Title:           AiE: An Unlikely Detective Part 3
Author:          PHoToS999
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First Edit:      Thursday 11th of October 2012 02:18:10 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 11th of October 2012 02:18:10 PM CDT

>After Lyra had screamed for a second, you simply couldn’t take it anymore.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL SCREAMING?!!!”
 
>Lyra shut up instantly.
“I mean, fuck, I just woke up in some godforsaken hut and I’m seriously fucking creeped out and you come in and start just screaming your lungs out!”
 
>You’re not quite sure how she does it, but her eyes get even bigger in fright.
>Aaaaaaaand she faints.
>God dammit.
 
>You figure it’d be the right thing to do to at least put her on the bed since she was a little conked at the moment.
>Thank god this wasn’t like one of those movies where people wake up in some creepy bed all naked.
>You still had your jeans and t-shirt on so picking up this female thing wouldn’t be awkward.
>Actually your clothes were pretty torn up.
>Awkwardness, commence.
 
>You pick her up like you might a baby or a small pet and cradle the sleeping form for a moment.
>Surprisingly, even though she’s the size of a large dog, she’s light.
>Curious, you take a closer look at her.
 
>Her sleeping face makes your mind go d’awwww for a moment.
>This is not right.
>She’s not even human.
>This feels like some sick joke.
>Bruised and battered guy holding some girl tenderly?
>The sheer cheekiness and picturesque nature of this place sickens you.
 
>You very quickly deposit her onto the bed, and, after retrieving the discarded blanket, drape it over her.
>For the second time that day, you hear a door open and shut.
>Also for the second time, a small equine head peers around the door.
>This one was white and covered in black stripes.
>Waaaaaaait a second…
>It’s a Zebra.
 
>Alrighty, here’s hoping.
“Please, don’t scream.”
 
>It’s face split into a smile.
Zebra: Why so ever should I scream, strange one?
>She sees Lyra lying on the bed and grins.
Zebra: I’d say the screaming is already done.
 
>Her voice, feminine like Lyra’s, possessed a richer tone. Obviously African.
Zebra: Zecora is my name.
 
>You scratch your head sheepishly.
“Yeeeeah, I guess Lyra took a little shock when she saw me. Uh, thanks for taking care of me. My name’s Anon.”
 
>Zecora begins walking around the room depositing the various bags she had been carrying on her back.
Zecora: No need to thank me, shy Anon. Twas Heartstrings there who took you on. Thought you were a poor beast, she did. I knew better what that face hid.
 
>Ouch, you feel like shit for yelling at her now.
“So what now?”
>You really feel like asking a ton of questions, but that’s what everyone does. You had a nasty suspicion that wherever you were, it certainly wasn’t Kansas.