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It was october, again, and the monsters were on the loose. The woman on the cover of the newspaper had a poisonous smile. Everybody was talking about her kidnapping. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir 
"She's a witch. You know that, right? A famous medium." Lillie said, her voice tranquil, while she was working through the papers in the office. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
"I asked roasted beef for lunch, boss", Lillie continued. "We could use a client like her. They say she's very rich". #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
He knew. He saw her once, in a big fancy party of one of his clients. It was like she had a spell on everybody. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
They knocked the door. Lillie went to open, expecting the boy from the restaurant down but she couldn't hold a faint scream when she saw the headless black chicken. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
"Stay away from this", the note read. On the other side of the piece pf paper, the drawing of a drooling pitbull made clear who sent it. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
He remembered the dream. The woman, the witch, looked exhausted, in the middle of all that darkness. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
But when he got closer, she turned and her eyes, like stars, looked at him when she asked for help. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
"I can pay with the most precious. Wouldn't you want to talk to her, one last time?" There was determination in the kidnapped woman. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
The days kept flowing but, even when he had his mind busy in the many problems of his job, he couldn't stop thinking about the dream. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
And even though he knew it was nothing but a cruel joke from his own mind, a part of him wanted it to be true, a part of him wanted to take the case. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
Because he wanted to talk to her one last time, as the witch offered. To the woman he had loved the most, whose death sent him deep into the belly of the whale, that place of darkness he was still fighting to leave behind. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
Maybe it was because of that deep desire that he decided to investigate a bit, pull some strings. Or maybe it was because, somehow, the witch had a spell on him too. He started walking through the city of well guarded secrets. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
When he found out who were suspects of being involved in the kidnapping, he knew the clock was ticking fast for the witch. The Bonebreakers, that dark secret society of powerful men, were not known for being kind. #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
It was early in the morning when he was checking his last finds and trying to decide what to do. At eight, Lillie opened the door. She looked weak and tired. "Bad night, girl?", he asked her. "Nightmares with yesterday's chicken?". #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
"I dreamt about her, the witch." Lillie explained. "And she told me about a woman who lies in a tomb of angular blocks of black stone. A woman you've loved and tried to help, but who was killed by her husband in a supposed car accident". #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling
"I saw her. Even with the swollen wound of the impact in her forehead, she was beautiful.", Lillie continued. "Is any of this true, boss? You never told me about this." #Inktober #Inktober2018 #storytelling #noir
Tom felt his heart sink when he heard all that. He felt that his whole life could sink again like those days after the "accident", when he was so brokenhearted that he could only find consolation deep in the bottom of a whisky bottle. #Inktober #Inktober2018
"It's all true", he said, his scorched soul almost catching fire again. "Are you going to help her, then? The witch? She says she can talk to that woman, boss. As a payment for your services. She wanted me to tell you that very clearly." #Inktober #Inktober2018
"I will", Tom said, his voice sour with the memories of all that pain. "Every prison is breakable", he added. Even that prison where he was trying to keep his sad memories in. #Inktober #Inktober2018
The investigation drained the energy of both in the next days, but finally, Tom Black had a very clear lead about where they were keeping the witch. He didn't sleep that night and he couldn't wait for Lillie to arrive, so he can tell her. #Inktober #Inktober2018
Around eight, someone knocked the door. He went to open and found Lillie on the floor, unconscious and bleeding from a wound in her waist. "We told you to stay away. Now you will pay an expensive price.", the note read. #Inktober #Inktober2018
Life came back to him when Lillie opened her eyes, in the hospital bed. "You have to help her", she said, with a muddy voice. "The witch says she can talk to my dad too". #Inktober #Inktober2018
"You must chop this evil tree from its very root". Lillie said, but it wasn't her voice, neither her words. "Leave her", Tom ordered firmly to the witch, who was looking at him through Lillie's eyes. "I will help you". #Inktober #Inktober2018
"I'm sorry", it was still the voice of the witch, "but your pain is so thick that you wouldn't listen. You are a prickly man, Thomas Blacktree. But I trust you". #Inktober #Inktober2018
"What happened?" Lillie asked, when she opened her eyes a few minutes later. She looked pale and confused. Tom stretched his hand and touched her head in a kind but slightly clumsy show of affection. #Inktober #Inktober2018
A loud thunder rumbled outside. "Rest", he told her. "I'll be back as soon as I can". #Inktober #Inktober2018 #SorryNotSorry #RDR2
"It's a gift, right, boss? What the witch has". He looked again at her while he was opening the door of the hospital room. "A gift indeed", he said, while he was putting his hat on, avoiding Lillie's eyes. #Inktober #Inktober2018
"A gift and a curse", he thought, while he was rushing through the stairs, thinking about his own lost love. The biggest things in life always have this double nature, like the two sides of the most valuable coin. #Inktober #Inktober2018
Another thunder jolted the city when he reached the street. He felt the securing weight of his guns under his raincoat and started walking under the pouring rain. #Inktober #Inktober2018
In the hospital bed, Lillie dreamt again with the witch. She still looked tired and weak, but between the shadows that surrounded her, there was, suddenly, a slice of light. #Inktober #Inktober2018
