanded.

The Guardian General held up his hand, as if to say, "wait."

He motioned them to follow him, this time leading them through another set of maze-like corridors.

He opened a door to another room, this one, looking more like a hospital room.

"He is still alive, but barely."

"Mateo," Joseph whispered as they stepped in.

The act of hurting anyone, let alone, a young child like this, it was sickening. It was madness!

Pustules covered his naked body, as he laid there, hooked to a machine helping him breathe. He was unconscious.

"We have him sedated," the Guardian General explained. "when we found him, he was on the verge of dying."

"The Nightshade," Molly said, examining the boy.

"Precisely." The Guardian General replied.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Feb-24-2021 19:26

"We have the means to treat him, a plant based agent to counter the effects. It's going to take some time. But he'll live."

"He needs medical attention!" Joseph yelled. "HE NEEDS TO SEE A DOCTOR!"

"We have a doctor caring for him." The Guardian General explained calmly. "When he starts to improve, he will be delivered to the hospital, where then he will be given back to his family."

He turned back the detectives. "The man you're looking for is known as 'The Chemist'. A former botanist student, who's father is a member of our organization. His name is Christofer Wall. Christofer with an 'f' not a a 'ph'. We have a mission here, to purge those who wish to harm the garden. The Garden is Life. You know our motto. All those who harm the garden will parish. It's that simple. That why we don't support large corporations, and big businesses."

*How do we find him?" Marc asked, as he held his side.

"Find his garden, and you'll find him."

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