"Death By Sword"

Mangled toes had been turning up all over Manhattan, and the inhabitants were scared. Ten murders, in ten weeks, all committed by some lunatic with a sword, still nobody had a clue who this cold-blooded killer was. Sebastian A. Market had always loved Manhattan with its grey tones and starless raining night sky, which never seemed to quit dripping, there was a disgustingly dead smell to the town. It was a place where he felt confident. He was 6’- 1” or 2”, carrying about 210 lbs, a gangly sort of cat with light brown colored eyes, it was sometimes said you may see them as hazel in color, but that always depended on his mood, his dark brown hair always neatly combed. His friends saw him as a oozing, disgustingly do-gooder, and one that could not be turned no matter how much cabbage was thrown his way. Once, he had even helped an injured bird, from a cat’s intent to eat it. That’s the sort of man he was, stable, courageous, his favorite drink was a warmed brandy. Sebastian, who was called Sam, or Seb, by those few friends he had, walked over to the window in his second floor office, staring out into the night, he reflected on his cold surroundings. The rain was hammering down like scattering rats in an attic. His eyes were nailed to the half flooded street below; that was when he saw something off in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kathrine Smyth; she was a slender angel and tall not even needing those stilettos heels she was walking in. Sebastian gulped in an almost choking manner, taking another drink of his glass of brandy. He was not prepared for this skirt when she walked into his life. Ms. Kathrine Smyth was a drop dead gorgeous doll, meaning she was stunning, he knew it was all over when he heard her footsteps enter his office. Soon as the office door swung open and her sweet perfume slapped him back to life, back into reality; he woke from his half state of sleep when his office door was closed. You see, he’d been up the whole night before on a cold case, and he thought a few minutes of shut eye, was just what the doc had ordered. All it took was a single glance from under the brim of his hat, and he was struck by cupid’s arrow for this Ginger. Sebastian had a fondness for a lovely set of long legs, and at the first sight of her silken covered gams, he knew he was in love; funny how he still hadn’t seen the rest of this lady’s package. He didn’t know it yet, but she’d be the only one who could stop the predatory killer that was on the loose.

Her voice was as sweet as a song bird; she spoke, asking if he was Detective Sebastian A. Market. She then took a seat on one of his office’s chairs, directly across from his line of sight, removing her fur stow which was so lazily draped over one of her shoulders. She then told him that she was Kathrine Smyth; opening her small hand clutch she pulled out a thin silver tone cigarette case, with a matching lighter which she sparked up a flame holding it up to the tip of that thin gasper to light it. Kathrine slowly crossed her legs allowing the slit along the left side of her skirt to reveal her thigh high stockings. He knew right there, she was the kind of dame, that would help him overcome his Vaseline addiction.