The Devil’s Prodigy: The Prodigy Is Born

The sounds of sirens and revving of car
Engines fill in the air of Rosemead.
Rosemead was once a town noticed for it’s
Bravery and it’s strength, but not today.
It is now on a distinctly and more
Nefarious page. The police gathered
All around the now lifeless form before
Them. It seemed to be yet another case
Of decimation that they gazed upon.
Carefully one of them felt for a pulse.
“Nothing Sir”, replied a short, pudgy cop.
“I didn’t think so. Where’s Jones the Guard gone too?”
Pudgy-Cop pointed towards the other
Hoard of police gathered in another
Corner of the carefully drawn yellow
Tape. There stood a man with a long, black coat.
“Jones the Guard, what do you make of this scene?”
He stood in silence as if he never
Heard these words. “Well ? What do you say?”
The man sighed and rubbed his unshaven
Face and replied simply with, “ Why Jones the Guard?”
Sir stood bemused by this. “What do you mean?”
“My name IS Miko Jones. Why say ‘The Guard’?”,
Replied Jones. Sir nodded, “Jones, Jones.
You are my best shadow-man. You help save
More lives than all my officers as one.”
Jones the Guard chuckled, “Whatever you say Sir.”
“Right , so Jones the Guard , tell me all of your
Assessments.” Jones the Guard got to his knees.
He observed the sharp, red knife on the floor.
“This is the same guy isn’t it? The Night-Stalker.”
He pulled out a camera from his coat
Pocket and took a photo of the knife.
“I think it could be Jones. The victim was
A woman.” Jones the Guard looked up at Sir.
“I’ll have to watch around for this guy.
I’m sure I can sniff him out if I watch.”
The traffic began to get louder as
The civilians grew impatient and
Tired with the police and their secrecy.
“I’ll see you at the station later Jones.”,
Said Sir, “This mess needs to be cleaned up fast
Before anyone can get high wind of it.”
Jones the Guard waved and continued to look
Around at the scene. Knowing that this would
Be his best and hardest case yet, he got
His camera and walked quickly to the
Gray, limp mass that once was Jenny Vincow.
She looked old , maybe in her seventies.
“Poor hag.”, he thought to himself. He took his
Pictures of her tense face and blood ridden
Clothes and walked cautiously out of the area.
As he passed through the many blocks, he viewed
His pictures and tried to imagine why
A man would go through all the trouble of
Killing one woman in the first place. A
Sudden clasp of thunder and lightning rung
Through his ears. “Great...rain.”, he sighed. “Least the body
Will be cleaned a little.” He pulled up his coat.
As Jones the Guard walked onward, he heard a noise.
It wasn’t thunder but a loud, obnoxious laugh.
He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around
To look down the face of a dark alley,
Whose light at the end held within it a
Shadow. Curiously he turned from his planned
Path and walked down the hall. The laughter grew
Louder and Jones grew more suspicious of
The sight before him. As he got closer,
The figure seemed to be struggling and writhing.
Finally he got to the corner and
Merely a sliver of the wall shielded
Him from the eyes of this new character.
“Haha...those...fowl men. How dare they try to
Save a pitiful old woman like that.
Satan will deal with them for trying to
Undo his deeds.” At this Jones the Guard came
From behind his blockade and confronted
The figure. “What do you know hag?”, he yelled.
Startled, what looked to be a woman, turned
To face him. “Who a-are you?”, she asked him.
“That’s not important. I want to know what
And whom your talking about.” She gave a
Look of worry. “I speak of only my god, Satan.”
Jones the Guard gave a shiver. “Well ma’am,
I could not help but over hear your talking
About the boys in blue. And I’m almost certain
They were not trying to save a woman
Whom the devil killed.” She gave a shudder.
Jones the Guard approached her and asked her why.
She merely looked away. He asked her for
Her name and she turned to face him again.
She backed him into the light. Here he saw
Her features. She seemed tired and without
A shower for days. To his disgust, she
Reached for his shoulder. Her brown eyes stained with
Fury and stress. In a low whisper she
Replied, “ I am of the underworld. I
Will only be happy when I am dead
And with he who is my leader and he
Who is my savior. It is he that
Brought me to hell....the warmth I had never
Held before. I am Doreen the Deranged.
Leave this place. You may want to sleep this night
Away. ” With this there was a shriek in the
Distance. Jones the Guard turned to see where it
Came from. “Good night Mr. False guardian.”,
Said Doreen the Deranged. He watched her go.
After few moments of worry he ran to
The place where he assumed the screams arose.
He looked to his left and saw a door creak
Open with the wind. As he walked towards
The door, he looked up only to notice
A limp hand hanging from the window. Jones
The Guard hurried his movement. Inside the
Small apartment it was very dark and
Everything seemed in order but he knew a
Bit better. Thunder clapped and lightning gave
Him way. He slowly pulled his gun from his
Waist and walked towards the stairs. He heard no
Movement above. At his ascend to the
Top of the stairs he cautiously looked close
Over the wall as moments before. He
Saw no movement nor sign of life. “Great.”, he
Thought. Quietly he walked down the dark wood floor,
Looking carefully in every room. He
Reached the room he had seen even before
His entrance. There sat a woman limp on
The floor. Her face still very colored but
Very misshapen. Her neck was slashed and
Her clothes ripped. Jones approached her. “So you have
Come to help? Too late! Satan has asked me
To do his bidding and I have!” Jones spun
Around to see a man run from the room.
Quickly he got up to chase the man and
Shot at him. He was downstairs now. The front
Door was closed and he stood in the dark. He
Stayed by the stairs where he had walls on both
Sides. “ Come out Night-Stalker! Let me show you
What hell really is.”, yelled Jones the Guard. Glass
Broke to his left and he watched as the Night-
Stalker ran through the shards and out to the
Streets. He shot and ran through the door way. He
Was gone. Jones cussed several times and went
On continuing to look around. He
Walked back into the house and went back to
The room where the poor girl lay. He chose that
He’d rather not view her and looked around.
His eyes narrowed when he faced the mirror.
He approached it and realized that what
He had thought was blood was actually red lip-
Stick. Drawn in it was a devilish sign ,
The satanic pentagram. He sighed and
Said, “Freaking satanist’s.” He took a quick
Picture of it and the scene. The lipstick
Seemed to be on the girl as well.
“I was only a few minutes late....why...”