Ain't No Rest For The Wicked [Prologue]
Title: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked [Prologue]
Author:
viva_la_cola
Pairings: Pierre/David, Pierre/OFC, unrequited David/Sebastien
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Cop!AU. When a body is found in a Montreal apartment block - the first high profile murder in the town for a while - Pierre Bouvier is tasked with finding the murderer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The title comes from the song of the same name by Cage The Elephant.
Warnings: Drug use, swearing, character death, violence, self harm, sex.
July 5th, 2004.
5:16 a.m.
Light from the street lamps below pierced the darkness like a knife. A few boy racer cars, their engines growling loudly, shot across town. The cacophony woke up an old woman who was sleeping in a third floor apartment. The noise quietened down as the cars sped away, and the woman tried to get back to sleep. But after much tossing and turning, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep.
The woman, her body frail with age, sat up and got her half-moon glasses from her bedside table. She wandered to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Sitting at the breakfast table, milk in hand, she watched the sun rise slowly over the skyline of Montreal.
It was then that she noticed something: a strange and putrid smell. The old lady wrinkled her nose. It smelt like something had died. She walked around her apartment, trying to find the source of the stench. But it wasn’t coming from her anywhere in her home.
She opened the front door of her apartment to the lit, plain hallway. The smell seemed to be coming from the room across the hall from her; the strange young man’s place. The woman wasn’t too surprised, he seemed to be a nutter anyway.
Gingerly, she put her hand on the handle. The apartment was unlocked. This was weird, because the guy always had his apartment door locked securely. She pushed the door open. As soon as she did, she was bombarded with more of that horrible smell. But she was too shocked by what she saw to care.
The man was lying face down on the floor. Crimson blood, pooling from underneath him, stained the blue carpet. The smell was coming from his lifeless, decaying body.
The elderly woman, frozen in shock, abruptly turned around, ran as fast as she could back to her apartment, and called the police.
A/N: Tell me what you think of this so far. It's a kind of murder-mystery story thing. Should I keep writing it?
Author:
viva_la_cola
Pairings: Pierre/David, Pierre/OFC, unrequited David/Sebastien
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Cop!AU. When a body is found in a Montreal apartment block - the first high profile murder in the town for a while - Pierre Bouvier is tasked with finding the murderer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The title comes from the song of the same name by Cage The Elephant.
Warnings: Drug use, swearing, character death, violence, self harm, sex.
July 5th, 2004.
5:16 a.m.
Light from the street lamps below pierced the darkness like a knife. A few boy racer cars, their engines growling loudly, shot across town. The cacophony woke up an old woman who was sleeping in a third floor apartment. The noise quietened down as the cars sped away, and the woman tried to get back to sleep. But after much tossing and turning, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep.
The woman, her body frail with age, sat up and got her half-moon glasses from her bedside table. She wandered to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Sitting at the breakfast table, milk in hand, she watched the sun rise slowly over the skyline of Montreal.
It was then that she noticed something: a strange and putrid smell. The old lady wrinkled her nose. It smelt like something had died. She walked around her apartment, trying to find the source of the stench. But it wasn’t coming from her anywhere in her home.
She opened the front door of her apartment to the lit, plain hallway. The smell seemed to be coming from the room across the hall from her; the strange young man’s place. The woman wasn’t too surprised, he seemed to be a nutter anyway.
Gingerly, she put her hand on the handle. The apartment was unlocked. This was weird, because the guy always had his apartment door locked securely. She pushed the door open. As soon as she did, she was bombarded with more of that horrible smell. But she was too shocked by what she saw to care.
The man was lying face down on the floor. Crimson blood, pooling from underneath him, stained the blue carpet. The smell was coming from his lifeless, decaying body.
The elderly woman, frozen in shock, abruptly turned around, ran as fast as she could back to her apartment, and called the police.
A/N: Tell me what you think of this so far. It's a kind of murder-mystery story thing. Should I keep writing it?