|Suicide Guardian|

Chapter Four
I had just sat down in the large leather chair when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I could tell by the black and white nail polish who it was. Mohix, but everyone calls her Mo. She's the female Homicide Guardian. Why was she killed? For being a lesbian.

"Hey Mare," Mo said, sliding around the chair, "How was the Tri-Meet?"

"Crappy, as usual. They looked so scared, so innocent. One girl shot herself, another drowned, and the third, strangled," I sighed and looked away from her captivating green blue eyes, "This job never gets any easier, does it?"

Silence confirmed that, no, it never does. Mo had been on the job two years before me. I remember reading about her death in the paper. Made near national news. '6 Murdered Due To Sexuality' was the headline for the article. I didn't read much, just glanced at it and the pictures of the victims. It was her eyes that caught my attention, both times. One green and one blue framed by blackish-brownish-reddish hair that hung in light ringlets around her face. Her eyes seem to smile at you, pulling you into them. I would catch myself staring at the article that I had cut out, her picture included.

"I have to go log it," I sighed wistfully, getting up, "You can come if-"

I was cut off by a sharp buzzing sound coming from Mo's pocket. Another meeting. She looked at me, her eyes saying 'I'm sorry'. I gave her a hug and a quick kiss and watched her disappear from my arms. Life as a Guardian never rests.

I filled out three logs, one for each suicide, and turned them in. I was going to dinner when my box buzzed. I sighed, turned around and asked for my assignment at the log desk. When they handed it to me, I read through the details,  like normal. I will say though the assistant was shocked when I nearly fell over and had to catch myself on the counter.

[One fave so far on the last one. But I had already typed this (and chapter 5) up, so I decided to post them. Thanks for reading if you are.]