Nickolace stepped warily up the slippery stairway leading to the home of the current murder suspect, Mr. Trevor Myley. The Kitten he had brought along was sitting pleased on his shoulder. "well, this is it." He knocked several times loudly on the mold green door, waiting for any response from inside the home. "Who Be it?" Nickolace jumped with a start, shaking his head to gain his composure, "Federal Agent, open now!" the door creaked open, Revealing a dimly lit hallway, with a stout, agitated looking man tapping his foot impatiently in the doorway, "What you be needing Outsider?" Nickolace walked into the home, glancing around at the peeling walls and deteriorating photographs hanging from them, the kitten leapt from his shoulders " I be Needing.....sigh, I mean I'm Needing Information on Trevor Myley, do you know if he's here?" the man shook his head, shutting the door behind him, making sure to bolt it shut yet again. "Outsider..." "Agent, Please." "Agent, Trevor wus cleared 'o eny charges not more than a day ago." Nickolace hummed to himself, glancing at a half opened door up the hallway a bit from where he stood, "Yes, I Understand that, By your Local authorities, not the Federal Government." "why you outsiders think its necessary to bother with our buisness is anyone's guess." Nickolace heard a creak from the room the door led to, and what sounded like heavy breathing. "Sir if you are harboring Trevor, or in any way hiding him from me, I will hold you for Obstruction of Justice and Slowing my Investigation." a Crash of broken glass emitted from the room, Nickolace rushing to it wil pistol drawn. He shoved the door open and scanned the room, and spotted Trevor's hand slipping away from the Window's ledge. "Son of a...." Nickolace rushed back into the hallway and shoved the man aside, unbolting the door and scanning the wet darkness of the street, a figure shrouded in rain and mist running along a back alley. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, all the while shouting, "Halt, Federal Agent!" and waving his gun in the air. 'I must look like a damn fool' he thought to himself, skidding to a stop at an intersection of four alleys as Trevor turned right down one ahead of him. "so Mr. Trevor likes to run eh?" He turned down the alley to his left, listening to the quiet for any indication of Trevor's location. As he left the Alley, he slid down the slick sidewalk to the alley Trevor had been running down, noticing him scaling a fire Escape. "Trevor, Stop, in the Name of the law!" Trevor Diddnt heed his call and continued to climb, followed by an out of breath Nickolace who barely managed to climb the first ladder. as Trevor continued up he grabbed a potted plant and tossed it down at a gaining Nickolace, who shielded his face and took aim, "Trevor, Freeze or I'll Shoot!" Trevor scooped up a second and raised it to toss, "I warned you!" Nickolace fired a single shot, it hissed through the air and clipped his assailant in the wrist. Trevor dropped the plant and continued his ascent. "DAMNIT, STOP!" He rushed up the next flight of metal grate steps to see Trevor Reach and climb over the very top of the building. As he reached the top himself he stood up completely, bringing his revolver to up to the standard eye level. the Roof top was barren, for the exception of a few steam pipes and a utility shed near a drowned roof top garden. He rolled himself over the top, quickly re-gaining his footing and searching the dim roof for any sign of the slippery Mr. Trevor. His chest heaved heavily as he nervously walked toward the utility shed standing in the pelting rain, the door smashed in. "Trevor Myley, you are under suspicion of Murder, and since you thought it necessary to run from and Assault an agent, you are now Under Arrest for Assault and Attempted Murder of a Law Enforcement official." He took a few steps toward the yawning darkness of the shed, "Trevor!?" Suddenly a Bleeding and half crazed Trevor leapt from the shed, wielding a gardening hoe as a makeshift weapon. Nickolace ducked under and rose sharply to flip Trevor over him, landing with a loud thud on the slick cement roof. Nickolace spun and rushed Trevor before he could gain his composure, "you are under arrest!" as he handcuffed his suspect, a woman came out of the roof doorway and shouted over the increasing rain, "What in God's name is all this noise!?" Nickolace was making Trevor stand, who growled and lunged at him like an animal, Nickolace looked at the woman, as did the Bleeding Trevor, "....nevermind, Damn Strangers."
Later at the Police station Nickolace was leaning on a stool next to a damp cell that the Bandaged Trevor was spending the night in. "Trevor, Ive gone through alot of trouble to bring you in here, by the way you must like that cell seeing youve been here twice." Trevor leaned in a corner of the cell hugging his arms, his bandaged hand and wrist bent back in a crippled claw. "S..s...stranger, y..y..you ought not to ave come 'ere." Nickolace looked at trevor with a raised eyebrow, "is that a threat?" Trevor shook his head, his entire body seemed to shake with his next words, "they'll get me.....just for even tawkin tae ya now, they'll get me, then you, then anyone else ho comes after ye." "Well, I dont take kindly to threats, and besides, if any trouble comes my way, I'll just take them down as I did you." Trevor shook his head, hiding his face with his hands, muttering something under his breath. "Trevor, if your saying something that could help in my investigation, I would like to hear it." Trevor repeated the phrase over and over, increasing in volume and ferocity with each utterance, "Trevor, whats wrong with you?" Suddenly he leapt upon the bars, a loud crunching noise echoing through the quiet holding area, his arms groping and reaching for Nickolace, "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!" As he screamed the phrase over and over, spittle flying from his cut lips, Nickolace leaned against a wall, his eyes wide in fear, the Local Officer rushed in carrying a Baton, "Wut in de world es goin on in 'ere?" "this Man should be commited to the Arkham Asylum!" The officer's eyes widened as he heard the phrase, "You couldnt stay quiet, could you Trevor" Nickolace was about to ask what he meant when Trevor's attempts at grabbing him ceased, he slumped tiredly against the bars of the cell, and Began to Laugh quietly to himself. "you want to know what I was saying Agent?" the Officer swung his Baton hard against the limp arm of the prisoner, which retracted in pain as he slumped to the floor, "Agent, I Think you should leave." the Officer pulled Nickolace along, towards the door, "AGENT, IN HIS HOUSE AT R'LYEH DEAD CTHULHU WAITS DREAMING!!" the Officer's grip tightened as Trevor finished his words, "Get your hands off me!" Nickolace shoved the officer aside and straightened out his jacket, "I'll be recommending his movement to Arkham, and Dont ever touch me again." Nickolace shook his head and walked back towards the Station Entrance, remembering the directions to the Local inn, and the phrase the mad man had shouted at him. as he Exited the Kitten mewed sadly from behind him, "come on." He scooped the kitten up and walked back out, the Officer shutting the door behind him.
Trevor lay on the floor of his cell, smiling happily to himself, "Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, such a beautiful word!" the Officer walked in Grim Faced, "So Sad a ting such 'as this, dat aye youngin should keel 'imself in the middle 'o the night." Trevor laughed as he Unlocked the cell, knife drawn, "Yes, Dreaming, Soon I will be too!"
Nickolace checked in to his room and collapsed on the dusty bed he was given, "well, Tomorrow will be a better day, I hope." the Kitten curled up on his stomach, purring soothingly. Nickolace yawned and blew the candles next to his bed out, the smoke whisps trailing towards the moonlit window, the Phrase the Prisoner had shouted resonating in his mind.
(meh, in a bit of a rush, but yeah
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