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A Grey Wig

Posted in The Challenge on October 19, 2011 by cdickens97

A dark night, and its stormy like in one of those old detective movies from long ago. A light smoke seeps under the crack of the door. A voice is heard and a silhouette is seen through the tinted glass, throwing what looks like a chair to a desk. “Who do you think you are?! I bust my ass to get this money and you say that some chump named Grey Wig has your end?” Silence is fills the room but just as suddenly breaks, “I don’t care Johnson! You get that money back and show this Grey Hat that no one messes with Luigi Lorenzetti!”

The figure sits in a large chair and pulls out a handgun. Shots were fired towards the wall and he exits the room. Silence fills the walls again as a single sheet of paper falls from the oak desk.

It reads: Luigi, I want my money within three days after the eve of the Harvest Moon. If it isn’t in my possession by then, there will be…problems if you catch my drift. Three days after the eve of the Harvest Moon.

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The Lamp and The Shade

Posted in The Challenge on October 19, 2011 by cdickens97

Sirens wailed down the streets of a small city in southern Italy. Several police vehicles had already been parked in front of a blue home right outside of the downtown area. An officer jumped out of his car and drew his gun and placed it to his side as he ran to the house. Several other officers were posted outside the door and one kicked it in. They all rushed inside with their guns at the ready.

The house was a bloodbath. A young couple laid butchered on the couch in the family room, the man having many stab wounds to the chest and head, and the woman having been stabbed many times in the stomach and her throat cut. Upstairs they found a little boy drowned in a bathtub with a knife in his back and the dog’s head beside him. From the bathroom a trail of blood led to a back room and in it the found a room full of lamps. Oddly, every lamp in that room had been turned on and on the back wall a large arrow pointing down had a small table with a slip of paper on it.

The paper read: Grey Wig sent me, or us, however you wish to look at it. These people were merely…an exercise, a simple routine to keep my skill in this business at a maximum. Grey Wig doesn’t like the police and neither do I. In fact, we have something very special for the police officers of this “beautiful” city. I’m starving so I am off to find a delicious meal. We shall meet one day soon I’m sure, your friendly neighborhood Shade Cult.

                The officer who read the paper phoned the chief immediately and rushed back to the station to file the report

Why Does the Wind Blow?

Posted in The Challenge on October 19, 2011 by cdickens97

It’s been several weeks since The Shade Cult killed those people in the outskirts. Police have scanned the streets hundreds upon thousands of times and they have found no traces of either The Shade Cult or the notorious Grey Wig. Civilians have been urged to stay off the streets and away from dark alleys, as well as had a curfew placed for 8 pm.  All children are required to be inside a home and behind locked doors within an hour of curfew. Officials have called in an investigator to handle the matter and bring these criminals to justice.

“Mario Stravinsky! I haven’t seen you in nearly seven years. They called a stick in the mud like you to handle this? Ha! Well at least they know talent when they see it”, Luigi said from his side of the large oak desk as he extended his hand over a coffee mug to shake Mario’s hand. Mario shook it firmly and glanced out the window.

Rain poured heavily against the glass and several cars rushed passed. A man in a dark coat ran into a bar across the street. Mario looked to the other side of the room and a light flashed. An image of a demented zombie-like clown was in the corner. Mario shot up while pulling out a 9mm handgun and Luigi gave him a confused look.

“What is it, old chap? See a ghost?” Luigi asked jokingly.

Mario rubbed his eyes and looked back at the corner. There was nothing there except an old file cabinet and a fax machine. Mario fell back into his chair and sighed,”I thought I saw her again Luigi. I thought I saw The Jester!”

Luigi stood and got Mario a glass of red wine. He poured himself a glass and sat down. “Mario, The Jester has been dead for three years now. You shot her point blank between the eyes, with that very gun I might add! The Jester is gone. I know she made a huge mess but it’s over now. Do you think that your wife would want you to stay in this constant state of grieving?” Luigi said as he pointed to a large portrait of Stravinsky with his arms wrapped around a beautiful blonde haired woman in blue jeans and a pink top.

Luigi then turned on a fan to let the air circulate. The breeze hit Mario gently and he cracked a slight smile. “I guess that answers the question. Why the wind blows? It brings new hope, but enough on that. We need to-”

Just then Mario’s phone rang. He answered and stood up quickly. “Really? I’ll be there in twenty!” He hung up the phone and turned to Luigi,”We just got a lead. I’ll give you all the info, and we will move from there”

Luigi nodded and Mario Stravinsky rushed out the door.