The Immortal Cases

Disclaimer: The following story contains m/m slash. If you're not comfortable with it, don't read. Plots, settings, ideas, yada yada belongs
to me and me only. So no stealing.

A/N: My first attempt on a slash story. Comments are most welcomed. Enjoy!

Prologue

He came out of the shadows, and with each steps he took, firmed, solidified, became real, became there.

Looking up, he saw himself, but beautiful, far, far more beautiful.

Slender arms snaked around his waist, and his chin rested upon his shoulder. Softly nuzzling his hair, the god spoke.

Kill her. He cooed in his ears. She's trying to take away your music.

And he saw her as she really was. In his eyes, she was beautiful turning ugly, with a greed in her eyes he'd never seen before.

She's using you. Kill her.

Fingers curled around a knife next to him, and he took a step towards her.

"Marianne?"

She looked up, and for a second he almost faltered. There was that innocent look on her face.

"Yes?"

Kill her. She's going to take away your music.

".Max?"

And then there was a flicker of apprehension in her eyes. Was that guilt?

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself." He heard himself say apologically. "You ought to be very ashamed of yourself."

She's using you.

"What are you talking about?" Fear.

Kill her.

"Where were you last Saturday?"

Confusion, fear.

"Max, I thought we talked about this, I was-"

"Where were you when my studio burnt down?"

"Max-"

"Did you do it? Did you?"

She's backing away now, eyes widening.

Guilty. His voice cooed in his ears. She's guilty.

"Max, what are you doing?" A rising tremor within her voice, she was trying to contain it, forcing herself to be calm. "Put down the knife, Max. Calm down."

"Did you burn down my studio, Marianne?"

A small yelp as she bumps to a chair, a quick step back and she's behind it. Held it in front of her like a shield.

"Max, you're not yourself. Just calm down please." She pleaded earnestly.

He hesitated again, brief confusion within his eyes. He saw her darting eyes skim her surroundings, as though looking for a way to escape.

Kill her. The god whispered. She's trying to take away your music.

"You've been a bad girl today."

He smiled.