FIVE DEAD PARROTS & A HOSTILE WITNESS
Because of all the goings on, we were unable to follow Lauren on her Sunday walk, but she has just gotten home, today is Thursday, January 23, 2003 and she is not happy, and she is not happy because she just stepped on a pretty, green parrot, which allowed her to ungracefully pirouette and supinare. Not necessarily with intent to blame, she immediately suspected Loki and searched for him while she ungracefully got up, and there he was, sitting on the couch, not saying a word, not looking like “hello mom and I so happy you are home,” it was more clear from that look that Loki was pleased that he looked so different from Lauren that there was no way that they could be remotely related, evolution could in no way make such a clear division from same origins, and now Loki was also looking as if he were condescendingly saying, “Lauren why are you falling all over yourself like that for.” Only it was doubtful that Loki had ever bothered to learn Lauren’s name. The one thing that was obvious was that Loki did not feel guilty about the dead little green bird, and so he, after acknowledging Lauren’s fall, merely closed his eyes as if really needing a nap after watching such a ridiculous suited woman pirouetting.
Lauren gave Loki the dirties look, made some kind of heavy breathing insinuation, and then proceeded to take her low profile medium heel shoes off, and to the bedroom she went. Walking through the door, she immediately stumbled upon four parrots, one was darkest yellow, one was to the extreme red, another blue with oranges hues, and the most precious was vivid, but vivid violet. Lauren’s eyes widened for the parrots all had one thing in common, they were all dead and suffering from a bad case of ruffled feathers.
Lauren made a lip face that wrinkled and frowned and walked into the living room, Loki opened his eyes, she managed to grab his tail before he sped off uttering a meow, which is probably best left without translation here because we don’t want to piss off the bitch anymore than she already is. Lauren sat on the couch, searching inwardly for some coherent picture of the day’s events; imagine migrating parrots, swoop down for a quick meal, they mistake an open window for a passage to another dimension, they end up in front of Loki cat, he intuitively senses that he has to play with them and so just having fun kills them. When they stop moving he jumps on the couch and goes to sleep. Seems like a fair police assessment of the situation, only Lauren begins to raise her head to review what she obviously already knows, all the windows are closed. Now she has lived in this apartment for over eight years, and she doesn’t have a chimney but she checks again anyway, and reconfirms the lack of a chimney. She then walks around the place looking for more dead parrots, perhaps suspecting some kind of a merciless massacre. But fortunately she doesn’t find any more, the phone rings, rings, it takes a while for her to acknowledge that the phone is ringing, she picks it up, the voice on the other side is none other than Habakkuk’s.
“God damn it, where have you been! Where are you?!” frustration all over, her hands running through her body as if trying to find an itch to scratch or a tumor or something, “how could your leave me like that…” Habakkuk is not a fast talker, he is generally in a good mood and infinitely patient, and so he doesn’t absorb all the tension that is being unleashed his way, “Lauren I had to review the Akashic archives to make sure we were on the prophetic right track, and I am afraid that we are.” Lauren is used to Habakkuk talking senselessness and so she doesn’t bother to try to understand the implications of his comment, instead, she tries to normalize the conversation to reacquaint herself with her friend that is now adding comfort to her life, so sort of giggling, “Its so good to hear your voice; I just got home and found dead parrots all over the place, my cat must a had a hedonistic day.” But Habakkuk’s calm voice ceases to be calm, “Lauren…” sternly toned, “Lauren did you say you found dead parrots?” “Yes.” “What colors and how many?” Lauren has paused her conversation, her fingers are touching her lips while her eyes are quixotically trying to grasp something, “Lauren, what colors? what colors? Lauren, and how many? tell me now!” Yes, this is your psychical advisor on the other end of the toll line, “one is green, one is yellow, another blue with orange, another red…” pause “…and one violet…” silence, she is counting, Habakkuk is somehow aware of it, “…five, five parrots total, and they are all dead.” Pause, even Habakkuk is actively silent, “What does this mean Habakkuk?” He replies without an apparent desire to do so, “Lauren, they were trying to tell you something, they had come to tell you something, maybe they didn’t know that you had a cat, or I fear worse, someone didn’t want them to talk to you.” Without waiting for a reply, Habakkuk continued, “Lauren stay there, stay there, don’t move, I am coming over be there within twenty minutes.”
Lauren stayed in place for twenty minutes, she could have been a patient in a mental institution with no mirrors, she did not know that she was standing there, she could not see or feel herself standing there, and she didn’t move nor hang up the phone, till the door bell ribbetted her ear drums. She recovered immediately and was wide awake and opened the door only to assume another shock full face. “What happened to you! What, what are those bumps all over you!” She kind of forced her friend to walk in, assuming a nursing sort of nurturing tone, she used her hands to feel the reddish purpling sores, bubbling all over her friend’s body and face, “what happened Habakkuk, tell me what happened?”
Habakkuk smiled so as to comfort his nurse, “I am ok, its just a punishment, I had to be punished for using my cosmic awareness for earthly matters, I shouldn’t be helping you solve this case, this is not allowed, this is the first punishment, there will be more.” Lauren was now in full force again herself, “Habakkuk, you can’t do this to yourself, I can solve the case without you, we have Antoinette, there have to be clues, nothing happens without evidence, everything that leads to a crime starts before the crime, you don’t have to get yourself sick for me.” “No, I want to do it, this is important, you must resolve it and you can’t do it without my help for much of the evidence is out of reach.” Having said that Habakkuk saw the dead green parrot, and walked over to it, moved it with his fingers, and searching said “where are the others?” “In the bedroom?” He hastened over, felt the dead avian creatures, “Your cat did not kill these parrots, they have no fractures or lacerations, something else killed them; five of them, Lauren five is not a coincidence, they were messengers, and the violet parrot was special.” Lauren never needed Habakkuk to prove anything he was saying, from where he left off her truth commenced, “There were no windows open, Habakkuk, the door was locked, there are no vents or passages that they could have gotten in through.” At this point Loki came out doing his lazy lion walk and both Lauren and Habakkuk turned to see him, obviously going to get something to eat while thinking, “See bitch, I had nothing to do with all that.”
Habakkuk adds, “They didn’t have to come through anything, they came here from the seventh century BC, they spontaneously emerged into our century, this they accomplished through a pure desire seduction which was coerced by the destined events.” Lauren didn’t ask for further explanation, Habakkuk kept on looking around the apartment, “someone knows that we are investigating Antoinette, someone doesn’t want us on this case, they killed the parrots before they could talk to us.” Lauren responds “What are we going to do now?” “Well cats absorb negative energies, whatever energy killed the parrots had to have been mopped up by Loki, maybe I can ask him to show me his essence; within it must be a signature of the dark energies in him.” Lauren moves to get the Loki cat, but Habakkuk reaches for her arm and halts her, “no, not yet, we have to wait till it is around three in the morning, cats only release their essence at about that hour of darkness, but come 3 in the morning I will ask him to show me his essence.” Lauren, knowing how hostile Loki could be, asked, “Will he just show it to you.” “There is no way to guarantee that he wants to cooperate with us, let us just hope that he likes you Lauren, if he does he will want us to resolve this murder mystery.
Lauren gave Loki the dirties look, made some kind of heavy breathing insinuation, and then proceeded to take her low profile medium heel shoes off, and to the bedroom she went. Walking through the door, she immediately stumbled upon four parrots, one was darkest yellow, one was to the extreme red, another blue with oranges hues, and the most precious was vivid, but vivid violet. Lauren’s eyes widened for the parrots all had one thing in common, they were all dead and suffering from a bad case of ruffled feathers.
Lauren made a lip face that wrinkled and frowned and walked into the living room, Loki opened his eyes, she managed to grab his tail before he sped off uttering a meow, which is probably best left without translation here because we don’t want to piss off the bitch anymore than she already is. Lauren sat on the couch, searching inwardly for some coherent picture of the day’s events; imagine migrating parrots, swoop down for a quick meal, they mistake an open window for a passage to another dimension, they end up in front of Loki cat, he intuitively senses that he has to play with them and so just having fun kills them. When they stop moving he jumps on the couch and goes to sleep. Seems like a fair police assessment of the situation, only Lauren begins to raise her head to review what she obviously already knows, all the windows are closed. Now she has lived in this apartment for over eight years, and she doesn’t have a chimney but she checks again anyway, and reconfirms the lack of a chimney. She then walks around the place looking for more dead parrots, perhaps suspecting some kind of a merciless massacre. But fortunately she doesn’t find any more, the phone rings, rings, it takes a while for her to acknowledge that the phone is ringing, she picks it up, the voice on the other side is none other than Habakkuk’s.
“God damn it, where have you been! Where are you?!” frustration all over, her hands running through her body as if trying to find an itch to scratch or a tumor or something, “how could your leave me like that…” Habakkuk is not a fast talker, he is generally in a good mood and infinitely patient, and so he doesn’t absorb all the tension that is being unleashed his way, “Lauren I had to review the Akashic archives to make sure we were on the prophetic right track, and I am afraid that we are.” Lauren is used to Habakkuk talking senselessness and so she doesn’t bother to try to understand the implications of his comment, instead, she tries to normalize the conversation to reacquaint herself with her friend that is now adding comfort to her life, so sort of giggling, “Its so good to hear your voice; I just got home and found dead parrots all over the place, my cat must a had a hedonistic day.” But Habakkuk’s calm voice ceases to be calm, “Lauren…” sternly toned, “Lauren did you say you found dead parrots?” “Yes.” “What colors and how many?” Lauren has paused her conversation, her fingers are touching her lips while her eyes are quixotically trying to grasp something, “Lauren, what colors? what colors? Lauren, and how many? tell me now!” Yes, this is your psychical advisor on the other end of the toll line, “one is green, one is yellow, another blue with orange, another red…” pause “…and one violet…” silence, she is counting, Habakkuk is somehow aware of it, “…five, five parrots total, and they are all dead.” Pause, even Habakkuk is actively silent, “What does this mean Habakkuk?” He replies without an apparent desire to do so, “Lauren, they were trying to tell you something, they had come to tell you something, maybe they didn’t know that you had a cat, or I fear worse, someone didn’t want them to talk to you.” Without waiting for a reply, Habakkuk continued, “Lauren stay there, stay there, don’t move, I am coming over be there within twenty minutes.”
Lauren stayed in place for twenty minutes, she could have been a patient in a mental institution with no mirrors, she did not know that she was standing there, she could not see or feel herself standing there, and she didn’t move nor hang up the phone, till the door bell ribbetted her ear drums. She recovered immediately and was wide awake and opened the door only to assume another shock full face. “What happened to you! What, what are those bumps all over you!” She kind of forced her friend to walk in, assuming a nursing sort of nurturing tone, she used her hands to feel the reddish purpling sores, bubbling all over her friend’s body and face, “what happened Habakkuk, tell me what happened?”
Habakkuk smiled so as to comfort his nurse, “I am ok, its just a punishment, I had to be punished for using my cosmic awareness for earthly matters, I shouldn’t be helping you solve this case, this is not allowed, this is the first punishment, there will be more.” Lauren was now in full force again herself, “Habakkuk, you can’t do this to yourself, I can solve the case without you, we have Antoinette, there have to be clues, nothing happens without evidence, everything that leads to a crime starts before the crime, you don’t have to get yourself sick for me.” “No, I want to do it, this is important, you must resolve it and you can’t do it without my help for much of the evidence is out of reach.” Having said that Habakkuk saw the dead green parrot, and walked over to it, moved it with his fingers, and searching said “where are the others?” “In the bedroom?” He hastened over, felt the dead avian creatures, “Your cat did not kill these parrots, they have no fractures or lacerations, something else killed them; five of them, Lauren five is not a coincidence, they were messengers, and the violet parrot was special.” Lauren never needed Habakkuk to prove anything he was saying, from where he left off her truth commenced, “There were no windows open, Habakkuk, the door was locked, there are no vents or passages that they could have gotten in through.” At this point Loki came out doing his lazy lion walk and both Lauren and Habakkuk turned to see him, obviously going to get something to eat while thinking, “See bitch, I had nothing to do with all that.”
Habakkuk adds, “They didn’t have to come through anything, they came here from the seventh century BC, they spontaneously emerged into our century, this they accomplished through a pure desire seduction which was coerced by the destined events.” Lauren didn’t ask for further explanation, Habakkuk kept on looking around the apartment, “someone knows that we are investigating Antoinette, someone doesn’t want us on this case, they killed the parrots before they could talk to us.” Lauren responds “What are we going to do now?” “Well cats absorb negative energies, whatever energy killed the parrots had to have been mopped up by Loki, maybe I can ask him to show me his essence; within it must be a signature of the dark energies in him.” Lauren moves to get the Loki cat, but Habakkuk reaches for her arm and halts her, “no, not yet, we have to wait till it is around three in the morning, cats only release their essence at about that hour of darkness, but come 3 in the morning I will ask him to show me his essence.” Lauren, knowing how hostile Loki could be, asked, “Will he just show it to you.” “There is no way to guarantee that he wants to cooperate with us, let us just hope that he likes you Lauren, if he does he will want us to resolve this murder mystery.
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