Hello There! This is the first story I publish here (I write a lot of things, but this is my first upload). this is the only thing that;s written and organized so far, so if I get feedback on this story, I will continue. Feedback comes in the way of reviews, favorite story, you know the thing. I really won't continue this if nobody's reading it :/
Don't worry if it's a bit vague at the moment, things will eventually clear out.
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Can I believe
When I don't trust
All your theories
Turn to dust
I choose to hide
From the all seeing eye
Destroy this City of Delusion
Break these walls down
I will avenge
Justify my reasons
With your blood
Muse - City Of Delusion
"For the last time girl, what is your name?"
It seemed that nothing Special Agent Larson did was affecting this girl.
The girl had sat there for two hours now; arms crossed, eyes on the table and mouth sealed shut. He'd tried everything. Negotiating didn't work; nor did threats. And they weren't idle threats either; this girl was in deep trouble. Even the Good Cop/Bad Cop act didn't seem to work.
And nothing worked on the other suspects too. He didn't interrogate the three males: one man and two adolescences. But his colleagues had, and he had observed the interrogations. It was as if they had all made a pact to just sit there with their mouths shut.
It was disconcerting; it wasn't that they didn't want to say anything in order to protect themselves. No, they just didn't want to say anything at all; not an uttered breath passed their lips in case all would be discovered.
The girl kept her silence and moved her gaze to the wall. It was almost as if she found something interesting about them.
Larson sighed. This was getting tiring and to be honest, boring. The day had begun perfectly well; he woke up, had a nice breakfast with his family, kissed his wife goodbye, and drove his daughter, Rachel, to school. It had been really good, for several reasons actually. Mainly because Rachel actually said goodbye with a smile today after he dropped her at the school, which meant she wasn't angry with him anymore.
He knew she didn't have a right to be angry – he was perfectly reasonable in forbidding her going to that party the other kids were having which was probably swimming with drugs and alcohol – but he didn't mind. As long as she was safe he didn't mind receiving the cold shoulder for a week or so. And, today was the first day in since he was promoted before Christmas, which made the day very much anticipated.
All in all, it was a great day right up until he got a call from the local police. Three unconscious men, one of them dying, were found in an empty coffee shop at twenty second street. Empty except for a group of four: One male Caucasian probably in his early forties, and three teenagers, one girl and two boys.
Of course, they weren't interrogating them just because they were there and were helping with their inquiries. No, the main reason they were being questioned was the security camera videos. But their continual silence was intriguing.
The videos didn't tell them anything explicit, but they provided certain views. One of the videos showed one of the boys – the red headed one – with his back turned to the camera facing one of the victims. Initially it seemed like a fight, which wasn't that much of a problem, but then something weird happened.
At one point, the victim facing the boy was thrown across the room by something the boy apparently shot at him. He hit the wall, collapsing to the floor motionless. At first, the victim seemed dead – he was lying there with his eyes wide open, not a single motion - but after checking his vital signs, he was alive. His heart, lungs, circulation, brain, everything was working perfectly, but still, the man was motionless. It seemed like an opened eyed coma, but the doctors said they had never seen anything like that before.
But the most bizarre thing of all was that when the four suspects were searched, nothing was found with them; nothing dangerous that is. They didn't have a pistol on them, but still; something the boy did made the man in front of him fly and hit the wall.
The other two men were found in a similar condition, except that one had more injuries. He had several gashes on his body as if he had been slashed with a sword. Of course, no sword was found.
Larson thought he would try a different strategy - and there wasn't much left to try.
The silence was the most foremost issue, so he thought to probe that.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you afraid to talk? Do you believe that something will happen to you if you speak?"
Again, the silence.
"You know, there's something I don't quite understand."
The girl snorted, and really, she had a point; there were many things he didn't understand in this situation.
"By the look of you – your cloths, your appearance even your demeanour- you seem like a well raised girl, very much educated I would wager. And how unusual it is to find such a girl in a situation where she is accused of attacking, even attempting to murder three men."
The girl, as usual didn't give him much response, so he just carried on.
"Do you know any of the men you attacked?"
He noticed her switching her gaze to the table again, which gave her away.
So, she knows them.
"And there's something else," he continued in his nonchalant tone, "How did you come to meet your little gang?"
She looked at him with a cold stare and smirked.
"You have to admit, you do make an unusual group."
The girl looked back at the walls.
"Are the other kids your siblings?"
Nothing.
"The man… is he your father? An uncle?"
Silence.
"Is one of the boys perhaps… a boyfriend?"
Again silence. He didn't want to say what he said next, but honestly, the situation was suspicious.
"Or maybe… the man?"
He noticed the flinch. It was as subtle as a bull in a china shop but still silence.
Well, that's interesting…
He was just wasting time. They didn't have names, they were waiting for their pictures to be run by the computer. Normally that didn't take long for a single city, or even a state. But they didn't have a state. They were nowhere to be found in New York, not a single file. So they had to widen the search to the entire damn country.
But this piece of information is definitely interesting.
"Girl, are you even of age? The man is like what? Forty?"
This time he definitely had a reaction. She uncrossed her arms and frowned at him resentfully. Good. If he could push her just hard enough, maybe she'd say something…
"And you've just given me another thing to ponder. Now why would an innocent girl like you be involved with an older man?"
Yes, the anger was definitely building up. She frowned even more; her stare full of loathing. OK then, keep going.
It was for a reason that he was assigned to this girl. He was very persuasive; excellent at extracting information. The man had proved to be impossible. A face like stone, not a single emotion seeped through. Every question was met with silence, complete cold silence; sometimes a malicious sneer. He didn't like that man. He looked utterly bored which maddened him the most.
The ginger boy seemed to have an ability to absent himself completely; like he wasn't even there. He just stared ahead, seemingly hearing nothing the interrogators were saying.
Now, the other two...the curly haired girl and the boy with black messy hair...were different. He really hated referring to them by their hair's appearance, but currently there was no other option. Gradually, as time passed, they became restless, started looking around, and eventually, he felt they would break if pushed.
But that's it: if pushed.
They needed something to push them to breaking point, something that would make them spill everything.
And now he had it.
He usually didn't mind playing these games with suspects; after all, that was his job, and he loved his job. But this case was different; he rarely dealt with teenage girls as they were seldom accused of anything this serious. She was his daughter's age, and at the moment he thought of her as a victim. Young girls don't usually attack people in coffee shops, and now this strange relationship she seemed to harbour with that man…
But he had to.
"Hmm?" He ground out. "Now what could he possibly offer you? How did you come to know him? Family friend? Boss? Teacher?"
Flinch. Yes. Good.
"Oh teacher, isn't that a classic!"
She frowned and blushed crimson. He hated this one sided conversation but he was so very close.
"Now how far does this relationship go, huh?"
She's breathing harder now, he's obviously close now.
"Did he molest you when you were a student?"
Anger was now written plainly on her face. He knew she was dying to deny the accusations against her mister charming, so finally he aimed for the kill.
"Or maybe even younger? Twelve or thirteen perhaps-"
She flew out of her chair in a storm of fury and yelled.
"Shut up! You know nothing about him, he would never do anything like that!"
She was breathing hard after her outburst and seemed to instantly realise her mistake.
She hadn't said what he had expected; he had expected names, locations, and, on a fleeting, hopeful moment, a full blown confession.
But instead, she had given him something that complicated things and added a new complication to this enigma.
The girl spoke in a delicate English accent.
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