The Auras

The door was open and the murderer long lost in the frosty winter night. The phone call had changed much of her life, probably much more than what she can ever bring back, for she was left standing as still as still in front of her best friend. She could not look up at him anymore- he was down and the trails of blood from his body had pierced through her with a flashback of memories which maimed her of the existence of time itself. As she fell to her knees, her eyes was caught in the knife that was filled with blood. She could have never imagined that someday she would face this, but the address had matched to her worst fears and all that awaited was the decision Elizabeth would take now, being a best friend and detective.

Elizabeth did not enter the house. She walked back towards the gate. She did not cry- probably that would have been quite a mere emotion; she could laugh that away now. As the footsteps fastened finally ending with the sound of the car engine, her friends helplessly watched her leave into the dark. She speeded away towards the highway and was driving faster than ever- into what? She did not know, for now she did not fear anything. Suddenly out of a phantasmagoria of dreams, she remembered him saying "Life brings you to dead ends? Don't they? Just look for the light- they always await you in this darkness, because you are their only reason to exist". She was thrown back into the present and her phantasm broke as she stopped the car for a moment. She looked around her and to her left she found the whole city filled with its lights. She felt a strange power in the voices in her mind and without delay, she drove her car towards the city.

She looked at the seat beside her- it was empty. Once she had felt that God had sent him as the only gift to compensate for the injustice she faced in her life, but now God seemed to have taken him back from that seat. She looked ahead and the city lights were getting closer and finally she reached. Elizabeth parked her car in the side of a street. She could not use her mind the way she did in the past and she looked around. What she was searching for, she didn’t know in the hallucinations of the dazzling city, and another memory spoke to her, “...and when you have got a thousand ways, look straight and choose the one that looks…” - the voice was lost as her eyes had rested on a hotel in front of her, straight at the ending of the road.

She knew, what she had to look for now and she asked for the records of the hotel in the last two hours. Strangely, she found only one room empty in the past two hours, which had checked in a few minutes back. Room 11 it was. No clues, no forethoughts and she simply walked towards the room.

"Room 11" it read but the door was not locked. She slowly pushed it open to find nothing but complete darkness. Taking out her gun, she got in and within seconds, a knife whizzed pass her hand, hurting it and hit the wall beside her. The gun fell from her hand in pain; it was bleeding. In the light that came through the door, she saw the knife. She was shocked- it was the same that she had found beside her friend. With hurry, she closed the door as she knew, a little light can end the whole show. "Why did you?", Elizabeth asked passively. The person in the dark spoke, "You forgot me? As of now you should be knowing that it was me who killed him. I don't kill without a reason as you already proved in your last case detective. Your friend ruined me and my talent and you brought down my circus but I have nothing more to lose now". "Neither do I", Elizabeth replied with a sigh. She knew she had hardly any chance against his practised hands. Elizabeth and her friend had exposed this person to be a murderer in their last case which had led his circus to end. As her thoughts hovered in her last case, yet another memory brought her friend back. She remembered him saying, "a blind man looks through his ears; but its finally the brain, which you have much more than your enemies Elizabeth". She picked the gun in her left hand and opened her shoes and threw one towards the other side. It was quickly followed by a deafening sound of knife hitting the wall. This was her chance and she tiptoed towards a side of the room from where she could have a clear shot. He had fallen a victim to his own trap as he tried to get down to check if she was dead and a scintillia of light from his torch provided Elizabeth a clear shot. The gunfire broke the silence and as he cried loud, the torch fell to the ground aiming right at her. She was caught in the light. She jumped to the ground and was saved from the knife. She hit the torch with a gun shot and everything was dark again. He was alive. She knew he won't risk the light as she would be better off in it with her gun. "Look for the light Elizabeth. Don't let darkness arise a sciamachy within you" - the thought as vivid as the darkness itself, passed off soon like a evanescent dream and her eyes saw the blurred lines of the moonlight in the balcony. She gave a little smile and threw another shoe towards the balcony. She did not have to wait long for the knife and her chatoyant eyes saw which direction it came from. She shot towards the penumbra and in the second shot, she heard his cry followed by the sound of knives dropping on the floor. She risked the light now and when she switched it on she saw him dead.

She switched it off again and retreated to the balcony. Sitting in the darkness, she looked towards the full moon and the night sky- it was over once more and it seemed to her that twenty years was locked in these few minutes. The first snow of the winter fell on her as she prepared for the winter night. The guiding angel was resting beheld in the auras and as she shed a tear in the rhapsody, she heard him say like the hundred times before, "what are you crying for? You know I'm there".