All Chapters of The Darkest Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Jude...hi," Kyle said as he tossed the tie over his shoulders and blocked my exit with his arm across when I tried to walk past him. "What? You're not mad, are you?"I rolled my eyes and folded my arms against my chest, "I just need a really high building to throw myself off. Why would I be mad? Do I seem mad?""Well, if you say so. I stopped by your house, you weren't there and figured out you'd be here instead." He dropped his arm from blocking my way and moved to the side, letting me walk past him.I shrugged my right shoulder and moved in silence as he followed right behind me. "Where's your car?" I asked as I took in the parking lot and didn't see his jet black four wheels. "It's this other way." He said, increasing his speed and walking ahead of me. I didn't bother to drive to Ava's place because I needed the grounding. I needed air and I wanted to be sad. But none of those things came to me as intensively as I wanted it to be. I wanted to drink it all away but all I had was t

Yes, fucking hell it was. Enzo made to pull his gun from his holster when I placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "You can't just walk in there with a gun, you're going to aggravate the whole situation."Enzo looked at me like I'd grown two extra heads, "So we just go in there claiming peace?" They just smashed a car. And not just any car, a police van."I let out a scoff and opened the car door and said, "Yeah, well, you can't go in there firing your gun either."I slammed the door shut the moment I was out of it and palmed my holster, making sure that my gun was there. Holding a gun out might be a wrong idea, as it could send a wrong message. We needed to blend in before we could do anything about this. If not we'd be pounced on before we'd be able to do anything. Smashing up a police car wasn't a coincidence, it was an intentional action. I moved further, slowly towards the waft of smoke, not bothering if Enzo was behind me or not. It had faded a little now, leaving just the sme

"Did we ever have an archivist?" I asked Kyle, knotting the lace of my boot properly, just before we got to the entrance of the station.Kyle looked sideways at me, fixing his tie as well and running a hand through his sandy brown hair. We'd met an hour ago to have breakfast before work, on Kyle's request. "We did. But it was a long time ago and the station haven't bothered with another since there were no applications for it."I hummed, straightening my posture and convincing myself why I couldn't turn back and run home to be comfortable. I had bills to pay and the people of New Haven needed people to protect them. "And those people involved me, Jude" I murmured to myself, pulling my lips into my mouth and releasing them immediately."Yes, let's do this." Kyle breathed, pulling one of the double doors open, to the station. My eyebrows met themselves when I heard Kyle’s sentence. He didn't want to here too? So the fatigue was everywhere then."I see." I nodded my head, sounding like s

"He really is a psychopath." I flipped through another sheet, going through some of the old record files I'd managed to grab before I'd lost access to the record room. Most of the case files were dated to some months back, and they were cases on mysterious murders, said to be linked to the Maestro. Every photo was the same story, the smooth cut along pale skin, like the blade had danced there. It was mostly around the neck or a slash on the chest. It was almost ritualistic, the way he liked to part flesh. I dragged a finger down a case file with the name "Blaq Jurion." The file read that he had a weapon and had tried to use it as self defense on whoever his attacker was. "Firing random shots and denting the whole house instead, however he managed to nick his killer on his arm," I read out loud, flipping the file to the next page. This had slowed down the movement of his killer, giving him some seconds to hit dial for the cops. My eyebrows shot up as I flexed my right fingers against

I knocked on the door to the record room before stepping in, to see Renzo behind a desk, at the corner of the room. "Hello Renzo." I gave a little awkward wave, moving closer to him with a brown envelope in my hand. The smell of old books and paper was in the air, coupled with the sound of the air-conditioner buzzing at the corner of the room. Renzo flicked his eyes to me behind his desk, his short jet black hair serving as a boundary. He sat up shortly and raked a hand through his hair, pushing the ones that had managed to come to his face away. Renzo glanced at me, his eyes shifting from my face to the file I had in my hand and back to my face, "Officer." He acknowledged me, gesturing to the file I had in my hand."The captain said I should give these to you to document," I handed him the brown envelope I walked here with and turned away from him quickly. Not quick enough to not catch the slow smirk that spread across his face. That smirk stretched slow, like he knew something I d