Episode 10 Continued - It's time.
"So, what do want now?" I said as I sat at the head of the dining table, watching a tall man with strong features enter the room. "Mister...."
"Davenpot," he said kindly as Sebastian pushed open a chair for him, and he finally settled down onto it. "Carmen Davenpot."
That's an awfully woman-like name, but who am I to judge?
I just smiled and clasped my fingers together, setting my cheek atop of them seconds later. "Alright, Mister Davenpot. Do you care to explain why you entered my mansion at this time?"
"Oh, uh... did you hear about the incident?" he said, scratching the back of his head.
I glanced over at Sebastian as he looked at me, and we both looked back to the man. "Which incident, Mister Davenpot?" I said then.
He gazed up then, shock tumbling through his expression and I watched his face pale slightly. "Uhm... there's only one."
I just smiled. "Sebastian, go get our dinner. I'm starving."
He just bowed before me. "Indeed, my young lord." And he walked out from the room.
"The attack on the factory happened so late that night," Davenpot said, scooting his chair in further. "It seems as if the police got suspicious because they suspect—"
"Foul play?" I cut in.
He gazed over at me then, still looking a but uneasy. "Why, yes, my lord. How did you know?"
Sebastian came in the room then, rolling a cart in with freshly grilled steaks and a cleanly chopped salad.
I smiled then. "I know everything, Mister Davenpot."
He just swallowed something hard.
"Case number 1022," I said then, lashes lowering as I recited it, "'Fire attack on building 10465 on Kalle Street. Sources and witnesses say it was an accidental fire caused by one of the machineries, but evidence suggests otherwise.'"
Davenpot's brows drew together.
"Evidence of arson was found," I stated then, smiling a little still. "Whoever they were, they were bad at cleaning up after themselves. Because they were most probably new to this crime. Not only was there evidence of arson, but there were also several dead bodies in that factory—burnt to a crisp—which clearly suggests that this was someone covering up a murder."
Davenpot just glanced up at Sebastian as he set his dinner in front of him, and Sebastian gazed down at him for one second before smiling. "Enjoy."
He then walked off to place the second plate in front of me and stood beside my chair like a protective falcon.
"How did you know all that?" Davenpot said then, gazing over at me. "The police never mentioned that, my lord."
I just giggled. "Aren't you silly? Have you forgotten that I am the police? In a sense, of course."
He just gazed down at his food and started cutting into it, and I watched him in amusement.
"Not only did it suggest murder," I continued, "but the killer clearly knew the correct technique of elimination. Because the fire would damage all DNA and dental records from the victims, making them unidentifiable." My lashes lowered. "Let alone the fact that the arson evidence wasn't your typical arson evidence."
He gazed up after chewing a piece of steak. "What do you mean?"
"Usually when the police find evidence of arson, they find powder of some sort, or the stench of alcohol and gasoline, but alas... no. No, they found no such thing. What they found," my eyes grew darker, "napalm."
He continued cutting into his steak, looking down to what he was doing.
"Napalm is an odd substance, indeed," I said then, setting my cheek in my hand. "Very odd. It's a type of jelly that is entirely flammable but was commonly used in war. Especially World War II where they used it to make bombs and weapons, then moved onto be the source for the fire in a flamethrower. Alas, napalm when hot is especially dangerous for human skin. It's not just death," I tipped my head to the side, "it's torture."
He gazed up then, setting his fork aside. "My lord... forgive me for impeding, but what is your point?"
I kept the smile. "That factory isn't for making toys, is it, Mister Davenpot?"
He gazed up then, eyes darkening as a small bead of sweat slid down his temple. "What are you suggesting?"
I smirked then, chuckling a little. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out that my toy factory was sold to another cause?"
His position immediately faltered in concern.
"And, no," I said, smile widening, "not to a good one, is it, Mister Davenpot?"
"My lord," he said then, eyes glowing in anger, "forgive my tone, but I am the manager of that factory! I still am which means it wasn't sold!"
"Ah, you see, that wasn't my point." I watched him in amusement. "I was saying that you gave up making toys and decided to run your own little business. A business for the Italian Mafia?"
He froze, entire form stilling.
"I was right," I said then, closing my eyes with a smile. "I don't think this was an arson attempt, Mister Davenpot." I gazed up then. "The mafia was using that factory as a warehouse and a torture chamber. That explains the Napalm, doesn't it?"
He lowered his head, teeth gritting.
"The Napalm was used as a torture technique," I continued then, "from old times and now times. Just spread the jelly on someone's bare chest, heat up an iron rod and set it on the Napalm. And then comes intensive pain. Perfect technique, if you ask me." I gazed up then. "Alas... there was more than enough Napalm in there to cause a fire, let alone an explosion. Because that's where you held it. As a warehouse."
He gazed up then, eyes glowing in anger. "How could you think such a thing! What would I get out of this, huh?! And why the hell wouldn't the mafia take my position?!"
"I would be careful with your tone, Mister Davenpot," I said sternly, making his eyes grow angrier. "I am not one who likes being yelled at."
"I repeat my question," he said then, voice lower but somehow more menacing, "why wouldn't the mafia take my position?"
"Why don't you tell me?" I said then, lashes lowering. "Maybe you're a part of it. Maybe it's money you're after. Maybe it's because they know if one of them became a manager and you went missing, I would grow suspicious and shut down their privileges." My eyes glowed. "How about the last two? What do you think? They're paying you to stay silent, but also letting you stay in charge so I wouldn't grow suspicious. But little did you know I suspected you for quite some time now."
"If that were true," he said then grinding his teeth in anger, "then why haven't you confronted me until now."
I gazed up at him then. "When one master's a game of chess, they must know and accept patience. They wait for the enemy to make a move first before we make the other."
His lashes lowered. "This is preposterous. I would never sell my factory for such a thing."
"Ah," I said then, giggling, "humans and their intense need to lie. How very unbecoming of us, don't you agree, Sebastian?"
He smiled from beside me. "Yes, my young lord."
Mister Davenpot just glared sharply.
"So," I said then, lowering my head to gaze sharply at him, "now that your 'I'm a shy and nervous little boy' act is up. Why don't you tell me why you're really here?"
"You, stupid bitch," he snapped then, making my brows arch. "You seriously think I came to succumb to your little child's play? No, I'm not stupid like you."
I kept my brows arched. "Are you insulting me? How very idiotic of you."
He glared sharply. "As said before! I didn't come here for your child's play! I came here to watch you DIE!" He shot up from his seat then. "Now! KILL HER!"
The room immediately silenced, and Sebastian and I remained in our positions.
Nothing happened.
He froze then, glancing around when everything remained the same, and he looked back at us. "What...?"
Sebastian just chuckled, covering his mouth lightly.
"What?!" Davenpot said then, getting frantic. "What's happening?!"
Sebastian gazed up then, pushing his hand into his pocket and pulling out handful of bullets. "I'm sorry, Mister Davenpot. But it seems as if you just missed them. I got you a nice souvenir from your loyalty to them, though." He then stepped over to him and dropped all bullets onto the table, and I smiled when I watched Davenpot's face whiten in horror.
"How...?" he said quietly. "How did you?"
"They arrived earlier today," Sebastian said then, smiling a little. "I saw them moving about the forest and sought fit to rid of the pests."
He gazed up at Sebastian then, taking a step back. "But... no... there were tons of them. There were hundreds of them?"
"A million people isn't enough to stop Sebastian from killing them all," I stated then, chuckling low.
Davenpot just gazed up at Sebastian, breaths straining. "How could you...? What did you do with them?"
My smiled widened. "How do you like the steak, Mister Davenpot?"
He looked confused for a moment, and then it hit him.
His entire being paled, and he took a step back, covering his mouth with a hand. "No."
I just kept the smile.
He breathed shakily. "But you... never took a bite!"
I laughed. "I don't think human meat is really my forte, sir. It's very thick and chunky. Not to my liking. Unlike you who ate it like a starving boar."
"Your friends are now your food," Sebastian answered darkly. "Now that's something I'd like to see more often."
"But how could you?" he said, voice shaking. "You're monsters! What are you people?!"
I giggled a little. "I'm sorry, Mister Davenpot, but my butler here is very hungry. He hasn't had a sour soul in quite some time, and he's been waiting for a while to eat one."
Davenpot gazed up at Sebastian in horror. "What...?"
"That's very generous of you, my lord. I am very hungry." Sebastian smiled and ran his tongue along his top teeth, eyes glowing a bright red. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick, Mister Davenpot. I am starving, after all."
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