[Fiction Practice] Detective Peaceknife’s Case

That blue slime ball was too close for comfort! How I, retiring Detective Peaceknife, got into another para-predicament like this, with this overwhelming mind-controlling beast, was beyond me. It all started with some dame walking into my office, dropping off a case to find her missing husband, and some glasses. “You’ll need these to see them.” Well, babe, I don’t need these things to see the acidic vapors eating away the concrete at my feet.

I rolled over to avoid the next slime ball.

“Don’t worry, hun. He’s probably just got himself too distracted again. I haven’t heard from him in three days, and no one’s returning my calls. Here’s the address. They might give you hassle if you just waltz in, so on the back is a route to sneak into his lab. I’d go, but you see,” and she crossed her legs to show a seductive scar running up her thigh, as she sat on the edge of my desk, “I can’t run. The heels are just for show.”

I jumped and narrowly dodged another blast.

“Tell him I’m worried, and, lonely.” She stood and turned with a smile. “Hopefully the offer is to your liking, hun. It is more dangerous than your typical wellness check, since he’s been cooking up these creations lately, and he’s been getting into some serious parapsychology. ‘Mind control through osmosis,’ he called it. Let’s hook up after he’s back to me. I might have more work within your specialty…”

My hat fell in one of the blue puddles and disintegrated.

She closed the door softly on her way out. She probably rang me up because I dealt with these sorts of matters before in the good old days, when I ran with Lighthouse, before The Failure. The office is littered with artifacts, potions, books, photos, and other formerly forbidden objects. I’d since been working humble cases until I can pay off the retirement home. How she learned my humble name is beyond me.

I threw one of my blades at this once-human. Hit the foot? Weird…

The blades were dull from disuse. After what happened, I hung up the gear, and went back to the dull work. I thought I let the young and dumb get themselves offed by the supernatural? Wasn’t that the pact I made over my partner’s grave? The dame must have reminded me of her, or wait a minute! She must be in on this, too! No wonder I wasn’t asking any of my normal questions… It’s all clear now.

“The game’s up! I know you’re here!”

“Very good, Detective. Sorry about the hat.” I stood and faced the wounded scientist. With his hologram damaged, the scientist appeared inside a skeletal apparatus. I heard her distinctive footprints approach. “We’ll reimburse you for the hat, and if it has sentimental value…” She appeared with a ragtag crew of paranormal detectives. “You can form new sentiments with our team. We need your help.”

Lighthouse’s charm rattled briefly.

“Must be serious.”

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