There was no way in hell this was happening.
None. It just didn't add up!
One second Gilbert was just hanging out at the back of the school, smoking a joint during lunch and the next he was being shoved in a police car, hands cuffed roughly behind his back as the many promenading students watched. What had he done! It wasn't like he could have been mistaken for somebody else, what with his platinum-almost-white hair and unusually crimson eyes. They knew who he was, and they were taking him anyway. Gilbert had never once committed a crime if you don't count the underage smokes and drugs, be even those had been fairly minor and the cops wouldn't be treating him so harshly for such a simple thing...
"Sit down and shut up!" Spat the larger of the two men in uniforms as Gil was thrown onto the leather seat in the back.
The smaller cop sat there next to him, forcing his head down so as not to look at the witnesses and the other hand gripping the albino's wrists. Gilbert was absolutely petrified. He didn't know what to say, and even if he did he couldn't possibly spit it out. He'd seen a few of his idiot friends be arrested, but never had the police been so harsh before! And... He didn't think he'd be the one arrested. Not in a million years.
He gazed at the police next to him frantically out of the corner of his eye, almost as though expecting it all to be some sort of sick joke. It wasn't though, as the other continued to stare straight ahead, stoic as ever. The albino hung his head even lower and suppressed a whimper. He would not show weakness, not when that's just what they wanted.
Slowly but steadily, the car rolled away, sirens blaring and forcing the other cars on the road to swerve to the side as they sped towards the juvenile prison. He was harshly pulled out of the car, hair clasped gingerly in the police's gloved hand and he was quickly shoved into a cell with a rather meaty looking guy, handcuffs torn off and cell door closed. "Change into the blue uniform and we'll be back to interrogate you. You'll get your phone call."
And just like that, a fairly average (or as average as you can get being an albino immigrant) 15 year old's life changed completely. He sluggishly threw on the Prussian blue suit, side-stepping the frightening minor in there with him before sitting on one of the beds, head in his hands. "Was geschah gerade...?"
"Is he dangerous?" The blond asked as he was handed a tape recorder. It wasn't strange to be handed a recorder, they were common for criminal investigations and he had his own but they insisted on using a better quality one.
"I mean you said he may have murdered someone right? Why am I being sent alone if that's the case?" He asked checking the recorder as he spoke. Though the question was regarding his own safety he couldn't have possibly sounded more insincere than he did with his monotonous question.
Matthew was a psychologist with a serious problem. He had a strange and dangerous aversion to fear. He was infamous for it and had even been called a thrill seeker for it but in his own opinion he just hadn't found anything worth fearing. Most other psychologists simply thought he was crazy and perhaps he was. Either way it made him a damn brilliant psychologist and he was very proud of it even if be didn't show it. He was hardly afraid of some fifteen year old who may have possibly killed someone that was for certain.
As he looked through the one way glass he took note of anything worth taking note of of the suspect. His age, his appearance, the way he sat, his expression. He calculated everything as he listened to the officer who'd called him. "We're not sure. He hasn't shown any sign of hostility but we don't want to take any chances. Besides that he says he doesn't speak English very well and since he's technically still a minor..."
"Yeah I know. You need a psychologist and all that.." Matthew cocked his head to the side as the albino on the other side fiddled with his shirt with a lost expression. "Well... I'll see what I can do. I make no promises." He sighed, striding over to the door and entering the room with a warm smile. After all appearances and first impressions were everything and he didn't want to come off as someone the other can talk to.
"Hello Gilbert, my name is Matthew Williams." He greeted in his quiet voice, pointedly failing to mention his doctor status. Striding over to the chair across from the other he sat down, setting the recorder between them. He didn't bother to press record. "I'm a counselor. I know you must be a little shaken from the officers interrogation, can I get you anything?" Counselor because psychologist sounded too intimidating and polite mostly because it was in his nature but also because he wanted the others trust.
Matthew was very good at what he did and despite the seemingly random eccentric madness he worked with there was always a method and reason to everything.
Shortly after he'd finished changing, another officer hustled over and unlocked the cell, roughly taking him by the collar of his shirt and pushing him down the hallway. Gilbert didn't dare look into the other cells, not wanting to meet the gazes of criminals. Eventually, they came to a heavy metal door and Gil was told to go in and sit on the available chair. He nodded, finally looking up and taking in his surroundings as he entered the next room alone.
It was nearly empty, shaded glass on one wall where there were no doubt people watching him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other for a moment, nervously toying with the sleeve of his shirt. His ruby eyes flickered in all directions before settling on the lone two chairs and table right smack in the middle of the room. Cautiously, he sauntered over and sat down, back straight and one hand running through his hair; a nervous habit. He could hear very faint and muffled speaking on the other side of the glass, confirming that it was only one-way but made no reaction.
Bowing his head, Gil stared incredulously at his lap. Shit... He was actually here. This was actually happening, and not just some drugged delusion. Honestly, he wasn't sure whether he would've preferred it to be a delusion or not... Just a cruel fantasy. Regardless, his head whipped up and he immediately stood upon hearing the sound of a door being quietly pushed open. His eyes followed very move of the blond man, carefully moving towards him. Standing immediately to someone was a habit, though from where he developed it he did not know.
He remained completely silent as the other man spoke, voice steady and even kind- much unlike those of the police officers. This man (Matthew?) said he was a counselor. Bullshit. Again, Gil didn't know how he deduced certain things or did other odd actions, but he knew he was right. Matthew wanted something from him, information no doubt, but the albino had none to give. He sat down shortly after the blond, back straight and posture respectful. "Herr Williams, you need not be so..." He struggled for the right words, coming short and using a basic vocabulary instead "Kind to me. Do not spew lies. You are here for information that I cannot provide."
His voice was monotonous, making him sound almost like a robot. He wouldn't take any stupidity though. He was here for a reason and he wanted to know what that reason was- he didn't want to be treated like a child.
Of course, the 'counselor' only chuckled at Gilbert, causing the latter to raise a brow. Already he didn't quite like this man. He looked back at the one-way glass, letting his gaze linger on where he thought some people might be standing. His eyes were creepy, almost dead-looking despite their interesting hue, giving off a terrifying effect to the unsuspecting victim of his stares. "Why are they watching us from there? Surely they must know that I am aware of their presence."
And just like that, a scared 15 year old boy put on a brave face, not letting anything frighten him anymore. He wondered if they could hear him speaking... Probably not. Gilbert couldn't hear the officers, so they shouldn't be able to hear him. You cannot have one-way sound-proof glass, after all.
Pooh: This was, of course, written by me and checked as usual by the lovely Honey! My, my, what could we have going on here? Seems to be a bit of a mystery, huh? For most of this you'll have to deal with Gilbert being a sassy, sarcastic dick and I gotta say, it was really fun writing him this way. Follows, favourites and reviews are appreciated!