From The Duwamish Raven Courier
Just an FYI - I'll try to post stories as I run across them as I know several of you have become attached to Duwamish - Anita Marie.
Locals Under Investigation After Grisly Discovery
Stories that the Malloy Sisters have gone on strike .... leaving several tourists stranded and without transport to the outer Islands and Mainland have been circulating for the past week now around and in Duwamish.
The grim reality is that the Malloys are currently under investigation because of several sets of human remains that were discovered recently in their boat house at the Lawton Marina.
The Malloy Sisters are currently being held at the County Jail in Saint Edwards County.
Anyone who has recently had any dealings with the Malloys are asked to contact Sheriff Sarah Blitzer of the Duwamish Sheriffs Station at their earliest Convenience.
PS from Anita Marie
This Article would make more sense if you had taken tea with the Amazing Benandanti a few weeks ago. If you weren't at the Tea House that afternoon you may want to read this as well:
Kincross and Clara The Alligator Woman were out on the Pier last Saturday before their 7:00pm show at the Chamber of Horrors performing slight of hand tricks.
Kincross was dressed in a simple black dress and over her shoulders she wore her black cape with the purple lining and on top of her head at a slight angle was her top hat and she was also wearing her favorite rainbow colored sunglasses.
Clara was wearing her favorite yellow dress and her Alligator markings seemed to shimmer and glow light green under the light gauze fabric.
" Did you hear about the Malloy Sisters? " Clara whispered, " Do you know what they're doing now? "
Kincross shrugged, " Eating their young? "
" I'm serious..."
" Well, so am I " Kincross said.
Kincross’ hand gracefully swept up into the air and from her fingertips a dove appeared and perched on two of her fingers." Those Malloys are one seriously ill family." Kincross held her hand open, palm up and the dove was gone.
She twirled her hand in a circle, opened it and the dove was back.
" If you can't get this thing to stop pecking my hand I'm turning this thing into a chicken nugget. " Kincross whispered so that the little girl watching them couldn't hear.
When the girl walked away Clara said quickly " they've been taking people up to the Bridge Islands. " Then she ducked her head and winced.
Kincross snapped her head forward and the novelty glasses slid down her nose. " They are NOT. "
Clara nodded and with a snap of her wrist covered the dove with a red scarf and then Kincross threw it up into the air and the dove was gone. " I think we should tell Sarah. "
Kincross pocketed the scarf and hissed ‘ ouch’ between her teeth. " Sheriff was very clear to us, we have to take care of our own." It looked as if she were flicking dust from her left shoulder but when Clara saw that small gesture Kincross almost looked ashamed.
" No buts about it Clara, if Sarah has to bring the law we could all wind up in psycho wards or in jars somewhere in a medical lab. You want that? "
Clara shook her head, " Danti, the people the Sisters are taking aren't, you know from here. They're...they're people Danti. "
" I'll go talk to them. "
Kincross crossed her heart and held her hand up, " talk, just talk I promise on my Mother's grave..."
" Very Funny, "
" Okay, I promise all I'll do is talk. You can come and keep me honest"
The Alligator Woman shook her head, " I won't go near those creatures, but I'll tell you where you'll find them..."
The Malloy Sisters were exactly where Clara said they would be. They were having Tea like respectable ladies at the Glass Gardens Tea House on Weller Street. They were sitting very dignified and refined towards the back of the room by a salt-water fish tank filled with Seahorses.
When Kincross saw them she grimaced. The Malloy Sisters didn't smell like the Sea, they smelled like the grave.
" Ah " said one with red hair, " the Amazing Benandanti, Magician Extraordinaire and Werewolf Less Ordinary. Tell us, dog to master do you ever have the urge to chase cars or buses? " She asked daintily.
" No, but I do still have, on occasion, the urge to roast Sea Witches over an open pit and feed their lying carcasses to the gulls. " Kincross replied in the same mocking tone.
" We don't lie, Benandanti. It's just like the sign at the Pier says we simply provide a service, Sunset Boat Rides to the Islands. We own boats now, we sail them; that’s what we do for a living…”
“ For a living. Now that’s funny.” Kincross chuckled.
“ We've...become modern.” the bald headed sister with tattoos ringing her head said through clenched teeth. “ We don't practice the old ways anymore.”
" Well, see to it that you don't become unmodern otherwise I'll have no choice but to bury you so deep the maggots will never find your bones.”
" Don't threaten us Benandanti, it's not good for your health to threaten us. " said the Red Headed Sister.
Kincross leaned across the table and opened her hand. In her outstretched palm was a book of matches with a dragon on the cover. " Don't mess with me ladies, I've cooked your kind faster then you can say, what's that smell...I'm warning you whether you like it or not. I don't like the idea YOU are going up to the Islands and I don't like the idea YOU aren't taking money for your ahem, good deeds. And I have every intention of finding out why you've become such civic minded ladies...all of the sudden. "
" Just reuniting loved ones and doing good works...” the Tattooed Sister laughed.
" Yes Benandanti, more then anyone you should believe in redemption. You know it's possible; you strive for it every minute of your pathetic wasted life.” The youngest sister with long white hair said just above a whisper.
Kincross sat back and spread a napkin across her lap, she poured herself some tea and then raised the cup to her lips and drank. Then she helped herself to an almond cookie and popped it into her mouth.
" You know, I don't like you being anywhere near the Bridges and I don't trust you being so close to the dearly departed. So if I find out you're going onto those Islands yourselves, if I hear about " accidents " involving tourists being lost at Sea if I see one Shade...just one down here in Duwamish with your names on their lips I will find you ladies and after mere second in my hands I will have you wishing you'd never made it out of Croatan. Got it? "
" We're never going back there, " hissed the Youngest Malloy Sister " nothing can make us go back there. "
" Oh ladies, I will personally take you back to Croatan myself...you know I can. "
" They're just sunset trips to the Bridges Benandanti, we sail at Dusk and bring you back by Moonlight. That's all we do" the Red Headed Sister said slowly and she stared hard into Kincross’ face as each word sunk in.
Kincross chose another cookie tossed it back into her mouth and then raised the teacup to her lips again and bit a chunk from the side of the small cup. Steaming hot tea ran down her arm and pooled at her elbow onto the tabletop.
She chewed and ground the heavy glass with her mouth open and the Malloy Sisters saw her teeth, her long sharp teeth pulverizing the cookie and glass to dust and then she spat it all out on the floor at the Sea Witches feet.
" You're liars ladies, that's what you do. I guess it can't be helped it's in your nature. As for me? I'll grind your bones to make my bread...hell I want to because that’s what is in my nature. That can't be helped either. Remember that next time you go on a Moonlight Cruise up to the Bridges and you start feeling nostalgia for the old days. Keep it clean ladies...I'm warning you. "
The Sisters flat dark eyes stayed flat and expressionless, which was good because that was the Malloy Sisters version of keeping their mouths shut.
They were listening to every single word.
Kincross wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin and when she looked up her blood red eyes were glowing in the semi-darkness of the tea room." Ladies, I wish you smooth sailing. "
The Malloy Sisters watched Kincross leave the Tea Room; they also ignored the nasty gesture she made at them through the windows as she walked by.
One sister reached out and pulled her hands back across the heavy oak table as she stood up. When she lifted her hands there were deep gashes in the wood.
Then together they left the Tea Room and seemed to drift like shadows in the gathering fog to the Pier.