Detective Fiction Essay

Submitted By mellis1309
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“How did you say he died again?” Forctis Eaton asked from the floor where he was crouched next to the sallow corps in question. He gazed up at the man who stood in the small dark room, whose name it had never so much as crossed Eaton’s mind to ask, with his eyebrows puckered and pulled together into a frown and his jaw set in a way that made it appear far too angular to be natural. The man with the mystery name, was clearly startled by Eaton’s forward demeanour and chiselled face that reflected experiences and things seen far beyond his years, these made him appear older than he factually was. Not that anyone knew his age, or anything else about him for that matter. So startled by this in fact that it took him a full three minutes and twenty three and a half seconds, by Eaton’s count to respond. When his composure finally returned he replied simply, “I didn’t…” This clearly frustrated Eaton for reasons known solely to him as he took a deep breath and ran his hand through the dark and wild mane that he called his hair. His dark hair was a perfect juxtaposition to his pale skin, as was the dark shadow of stubble that clouded across his skin. He probably could have been considered handsome if it weren’t for his guarded persona and bitter cold wall that any approaching stranger, or even friend, ran straight into. He looked up through his thick black camel eyelashes at the man and through his gritted teeth and clenched jaw he managed to growl out with a glint in his unusually dark blue eyes that illuminated and highlighted the faint flick of green in his left eye, “Surely by account of the fact that I tried to acquire that information from you again, despite the fact it may not have been previously disclosed to me, it would be insinuated that the knowledge I seek is still required and thus you are being a hindrance to me rather than a help by stating the obvious, I suppose you do not know very much about me, however you will very quickly learn that I do not regularly deal in the obvious and-“ He stood up swiftly before continuing, his sculpted forearm muscles rippling as he did and strode towards the man whom was receiving this rather un-necessary scolding from Eaton, his walk the walk of a man with far bigger, more puzzling and absorbing things on his mind than the length of his stride or the weightiness of his footfalls. When he was less than 6 inches away from the man he drew himself up to his full height and tensed all his muscles so his presence was ever more intimidating and daunting. He looked the nameless man in the eyes, as he always did to anyone he talked to so he could see into their soul. See if they were scared, or brave, or anxious or anything else. Like lying. Then he continued his monologue in a lower, tenser tone, “I don’t like to be hindered by those whom desire my help. I am not a patient man, however neither am I a cruel man. I’m just a man who repels human nature and rejects human instinct. If you wish for me to assist you than I suggest you listen to this: the first thing you will learn from me is to speak only when spoken to, and when you speak please do so intelligently. If I wanted to waste my time educating fools, I would have become a teacher. Don’t annoy me.” Deciding that the man was sufficiently terrified, he turned away and began walking, before swiftly turning on his hill and flatly saying, “Name? “The man to whom he was addressing looked confused and stuttered out, “P-Pardon Sir?” Eaton rolled his eyes as he so often did and repeated in an agitated voice that he was struggling to keep steady, while mentally counting in his head to calm himself down. “Name, I said what your name is?” He snapped the last part and reprimanded himself by a firm pinch to his thigh by the hand he had buried deep in his pocket. After a moment, although it appeared an infinity to a man with far better things to be doing, such as Eaton, he replied in a small shaking voice barely audible, “P-Peter, My name is Peter, Peter…