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Liam smirked in kind, his anger was growing the more he looked at his face. "Shut up, you can't expect me to know what you mean when your not being specific. And I out here with her, at eight in the morning. The only reason I didn't see anything is because was lying down on a bench."Liam answered.
Lee was never easy to wake up, nor did the sleep leave him that easily.

Asleep on a bench. Supernatural vagabonds? That happened often.*
And as I prepared to make a better reply, the sargeant, BLOKE ONE, tapped me on my shoulder. He looked a tad lost, and his gun hand twitched.

"Sir, we've got a few other witnesses, and Detective Barkhaum would like to interrogate these two. If you're done, uh-"

"Of course, Sgt. Bl- Sgt. Fellody!" I corrected smoothly, standing up, and talking to him a few meters away. "The detective will interrogate them in the police station, right? Be careful about the boy. Something's off about him. Also, check their records. Past charges, family, etc. Have you managed to contact the parents?"

He blinked.
He blinked again.

And as I was beggining to loose hope, he rallied. "We haven't found any contacts of them, but we'll be looking. Anyways, sir, there is the witness..."

I walked away, but not before giving one final glance at the pair. This would be an interesting case, no doubt about it.

Behind me, the detective walked over to them. I instantly disliked him. He had two guns, and walked like he should be riding a horse and shooting indians than properly interrogating them.

I walked away.

*Be polite to dirtly little men on the streets, there might just be a chance they may be angels. Or demons. You never know, with the things that go bump in the night, these days.

"Oh look, an actual Detective wants to question us. Never mind the fact his name is Barkhaum. So good-bye arrogant prick."Liam said to Prof.Nikola. He snickered before looking at his little sister to see how she was handling things.

Lacie had once again turned into a trembling mess.

I watched the suspects being interrogated one by one, leaving nothing or petty details in their wake.
All of them, useless.

There was a middle aged woman with a dog, screaming her head off, while me and 'ze detective had to listen to all that mess. Thankfully, the interrogation room's windows were soundproof, or she'd have already shattered the glasses in the entire town.

"I-I-I...the girl was dead! DEAD, I TELL YOU! DEAAAD!" The old hag in the pink dress screamed at the top of her lungs. The dog* also barked his head off - which would happen very, very soon if he didn't shut up.
I wanted to slap her. Hard. Instead, I spoke very, very, calmly. Maybe, anyways.

"We already know that, Mrs Loraine. Do you have any other information you could share with us?"

"WELL, WELL, WELL,"

"Go on," said the detective, his face into such a frown that even a bulldog would find it repulsive.

"HER HANDS WERE BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNT!"

This went on, and on. And on. And on.

*Yes, you guessed it! A poodle! One point to you!

Liam waited, and waited. He was getting tired of this. So what, a young woman was found dead in the park this morning. Big freaking deal, there had to be more important things to focus on than this. Or he hoped, Lee was slowly getting more and more bored as the minutes ticked by. It got to the point he just started humming as he walked around.

"When do you think we can go,"Asked Lacie. His younger sister just wanted out of the place. She wanted to go eat something and maybe look at the cute puppies and kittens at the pet store too. Yeah, that sounded like a very nice plan to little Lacie.

"You think I would be still here, bored out of my mind, if I knew when we could leave?"Liam replied and then went back walking around.

I was walking with the Detective, bored. Well, I had to admit it: despite him being a total idiot at everything else, he was good at interrogating people. He made them so bored they spilled everything just to get away from his presence.

"So you mean you couldn't find their parents?" I asked towards a sargeant. I wasn't even being sarcastic. I was way too concentrated to be sarcastic.

"No, it's odd, but...we haven't got files about them. Nothing. Not one name. Not one family member." He answered. I wasn't suprised. This confirmed the Liam and Lacie Bear 's supernatural identity.

Well now, let's get the police out of this one.

I slapped the back of the Detective jovially, ignoring his wince. "Well done, all of this! I believe you're begginning to get a few clues on the case! I myself only came here as a favour for a friend, you know, and I really must get going. Goodbye, good luck to you! Oh, and do release the children, I believe they have nothing to do with this, and there is an error in a sistem. Goodbye, detective, Sargeant.*"

*I said this quickly, bluntly and without giving them time to breathe, resisting to say jolly good, ol' chaps and cheerio. But I wasn't swooping that low, they were already confused. Even I have morals - I just don't use them.

Lacie looked up at her brother when he stopped. He smiled, he had been listening at the right time to hear that they were free to go. He looked at his younger sister," Let's go, sis. We're free to go."He informed her. He knew she had heard what Nikola had said. Yet she didn't move, she wanted to be extra sure that they could leave. So, she crossed her arms and sat back in her chair, waiting for someone to come tell them that they could leave.

The soft patter of the rain was heard as I left the police office, my black umbrella guarding me from the increasingly violent weather. it was a good umbrella. Dark. Slim. The handle made of oak.

I was eager to leave the town, of course. And yet, the pair could be useful, in the boy's violent way.

I wouldn't hurt them, of course. Not without a reason.*

My phone rang.
I didn't even need to look at the name.
It was l'imbécile Vaeldimas.

"Yo."

"Yo? Yo, Lanthéreamus? You dare say yo after what happened in Spain?"**

"Yo. It appears this expression is widely used in friendly terms by -"

"Do not lecture me, you spineless little -"

"I was only trying to be friendly, ol' chap." See what I meant about the british idioms? "I'm reaaaally busy now, yes, yes, you'll kill me later, goodbye. Say hi to the bloke Up Above for me. Bye." I snarled the last bit out and hang up.

Well, I'd certainly deal with that french bastard later on. Now, I was in America. Charutes, guns and vicious murder cases. What not to love?

Seeing that I was alone in the street, with nobody watching, I ran into an alley, my face morphing as I went.

And a minute later, a pigeon*** watched the officers lead the children out of the main building.



*They could give me a reason. Very easily.

**Let's just say it involved explosions, a bit quantity of dinamite, and a knife. Oh, and half a dozen payed assassins. He recovered quickly. Pity. It was all in friendly terms, of course, a ...friendly competion, so to say. The bombing doesn't count. Nor does the shooting. Nor does the whole place falling on top of him.

***Ravens are far too inconspicious in a cheerful little town like this.

Liam sat at a table, stirring a cup of hot tea over and over again. Much unlike his sister, he didn't like loud, bright crowded places with sweets to top of the surgery finish. Those were all the things he really hated. So, for him to do this meant he had to have some sweetness somewhere in that tiny body. "I'm going to get some air."He huffed, sliding out of of his chair.

She looked outside where it rain, then looked at her brother."..but it's raining."She protested weakly. Her brother in response gave her a small laugh. That's how she knew he wasn't going to stand in the rain. After all there was a part of the cafe that had table outdoors. She watched him make his way to the tables outside. She watched..and watched, then followed him with her stuff.

I watched them cross the streets. I watched them enter the shop. I watched them stay in the shop. I watched them not bloody move for more than twenty minutes. ((Is this okay?))

As I got pummelled by tremendous quantities of water, I couldn't help to think that I should have changed into something better, instead of a pigeon.

Maybe a fish, if the weather continued like this.

Oh, I didn't mind, of course: I've seen worse rains, but still...I could tell this sunny little town was not used to storms.

Sunny little town my foot...

Speaking truthfully, pigeons are somewhat fidgety by nature, and I wished I had chosen a magpie or a swallow. But a Shift now would be too noticeable, and besides, I wanted to reserve my strength.

But look! The bears had awoken from their hibernation in the cafe!

Joy.

{Pfft, yes, it's fine~}

Liam noticed, no he felt someone watching them. There was a small smrik, he pitied who ever was really willingly to watch them and their oh so 'normal' lives. He hoisted himself up on the railing to get a much better view of the area instead of the slightly over grown shrubbery. Everything in the town had been harder to tend to with so much rain. Hardly anyone came outside anymore due to the rain. "Hey, Lace,get things, we're leaving."

Lacie blinked a few times, then nodded before hurrying back inside.

The pigeon flew across the street, landing on a small wall, pratically in ruins, left of a garden.
Sunflowers. Sunflowers in a town. Gosh. They deserved the rain, the bloody things. Who'd think about putting sunflowers near a street?

And what a silent street it was.

Not a whisper, not a word, just the silence, nothing heard.

The unremarkeable pigeon eyed the teenagers walking out of the cafe. Dirty, scruffy and with unintelligent eyes.

What? I was good at my job.

"Big brother, is something wrong? You seem flustered.."Lacie noted as she kept up with her brother. Ever few steps she would hope into a puddle simply because she could. And Lee didn't really mind, it actually seemed quite fun, but that feeling wouldn't go away. Lace hopped again, into a somewhat larger puddle when Liam took her pale hand in his and ran.

"Come on, let's get out of the rain."He said, oddly cheerful to anyone else, but not to Lacie.
"Okay."She giggled, slowly figuring out that he wasn't comfortable. She frowned a bit, why did he hide things until he got home?

Okay, so emo boy was talking in a happy way.*
That was new.

Which made me believe that or he had a highly advanced form of bipolarity or he was bluffing like a drunk gambler at a Vegas Casino.

Here between us, I thought that I should go with Vegas.

So he was noticing someone. Nice job, mate! Now let's see you suspecting a dirty pigeon.**

*I did get close to them. Plus, I normally have good hearing. Excellent, if I might say. I didn't change the pigeon's earing one bit. Nah. I don't need things like that.

**See what I said about the ravens?

Liam smiled until that got back and Lacie headed inside. Then his typical self began creeping back out, he looked up. He looked around. No one, and nothing, this wasn't calming him down at all, it was only annoying him. With a flick of his wrist a dagger appeared in his pale hand, he kept it at the ready in case he came across any one, or anything. "I know you're there,freak.."He growled with a small smile

Except I wasn't. Not really.

I was outside the house, and what a house it was! Meaning, it was stupid. What a stupid, stupid house.
For a start, it had spikes on the ledges of the building.
On behalf of all the pigeons and assorted Avialae, that offended me.

Then it was stupid because it contained two ... admirable characters such as emo boy and his weird sister. A sane building would have exploded itself with dynamite. Hopefully with them inside.

Emmy detected something, I had to give him that. But I wasn't worried, not really. I was a bird on five planes. Even if he could possibly, maybe, even see through all the first three*, come on.

The pigeon looked at the boy sheepishly through the window. Pff.

*There are seven planes of existence, like vienneta all stacked together. Normal humans can only see through the first one. Cats can see through three. Mages and most supernatural entities can see through three, four, tops. For more, they need...other items.

There was nothing, yes, he knew someone was watching them..But there was nothing. With a sigh the dagger fade away in a split second. It was like the blade was never in the teeanger's hands. "Tch..."He looked around, then stuffed his hands into his pockets.."Nothing..hmm."He made a face before slipping inside after his sister.

{..I have to go, be back in an hour}

I watched the boy leave, tilting my head.

If I had a mouth, I would have smiled. Right. Now just to wait for..

...Damn, I thought sourly, as I shifted into a black huski and trotted towards a warmer spot beneath a house's roof, lying there with my tongue out.

Waiting. Watching. Plotting.