One is gone!

“Get your filthy hands off me!,” a voice cried out from behind the curtains. 

The noise was louder and louder that she couldn’t take it anymore, she needed to see things for herself. Slowly, she picked up her shoes and put them on, walking out of the room.

“Don’t hold me!” the person shouted again.

She walked towards the sound and found the door, when she opened it, she could hear nothing again, only a creak and the sound of moving shoes.

“Who’s there?”

She peeped through the curtains and found something fantastic; a dead body of a lady. “Jesus!”

Her face was scarified with blood and she had a blue ink on her left ear. 

She shouldn’t be seeing this. “I would go call the nurse,” she turned to leave when someone dragged her from behind. “Ah!”

********

“Tell me! What happened to her?” The man in uniform yelled with fist clenched on the steel table. He was speaking so loudly, in anger, he could have taken her eyes off.

Even with the vexation in his eyes, he couldn’t stop thinking about her last words… “He’s trying to kill me, he’ll kill everyone.”

“Tell me!” he yelled again, he shouldn’t be getting emotional, especially in this tense moment.

The woman lifted her gaze and smiled. “Nice one Joe, do you really think I could kill your wife, Janet?” she turned he face to the left, revealing an untreated injury on her cheek. “I was bashed off by the face by some unknown person and you’re here pouring all the blames on me?”

She spat on the floor.

Joe looked at the disgusting liquid and nodded. “You’re right, I shouldn’t be pouring all the blames on you, I should also get the blames for trusting you.”

“I’m a psychiatrist for Christ’s sake, I watch people lose their minds everyday, I feel like ending their lives anytime they do something stupid, but Janet was different, and you,” she pointed at his chest.

“You’re a well trained police officer, who watch crimes take place, you didn’t want to hurt your wife that was the only reason you had her brought to the hospital for treatment. Whose fault is that?”

Joe was silent.

Alicia smiled. “Someone killed Janet.”

“Who was he? Or she?” he broke his silence, with a stamped feet. 

“I couldn’t see the person so clearly, the person wore a mask and was well covered in black, but I got a glimpse of the eyes before I passed out.” She bit her lips, “Yes I did.”

He flushed in hope. “Why didn’t you say that before?”

“It wasn’t useful,” Alicia remarked.

“Oh yes it is!” Joe took his phone from a bag on the steel table and dialed a number. “Hello Prince, come in with the artist. Right now!”

Alicia bowed her head with the pains on her cheeks progressing. Everything happened as a dream, from the shouts to the dead body and to her passing out. 

Was it all a dream?

The door was pushed open, she lifted her head and saw two men walk in, one with a sketch book and a pencil.

“Have a seat Mr. Daniel,” Joe was saying to the artist looking man. “Here is an accomplice, please, attend to her.”

Alicia got the message as she watched the man ask her questions about the person in black.

“How did this person look like?” 

“I saw only the eyes.”

All men gave a stern look.

Daniel just smiled and continued. “Tell me about this eyes.”

“It was dark, black lashes and brows,” as she spoke he eyes were fixed on the drawing made by the artist, it looked exactly as the eyes she had seen. “This pupils were ocean blue and I saw a strand of hair, yes, it was red.”

Joe turned to the second man, “my wife killer was a red head. Put that into recording.”

The artist turned the drawing to face Joe and frowned. “It looks perfect for a normal human eyes.”

“Then the killer had a lot of beauty, does it look like a female’s?”

“I can’t depict, if I had a glimpse of the lips, I could have known.”

Alicia moved her lips. “I didn’t see her lips,” she concluded the attacker was a female, the last two minutes felt like hell. It was so dark.”

The room fell in silence.

*******

“Your cellphone Mr. McLain.”

Dominic collected the phone from the butler and smiled at the caller’s name on the screen. “Joe, what a blessing!” he picked up.

“Hello Mr. McLain, it’s Joe on the line.”

“Yes son. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine Sir, but there’s a very big problem.”

“Is it money? Gold? Anything at all I’ll send it over,” Dominic laughed.

“No Sir, Janet travelled today.” 

“How come she didn’t tell her father.”

The call was affected by the poor network condition. “It was an unexpected journey.”

“It’s fine. Where did she go to in that bad state?”

“I’m so sorry Mr. McLain, she travelled to the great beyond.”