Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation (LoveTheWayYouLie x VforVienna)

The busy and bustling streets of Boston, worried little about anything outside of their own filthy and crowed streets. From their own pick pocketing children, and beggars, they ran their own share of wild moments and murders of passion. Their homes all crammed together, living above shops and taverns. Or living in large confined groups on the less ends of town. The poor walked the same streets as the wealthy as if they walked in to separate worlds. Their own news papers filled with local news was all that was needed to sate them in the worries of the world. Nicholas Foster had been born of the outside of the city, in a slum with his Irish immigrant mother. She had gotten herself mixed up with an Englishman, and came over to be with his family here. But when her husband died in the war, his family shoved the Irish bitch out of their home, and their fortune. Lost, and pregnant she lived in a crowded apartment home with her son and her son alone. The boy grew up in a world full of danger, lies, and death. But never did he fall pray to these actions. He never stole, he never lied....and he worked hard for his mother. She always told him, a just and loving man would find a safe and golden home in heaven. Never had that changed, even know as Nicholas lived on his own as a well respected Constable in the city of Boston. Investigating murders was his specialty, checking the bodies for clues he was unfaded to get down and dirty to hunt a killer down. He had grown quite comfortable in his home town, and the underbelly of the city that he also called home and sniffed out the monsters. That was until he got a letter from his boss, Jason Marlow, Law Commissioner. Stating to him that he was to pack, and travel on the date of Monday the 18th of October to the village of Larkhill to investigate their first unnamed murder. The people of Larkhill were peaceful and only having deaths from illness, child birth, accident, or crimes of passion that could be pin pointed to someone. But all of those things happened life spans between them. Never had a crime so brutal happened to someone so well known. At first Nicholas didn't want to leave the comfort of home, and his well known city streets for some village in the mountains in the middle no where. Things had been relatively peaceful since the war, but that still didn't mean Nicholas liked wandering in the mountains. But, he didn't argue with his Commissioner and got his few bags ready. Getting out the equipment he would need to investigate the body and the crime scene. As well as all the paper work, and pen with ink he would need to be taking the statements from every single person in the town. Even down to the children which he knew people would controversial. Those in the small village towns were so leery of outsiders, that he would make quite the entrance he knew. Armed with his books, his papers, and his mind he filled the carriage that had been waiting for him on the morning. Boarding the carriage, he left his warm little home and was on his way to Larkhill. The trip took about two days, and it had one of the longest and most boring rides of his life. Reading all the books he had brought, and wrote enough in his journal to keep a hundred people entrained if they read it. But, once he finally reached Larkhill it was late afternoon and coming to the evening. Nicholas was starving, and ready to get the hell out of the carriage. But was they crossed the entrance gates to the village it was rather dark and rainy out. The fog was thick, and the smoke from the chimneys filled the sky. The carriage driver rode him right into town. Alot of the people had the shutters on their homes closed, and the sheep ran way from the road side as the horse and carriage clomped into town. It was rather quiet in the early evening. Nicholas knew the mayor knew he was coming on this day, and that was going to be his place of resistance as he investigated this heinous murder. It wasn't till the carriage stopped that Nicholas sighed deeply. Finally....he could get the hell off this wooden hell box. The driver opened the door for him, and Nicholas stepped out. Stroking a hand through his blonde locks and his blue eyes looked around at the quiet, sleepy town. The door to the manor opened and out step a round and cheerful looking man. Dressed in the best the town could make, and his bread was thick and pepper colored. He gave a very kind smiled to the Constable and walked down the steps to greet him. Oh Constable, I'm so glad you have arrived! He reached to shake the other mans hand, I'm Jonathon Hale, its a pleasure to have you in Larkhill good sir. Nicholas reached out and took the larger mans hand, giving it a hearty shake which caused the mayor to smile. It tis a pleasure Sir Jonathon Hale, thank you for offer your home as a place for my residency, I appreciate the kind gesture. I'm Constable Nicholas Foster He said, his voice was calm and steady like summer rain and it seemed to make the Mayor happy to hear it as the sweet smile never left his face. Please, come inside Constable Foster....supper is about to be served. Are you hungry from your travels? He asked as he gestured for Nicholas to come inside and Nicholas gave a small smile. Yes dear Mayor, I am famished The mayor gave a hearty laugh as he walked the new house guest into their beautiful home. The driver taking in the mans things before moving on his way.