Resident Evil: Twilight

Chapter1

There was nothing to do. Being in a city, you'd think there would be plenty of jobs for a cop. Apparently not, seeing as I hadn't been sent out for a whole week. I let a sigh slip from between my lips as I looked at the blank paper on my desk. I was supposed to be writing my grocery list, but hadn't thought of a single thing I needed. My mind was stuck on the fact that my sink was broken. I hadn't been able to use it for the past three days, and had finally called a plumber. I just hoped he wasn't as perverted as the last guy. I promised myself that that would be the last time I listened to another person's suggestion. I don't care if he was the best, he had no right to say those things to me. Just as I was getting up to ask if there was anything I could do, I was called out to investigate a murder. I jumped from my seat, excited that I had something to do.

Twenty minutes later, I was standing in the front door of an expensive house.

"So, whose the victim?" I asked, wanting to get out of the house ASAP.

"Clarice and Leonard Brendenburg," the blond woman next to me said. I didn't recognize the names.

"They important or something?" I asked as I followed her up the stairs.

"No. They were pretty rich, though. It's strange, since they moved here just a week ago. Nothing was stolen, either."

"The murderer was after them specifically, then." It was obvious to me, but she looked as though she didn't understand the logic. "Look, if they were killed, and nothing was stolen, that would imply that they were the only thing their killer was after, right?" I opened the door to the bedroom, and stopped in my tracks. It was... too neat. Everything was perfectly in place, moslt likely where the owners had placed them. A quick check provided no clues as to who had killed the couple. I had a strong feeling that there was something we were missing, some kind of history on the couple we were missing. There were no fingerprints, and no murder weapon could be found. It looked as though they hadn't put up a fight at all, which only made my suspicions worse.

"There aren't any fingerprints, either. At least, none belonging to anyone but the couple."

I didn't know what to make of this. Two people were murdered, and we couldn't find any evidence pointing us to the killer. I usually found something no one else noticed, but I was at a loss this time. That was probably what annoyed me most. The fact that someone had gotten the better of me, Kevin Ryman. I looked at the clock, and noticed the time. It was almost time for the plumber to fix my sink.

"I have an appointment I ned to get to. Could you please file what we found here for me? Thanks." I left the room in a hurry, needing to get away from this scene, the one I couldn't figure out.

I stopped by the station to sign out, then hurried to my apartment. By the time I got home, I had five minutes to make sure my kitchen didn't look like a disaster. I straightened the papers on my table, threw out the empty pizza boxes, and waited for the guy to get there. He was five minutes late, which I took as a bad sign. I opened the door, and saw a handsome young man looking at me. He was about the same height as me, with dark hair and eyes. His eyes were a frosty green, that seemed to pierce into my very soul. With that single look, he had me. I stood for a few moments, unable to take my eyes away from that gaze.

"I'm David King. The plumber you called." He had raised an eyebrow, and I came back to my senses.

"Oh. Ummm, right this way. It's the kitchen sink." I stood there and watched him as he fixed it. Less than an hour later, he had left and I could use my sink again. I didn't care about that, though. I couldn't get David off my mind. The look he had was engraved in my memory, and I simply couldn't will it to go away. Nobody had ever had this effect on me before, man or woman, and in my very soul, I knew that meant something.

Sorry if Kevin's OOC in any way. He is the Bella, after all.