Behind the broad oak desk, the captain sat with his black framed glasses, reading the special edition on the Sunny times newspaper. I glanced around the room as I waited for him to acknowledge my presence. Two tall shelves flanked the corners of the room, crammed with aging case files, cracked-spined binders, and outdated forensics manuals no one had opened in years. On the top rack of one of the shelves laid a pack of cigarettes. It would be a hassle trying to reach them from where the Captain sat. I wondered why they were placed there and not on the table, close to him. My fingers were intertwined behind my back as I shifted a bit where I stood. I didn't like it in here. The windows at the side of the room were left open providing the room with ventilation. I shifted my eyes from the window panes beyond the iron bars to the air-conditioner that was mounted high on the wall. Its vents were faced down as it hummed cool air into the space of the office. For some reasons, none of thes
Two weeks suspended and I'd already forgotten how to knot a tie. I flung the dark blue piece of material around my neck as I stepped on the gas of the car. My suspension ended yesterday and I was to resume today...as a patrol officer. So much had happened the past few weeks, I haven't bothered to think about work stuff. I was no longer a detective. No longer part of the investigation unit. Chief Marcus couldn't let it go and I'm sure Harris wouldn't be able to hide the stupid grin off his face even if he tried.I gulped as the station came into view, looking for a good spot to park. Naturally, I wasn't supposed to use a car to work but I didn't give a shit what they had to say to me today. I killed the engine and climbed down, grabbing my mask and flannel from the passengers seat, letting them sit on my left arm. The station looked the same way it did the last time I was here. The sign, 'New Haven Police Department' shone broadly in the morning light on the brick wall above the glass
He was mad. If he thought he could just waltz in here, look at me with those pretty blue eyes and kiss me, he was more insane than I thought him to be. Asides being a psychotic murderer, he also appeared to be a whore. A very beautiful whore who knew how to use a sword as well as the knights that existed in the 80s. "And why would I let you do that?" I managed to get the words, ignoring the burn in my throat to say the word I'm sure he wanted to hear."And why wouldn't you?" He whispered as his eyes drifted down to my lips and back."Because you're a mad man."His laugh was almost contagious as it boomed across the empty space of the room, leaving a slight echo to it, "I've been called worst Jude."He traced his thumb on the line of my bottom lip and pulled gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "Officer Laurent..." he paused as if trying to figure something out. "Is that how they say it over at the station?"I sucked in a breath sharply when he wrapped half of his palm around my neck,
He was crawling up and towards me from the hole he was in. It was dark and seemed to be endless if I were to fall in through there. Why did he have claws!? I squinted my eyes as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. He placed another hand in front of the other as he lifted his weight gradually, trying to crawl out of the hole. It was the man I'd stabbed to death. I was seeing clearly now and his eyes were wide open, with a trail of blood seeping through from the corners and trailing down his cheek. "Just your imagination Jude." I whispered as I stared down at him from where I stood. Underneath my foot was a puddle of crimson liquid, blood. I forced a gag down, pressing my lips into a thin line and doing the one thing I did best asides from landing in trouble. Hurt myself. I used the index and thumb of my right fingers to pinch my left arm. Pain shot up my arm, directing my focus to where I was. My eyes left the man crawling towards me to look around. It was a dark expanse of s
You are a murderer Laurent! I slammed the door shut behind me as I leaped into the quiet dark space that was my home. My hands were still trembling as I stumbled across the path leading to my bedroom door. It was just seconds away but it felt like minutes. The whole of my body burned from the way they had held and pushed me around. I was at the entrance of the room when my legs gave out and I fell on my knees, scraping the skin at the surface. He wasn't breathing. I had checked for a pulse and I didn't feel one. The air around me suddenly became thick. I clutched the front of my dress as I struggled to breathe. It wasn't a nightmare this time. This was real. I had taken a man's life out of my foolish desire for clarity. For a glimpse of the unknown. My eyes burned as I struggled and failed to keep the tears from falling, my breath coming out in short painful gasps. I didn't deserve to cry. All the oaths I took, the training, my pledge to the country. I destroyed everything in minutes
"What's a pretty thing like you doing out by this time?" Diego asked as he stalked towards the girl in a black dress. The detective."Mind if we walk you home?" Luke appeared behind her, tracing his fingers down her arm.I watched her freeze as she realized she was cornered by both men on the sidewalk. The dress she had on slipped up her thighs and Diego's gaze fell there. His lips curled into a disgusting smirk and his tongue darted out to lick it. "My my... You are a beauty."Jude took a step back but ended up bumping into Luke, gasping at the impact. "Stay back." She said, stepping to the side and away from them. The slight tremor rolling off her shoulder blades gave her away; she was nervous, afraid some would call it. But my detective wasn't scared. I knew what fear was and it didn't look like that. She looked like she was weighing her odds, doing the maths drastically in her pretty head. I didn't know how I should feel. It wasn't an execution, it was simply a warning of a sort.