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Revision as of 04:03, 18 September 2011
The following story is a classic murder mystery plot, but with supernatural (specifically superpower elements).
Please do not edit, I have a plan!
"So Ollie, know who did it yet?" Martin smirked at me as he asked this completely pointless question. Well... I suppose teasing me is a point. For him, at least.
Although I introduced myself as "Special Agent Morgan," he insists on calling me, "Ollie." Of course, he knew that I didn't know yet... He knew my name without me telling him. He knew it bothered me to be called "Ollie." And I'm almost sure he knows exactly who did it. How could he not? He also seems to derive great amusement from using his powers to annoy me. Some would be quite vexed to see "gifts" used so frivalously, but when I think about it, this may be the only joy he knows... I see him frown at that thought and his eyes sadden. I know so much about him, it almost seems his telepathy works both ways... At that thought, he forces a small grin, as if thanking me for having had it and he is visibly amused by me thinking that I could read his thoughts. He regains his casual, smirky, resistant attitude, so I recover my harsh countenance. I suppose I have no need to be rough with him, but at the same time, he knows it is an act. Merely one tool of investigation...
"You know I don't," I bark. Despite how irritating this guy is, I can't help but like him. The worst part is, he knows I like him. Obviously I can't treat him differently, but in a way I have no choice but.
I check my watch and realize I have already been here for an hour and know very little.
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