(Pre-story AN: So I am aware I have not been posting for a while, but hopefully this will clear a bit up and I'll try to have new chapters and stories uploaded soon [as well as my Jeanmarco Week Tumblr stories]! This was a private roleplay with one of my friends, but I have enjoyed it so much that I wish to share it with the public of Fanfiction! Enjoy~)
It was late one evening on the side of the road where a mildly tired police officer had just swerved his car off the road to avoid a young girl standing in his path. Perplexed, he got out and shoved her out onto the side as she stood and smiled at him.
"What, do you think you're funny?" The girl didn't answer, other than a short chuckle. He bent over to her level and pulled a small notepad from the deep pocket of his trench coat. "I'm going to have to call your parental guardians. Address? Phone Number? Last name? First?" He readied his pen and steadied his glasses, but the girl merely giggled again. "If you don't give me the information, kid, I'm gonna have to take you downtown." Again, another laugh met his threat. He stood up straight and sighed, putting the notes away. He did, however, take a mental of her appearance and the way she laughed. "Alright then, kid, I'm gonna have to take you in now." He pointed to the car and she stared at him and laughed again. "Get in the police car, girl." She didn't move and agitatedly, he walked over to the open door of his cruiser and turned on the radio.
"Yeah, we're gonna need some backup here, we've got a seemingly mental kid down here who won't give us any information. She just… laughs. We've got no info on her, we can't call anyone… And NO, we can't throw her into the streets, Paul- NO, WE CAN'T DO THAT EITHER. PAUL THAT IS ILLEGAL." He paused for a moment as the girl was suddenly leaning over his shoulder and giggling at him again. He gasped and almost fell into the car, but turned back to the radio. He began to whisper into the small handheld device and pushed the girl away from him. "Paul. Paul, she's scaring me." She fell on her bottom but then slowly turned to face him again, laughing again as before only receding into a more creepy form of it with pauses in between. He stared at her and shut the car door, keeping the window down.
"Uh, Paul… I need that backup now." There was a short pause, until static came over the radio. The officer panicked for a moment, beating the thing with his fist. "Haha Paul, stop joking around." The girl laughed at him from the window and he fell over, clutching the remote tightly. "PAUL. YOU LAZY MOTHERFUCKER," he cried. "I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE REQUESTED A DIFFERENT PARTNER." The girl continued to giggle at him. His voice faltered slightly and he calmed down instantly from the previous yelling. "Paul… tell my kids… you know the ones I don't have… that they're failures." He then proceeded to lay still and act like he was quite dead. The girl simply giggled once and then stopped laughing period, staring at him. He popped an eye open to face her.
"Can you talk now that I'm finally dead? Really? Are you fucking kidding me. Paul. Are you hearing this bullshit?" The girl smiled at him simply this time and waited for another response. He stared at her suspiciously and got out again, as he forced her into the back seat of the police cruiser. "You know what, I'm driving to headquarters. Just wait until Boss hears about this one." He sneered at her by use of his mirrors as he got in himself. "Fuck you."
"Given the choice right now, I would gladly pounce on you and rip out your throat with razor-like teeth and then break the windshield and run away like a wolf, but I won't."
"The fuck did you just say?!" She stared at him in the mirror like she had said nothing and smiled again. He mumbled bitterly to himself, thinking of all the things they could do to this seemingly murderous girl. And the fact that she had just talked but would not again angered him even more.
As soon as they arrived at the station, he grabbed her by the collar and walked briskly into HQ with a determined, agitated look on his face. He sped straight into the boss's office, holding up the still-grinning girl.
"BOSS. LOOK AT ME. I'M DEAD. SHE WON'T TALK. PAUL'S A LAZY ASSHOLE. NOW WHAT," he panted. At the moment, he wasn't sure if he should be exhausted or annoyed. The boss examined the girl for a moment, stroking his blonde goatee and leaning in his chair.
"Well John, I do not think you are dead." John huffed and lowered the girl slightly, looking away. "Secondly, uh… What threat is the girl posing exactly?"
"DID YOU NOT HEAR IT? THAT, THAT THREAT?!"
"Uh…" The girl beamed at the man sitting in the chair. "No?" John pulled out a recording device existing in the car at the time of the drive and sped up to the part where the girl was talking. He played it over at least twice before staring back at Boss with a rather crazy look in his eye.
"THIS LITTLE BITCH. BOSS, I SWEAR TO GOD. AND WHERE IS PAUL, I NEED TO KICK HIS ASS."
"Um, Paul is dead John."
"WHAT. BOSS HOW." John didn't stop yelling but he looked more concerned than angry now.
"Well he… We don't know. He's just gone."
"WELL… Well, how do you know for sure that he's… dead? How do you know he isn't just taking a vacation or something?"
"His vitals have just… stopped. He's in the hospital wing, John, if you would like to say a few words." They were both silent for a moment, and John looked up but avoided the gaze of Boss.
"…He was a lazy son of a bitch. But are you sure, Boss? This isn't some big station joke, is it?"
"No John. Paul is totally dead. Totaled, if you will."
"What about his wife? His kids?! What about his responsibilities, Boss? Who will take all of that now?"
"They'll be passed onto our temp and your new partner, David." John paced hurriedly for a second, thinking.
"Who's this David? Where can is he? Why isn't he here right now helping you and me?"
"He is currently getting coffee for us, but for the record he likes to be called Dave."
"Are you all like… friends or something?"
"Yeah… you could say that. Not working out on the field, I see the temps a lot."
"Yeah, yeah," John chided. "We all know that. 'Specially after that girly temp you hit on for weeks." He crossed his arms and Boss chuckled, remembering the month.
"Hahaha, yeah. I heard she works as a prostitute in Jamaica now." John shifted uncomfortably and then looked down, noticing there was no longer a girl standing next to him and smiling at any given moment. He looked around frantically for a bit and then became flustered once more.
"Well, that's great and all Boss but, uh… where's the girl? And our coffee? Don't tell me we lost the fucking girl." They both examined the room further, but the girl was mysteriously gone without another trace.
"Hmm… well, she ain't ours anymore, John. DAVE, SON." A boy with surprisingly white, slightly messy hair and a set of dark shades concealing his eyes appeared at the door, holding a Starbucks drink tray. He moved as silently as Boss did and seemed to have a nice affiliation with the color red, as possessed by his sneakers and sweater. The fact that his black jeans were tighter than normal (but not entirely skinny) added to an air of aloofness that John saw nowhere else. "Have you seen the girl? And give us our coffee." Dave shook his head and walked over, handing them both one of the warm containers of coffee. John stared at Dave for a second longer after accepting the drink with a simple thank-you, and then looked over at Boss curiously.
"Wait, Dave is your son, Boss? Why didn't you tell me that?"
"Because if I did then I would give away my personality. But don't worry, the boy won't tell you a thing." Dave stood silently at his father's side, displaying nothing but indifference towards the two older men in the room. John adjusted his glasses slightly, watching Dave silently in his corner of the room, and he erupted into another spout about how important the case was at hand.
"Ohhh, I see now. Dave is just like that crazy, homicidal bitch, he doesn't talk either! Maybe you all should become friends, oh, if only we could FUCKING FIND HER." Boss watched him and adjusted his own, pointed sunglasses underneath his grey cap.
"Hey now, John, he talks, he's just silent because I embarrass him, eh boy?" Boss nudged Dave on the side but he did not move. Boss cleared his throat quietly and turned back to John. "Now, maybe you take Dave along and see if you can find the girl, John, but keep your head level, alright?"
"Ugh, fine." Boss kicked them both out of the office and shut the door after, believing they had an idea for what they were doing. "But can we please hurry up and find her? To be honest, I'm not exactly excited for this. I just found out today that my partner died, our deadly suspect runs away, and Boss leaves us all here alone. Let's just go." Dave nodded at him and they started off in the direction of the dark part of the office where nobody worked anymore.
(Oh gosh this first chapter is long, gomen aaah. But anyways, hope you like it and reviews are always welcomed!)
