Chapter 1: One Year Later
BEEP! BEEP!
I wake up to loud sound that leaves my ears ringing. I get up from a mess of empty whisky bottles, and raging headache. But yet i still can't find the ear bleeding noise. It sounded really close. I kicked around the whisky bottles, hopping if i was able to kick around, i could break it, but no use.
I placed my hands on my hips and felt something vibrating on my palm. I looked at my vibrating hand, and what was under it was... my phone. I took my phone out of its holster and saw that I had fourteen missed calls... from my... boss... shit.
My boss can be one mean, greedy, selfish, son-of-a-bitch sometimes. Don't get me wrong here. Just cause he's my boss doesn't mean i can't talk bullshit about his height. Hell, I can punt the little bastard around the world... twice.
Anyways, I laced my black combat boots, put on my black hoodie and on top of that my black leather jacket, along with putting my badge in my back pocket and also counseling my gun behind me in its holster safely.
As i was walking out my apartment door, i hear a voice. A male voice. I turn to the direction of where it came from, and i saw the tall, pretty buff, Ed.
"You know the boss can shove my badge down my throat for doing this, right? Nexus... I covered your back so many times, that the boss thinks you're out their fighting crime, when all you're doing is fighting whisky in a bottle that can beat you up so bad by just standing up straight in one spot."
I looked at him, trying to process his words while trying to fight off a hang-over at the same time. Then I finally spoke up, "A simple 'Hello, good morning' would have been fine."
Ed crossed his arms and sighed at me, and I locked my door, and Ed and I started to walk to the police station.
You see, Eds a good guy. Strong as hell too. But don't get on his bad side. Trust me. I learned from experience. I remember when I got so drunk after the loss of my friend, and i decided to pick a fight with, Ed... and he kind've... lifted me over his head... and slammed me right down on a table, making the table break on contact with my back... yeah...
As we entered the station, i could hear tons of people talking, phones going off... and of course... my stared at me and started walking towards me.
"Nexus!" He started off, "Where in the flying fuck have you been?! I called your cell fourteen times and left you messages... FOURTEEN TIMES! And you reek of smoke and booze!"
"Sorry, sir. Won't happen again, sir. It's just... the day of my partners death was yesterday... and-" I was cut off by his loud sigh. "I know, Nexus... I know." He slowly fixed his tie, and crossed his arms together, and looked down for almost a minute and spoke in a low, yet almost sad tone of voice. "Jessie... Jessie was a good man. Was in and out of the station. Collecting ungrateful bastards to bring back to the station. Hell, he even brought you in when both of you guys were drunk off your asses." He chuckled a little, and sighed one more time and we stood in silence, letting the loud noises keep going. Then it was broken by my boss when he remembered something he had to tell me
"Nexus?" he said as I nodded to him, showing I was all ears. "I got you some partners."
"What are you talking about, boss?" I said in the most calmest tone of voice possible. "I told you. No. More. Part-ners. Period. I work alone and only alone."
"Then who'll guard your back?" He countered. I said nothing, and walked to my desk. I placed my feet on my desk and crossed my arms and just started thinking. Thinking how I could've saved... Jessie. Then I slid open the side drawer of my desk and took out two drawings. One, the pentagram. The second... the devils cross. Both drawing, evenly detailed, with strange marking. I didn't know what the meant. But when I see the tattoos on that person... im gonna empty two shells in his god-forsaken head.