A/N: This is the first story I have ever written so I apologize if the quality is a bit low.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins in any way.
There was the sound of laboured breathing, but that was the only sound. The floor of a basement splattered with blood. Two bodies lay side by side, one a middle aged man, his face a crushed up and bloody mess. His breathing non existent, his body limp, a baseball bat gripped weakly in one hand. Next to him was a young youthful man, blood pouring from his nose, his breathing laboured, a mix of exhaustion and pain clear on his face. His name, Cook.
After several long minutes Cook sat up, looking around completely disorientated, his hands already hurting like hell. Cook had no idea how long he sat there, but it was a long time, he had no idea what he should do so he just pulled out the packet of cigarettes from his pockets and lit one up. After a few drags on the cigarette though, his phone started to ring, at first he tensed up startled by the sudden sound. Cook looked at his phone, Naomi was calling him. He took a deep breath before accepting the call.
"What's up Blondie?" he said in as normal a tone as he could manage.
"Where are you? You've been gone ages?" Naomi replied, straight away she noticed there was something wrong with Cook's tone. Neither of them would admit it, but they both new each other back to front. "What's happened? And don't dare chat shit to me!" She continued.
Cook sighed "Can you meet me? Just you. At the park near Freddie's house…"
Naomi agreed to this and so Cook walked out of Dr Fosters house. Limping slightly, keeping his head low. He soon arrived at the park, Naomi was already there. As soon as he got to her she made to hug him but hesitated and didn't.
"What the fuck has happened?" Naomi asked looking at the state of Cook in shock.
Cook just shook his head "I- Freddie." Cook muttered not making sense at first. "Freddie's dead, Effy's head doctor guy… He killed Freddie" Cook said quietly, he was telling himself as much as Naomi, making sense of what had happened as he spoke.
Naomi was shell shocked by this, she was going to tell Cook to stop lying, but the look on his face kept her silent, it was obvious he was telling the truth.
"I saw someone, near the shed tonight. I followed them and I ended up in this basement. It was Foster's basement. Freddie's stuff was all bagged up and bloody. The doctor guy was a fucking psycho, I think he was obsessed with Effy or some shit like that. He tried to kill me… I killed him" Cook choked, there were tears in his eyes now "Freddie is dead." he repeated. Tears trickling down his cheeks.
Naomi grabbed him into a hug and as the reality of the situation hit Cook, he hugged her back tightly, desperate for some comfort, choking on sobs as he hugged Naomi who was also crying. They stood like that for a long time before Cook finally broke the hold.
"What are you gonna do?" Naomi finally asked.
Cook had no answer he just shrugged at first. "I guess, well I need to talk to JJ, he needs to know the truth, I suppose they all need to know.."
After a short conversation the two set off back to the shed, Freddie's shed. Cooks face and top covered with dry blood. Naomi walks in first, Cook following.
A/N: I'd greatly appreciate any feedback.