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THE ROOKIE
“Why drink coffee when whiskey will do” came Steve’s grumpy reply, when Deanna offered to make him a fresh pot of the morning kick starter, he called Black Joe. Deanna wrinkled up her nose, as she turn away from the small yellow and green Formica kitchen table that Steve was leaning upon, both hands tightly clutching his old coffee stain, the white one with 4 little puppies happy playing upon it, the cup was filled to the brim with Wild Turkey. How the hell can he even drink that gut rot so early in the morning was beyond her. Steve smelt like he hadn’t shower in a week, perhaps two even, for his old tan leather face, had at least two weeks growth of salt and pepper facial hair on it this morning.
Deanna sighs looking at the kitchen sink over flowing with dirty dishes, some flies were dancing upon something dark spilled upon the old Formica counter tops, and the coppery smell of it told her that it must be blood. So this was Steve Goodwill’s local sheriff once all around quarter for the Maine Black Bears. Now here he sits a broken man, unshaven, unclean his once white tee shirt a dingy gray as clings to his sweaty, 6’3 275lb frame. Steve might be a little out of shape right now, but Deanna keen eyes could see, it would only take Steve a little effort to get back into on duty ready shape. Deanna turn leaning on the only clean spot of the ugly yellow green counter top, as she face Steve studying him, his mind was a million miles away, as he stared down into his own reflection in the half empty coffee cup. At least he had slowed down his drinking, when she had first arrived a good half an hour ago, Steve had down two cups and nearly a whole bottle of Wild Turkey sat beside him. Though she had also notice the trash bin was spilling over out front with about a dozen empty ones.
Up on hearing and old pickup truck rattling down the long dusty driveway Deanna turn her thoughts away from Steve to see who was driving like a madman down the old pothole ridden driveway. The place was falling down around Steve’s ears. He inherit the place when his dear sweet old Gram had died, word around town was she was a mean old bat who hated everyone, she saw beneath her. Sad thing was she thought everyone was beneath her, everyone except little Stevie. At this thought Deanna creaks a small smile, the thought of Steve Goodwill’s being a wee little boy at one time, was hard to imagine, to her he had been bigger than life. But now he was small and hurting like a little boy. This thought grip her heart with pain the most, to see her boss the man who gave her a chance to prove herself, when no one else would, men Steve’s age and older did not care for a woman detective. Living all of their lives in this back wood cove, they believe a woman’s place was behind a man not beside him unless they were working the fields together.
Steve tighten his grip on the mug he could feel the anger growing inside him, rising to the top as the air around him,
dance with power she was here some place close by. The pickup truck outside slamming on the breaks kicking up a
storm of dust, the sound of doors being slam shut echoed out like gun shots. Snapping Steve out of his eye staring contest with his own image in the now luke warm cup of Wild Turkey. Steve rose up slowly as the footsteps from outside moved towards the front porch. But before Carl and Al could let the screen door bang open and shut Steve was out of his chair while brushing his fingers through his wild black hair. “Did you find her?” the look on his face was a mixture of hope and fear. Carl and Al only nodded the twins were dress all in black both sporting black trench coats Matrix style.
Carl smiles at his cousin “We sure as hell did she hiding at the old light house” Steve grins as he shoves his 6’3 frame away from the table and walks out of the kitchen into the darken living room Deanna just shakes her head as she hears Steve moving riffling around in the hallway closet, when she hears the sound of a gun being loaded she finds Steve walking out of the darkness with a box of bullets tuck up under his right arm while holding a penlight in his mouth as he loaded the old western style gun with old silver bullets. Deanna’s mouth went dry did they really believe Angela was a Vampire?
The wind picks up as the skies darken they needed to get in and out before the sun disappeared, Steve wasn’t about to wait for fairer weather fearing she would steal away on a boat and head out to sea and god knows where she would end up what other town she would slowly kill off. Steve head was still on the fact he had to kill his own wife as she was trying to feed up on their dog Andy. But he just pushes that image out of his head and that of his dead wife laying under the old barn missing her head. After all isn’t that what you did when you killed a Vampire cut off their head shove garlic in their mouths and leave a wooden stake in their hearts????? Steve slide into the driver’s seat of Deanna’s squad car she didn’t bother arguing with her boss only soundlessly sliding in the passenger seat beside him, she wasn’t sure how much of all this she truly believed but she was sure as shit Steve and his two cousins believed in Vampires and werewolves. Sighing she clips her seat belt on and hope when they got there she could reason with them before another innocent soul died.
They bounce along the old lighthouse road as they head towards the west racing towards the lighthouse as darkness fell down like rain blinding their way, Deanna reaches over and snaps on the wipers as Steve’s eyes are dead lock on the old lighthouse most of it rotting away hard to believe anyone with half a mind would be hiding in there or perhaps this was a trap, Deanna licks her lips “Sheriff are you sure they are not leading you into a trap?” Steve’s only answer was a killer stare as he quickly look at her then back towards the lighthouse “I would know if my cousins were not themselves Deanna” he growl was worst then a werewolf’s bite. Deanna just clutch the door handle harder she made a metal note to make sure none of them were guarding her back for all she knew this was a new rookie test they were taking her on. After all this was 2015 surely there are no such thing as supernatural beings right?
“Why drink coffee when whiskey will do” came Steve’s grumpy reply, when Deanna offered to make him a fresh pot of the morning kick starter, he called Black Joe. Deanna wrinkled up her nose, as she turn away from the small yellow and green Formica kitchen table that Steve was leaning upon, both hands tightly clutching his old coffee stain, the white one with 4 little puppies happy playing upon it, the cup was filled to the brim with Wild Turkey. How the hell can he even drink that gut rot so early in the morning was beyond her. Steve smelt like he hadn’t shower in a week, perhaps two even, for his old tan leather face, had at least two weeks growth of salt and pepper facial hair on it this morning.
Deanna sighs looking at the kitchen sink over flowing with dirty dishes, some flies were dancing upon something dark spilled upon the old Formica counter tops, and the coppery smell of it told her that it must be blood. So this was Steve Goodwill’s local sheriff once all around quarter for the Maine Black Bears. Now here he sits a broken man, unshaven, unclean his once white tee shirt a dingy gray as clings to his sweaty, 6’3 275lb frame. Steve might be a little out of shape right now, but Deanna keen eyes could see, it would only take Steve a little effort to get back into on duty ready shape. Deanna turn leaning on the only clean spot of the ugly yellow green counter top, as she face Steve studying him, his mind was a million miles away, as he stared down into his own reflection in the half empty coffee cup. At least he had slowed down his drinking, when she had first arrived a good half an hour ago, Steve had down two cups and nearly a whole bottle of Wild Turkey sat beside him. Though she had also notice the trash bin was spilling over out front with about a dozen empty ones.
Up on hearing and old pickup truck rattling down the long dusty driveway Deanna turn her thoughts away from Steve to see who was driving like a madman down the old pothole ridden driveway. The place was falling down around Steve’s ears. He inherit the place when his dear sweet old Gram had died, word around town was she was a mean old bat who hated everyone, she saw beneath her. Sad thing was she thought everyone was beneath her, everyone except little Stevie. At this thought Deanna creaks a small smile, the thought of Steve Goodwill’s being a wee little boy at one time, was hard to imagine, to her he had been bigger than life. But now he was small and hurting like a little boy. This thought grip her heart with pain the most, to see her boss the man who gave her a chance to prove herself, when no one else would, men Steve’s age and older did not care for a woman detective. Living all of their lives in this back wood cove, they believe a woman’s place was behind a man not beside him unless they were working the fields together.
Steve tighten his grip on the mug he could feel the anger growing inside him, rising to the top as the air around him,
dance with power she was here some place close by. The pickup truck outside slamming on the breaks kicking up a
storm of dust, the sound of doors being slam shut echoed out like gun shots. Snapping Steve out of his eye staring contest with his own image in the now luke warm cup of Wild Turkey. Steve rose up slowly as the footsteps from outside moved towards the front porch. But before Carl and Al could let the screen door bang open and shut Steve was out of his chair while brushing his fingers through his wild black hair. “Did you find her?” the look on his face was a mixture of hope and fear. Carl and Al only nodded the twins were dress all in black both sporting black trench coats Matrix style.
Carl smiles at his cousin “We sure as hell did she hiding at the old light house” Steve grins as he shoves his 6’3 frame away from the table and walks out of the kitchen into the darken living room Deanna just shakes her head as she hears Steve moving riffling around in the hallway closet, when she hears the sound of a gun being loaded she finds Steve walking out of the darkness with a box of bullets tuck up under his right arm while holding a penlight in his mouth as he loaded the old western style gun with old silver bullets. Deanna’s mouth went dry did they really believe Angela was a Vampire?
The wind picks up as the skies darken they needed to get in and out before the sun disappeared, Steve wasn’t about to wait for fairer weather fearing she would steal away on a boat and head out to sea and god knows where she would end up what other town she would slowly kill off. Steve head was still on the fact he had to kill his own wife as she was trying to feed up on their dog Andy. But he just pushes that image out of his head and that of his dead wife laying under the old barn missing her head. After all isn’t that what you did when you killed a Vampire cut off their head shove garlic in their mouths and leave a wooden stake in their hearts????? Steve slide into the driver’s seat of Deanna’s squad car she didn’t bother arguing with her boss only soundlessly sliding in the passenger seat beside him, she wasn’t sure how much of all this she truly believed but she was sure as shit Steve and his two cousins believed in Vampires and werewolves. Sighing she clips her seat belt on and hope when they got there she could reason with them before another innocent soul died.
They bounce along the old lighthouse road as they head towards the west racing towards the lighthouse as darkness fell down like rain blinding their way, Deanna reaches over and snaps on the wipers as Steve’s eyes are dead lock on the old lighthouse most of it rotting away hard to believe anyone with half a mind would be hiding in there or perhaps this was a trap, Deanna licks her lips “Sheriff are you sure they are not leading you into a trap?” Steve’s only answer was a killer stare as he quickly look at her then back towards the lighthouse “I would know if my cousins were not themselves Deanna” he growl was worst then a werewolf’s bite. Deanna just clutch the door handle harder she made a metal note to make sure none of them were guarding her back for all she knew this was a new rookie test they were taking her on. After all this was 2015 surely there are no such thing as supernatural beings right?
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