Epilogue:The Name's Nick
Hello there. I just had this story idea running through my head and I wanted to write it down and share it. Just a simple novelization about Nick Valentine's life. like it or don't I'm just having fun.
Failure. The first thought to run through the detectives mind when he hung his hat up in his apartment that night. The big case gone, down the drain. There was nothing he could do with his hands tied like they where. Eddie got away not only with all the stuff he'd done, but also with her murder. The hollowed detective crosses the room to a picture. She's beautiful with her hair covering her eyes as she blushes looking away from the camera. Suddenly he throws the photo at the window causing it to smash through into the dark streets below where it lands with a loud crunch. He ignores the startled noises all throughout the apartment and slumps on to the couch picking up a bottle of whiskey he had sitting on the coffee table and trying to drown himself in it.
A painful stab pierces Nick's eyes even through his sunglasses as he mounts the steps to the CIT building. The whiskey from the previous night helped him forget long enough to sleep, but the pain it brought him in the morning was enough to keep him from doing anything. If it wasn't for him being ordered to come to CIT to do this stupid psychology shit he wouldn't even be here.
The buildings lobby is huge and bustling with people. Many of them are wearingwhite lab coats and carrying on conversations about things Nick couldn't even pronounce let alone understand. He approaches the front desk and asks where they are holding their psychology test and the woman behind the desk directs himtoa room on the third floor in the left-wingof the building. It's not hard to find and minuets later he's sitting outside an office, waiting until the doctor calls himin. A rather round man opens the door and beckons him in and directs him to a lounging chair that has what looks likea hair dryeron a metal arm attached to it. Nickis then toldto sit in the chair and just keepcalm while the test begins.So, he does and while he is sitting there he closes his eyes allowing himself a few moments ofrest as his mind rifles through cluttered thoughts of revenge and grief.
Something wrong. Voices flash by. Something doesn't feel right. Skin smooth and rubbery. Something doesn't fit. Where am I. Nick's eyes open to a white washed room for a moment, then a face swims in front of his face that he can't recognize and then darkness.
"He the new detective in the precinct," a voice echos "what's his name anyway?"
"The names Nick. Nick Valentine."