Ch 2... Fun! I was pretty surprised by how Ch. 1 turned out. I didn't really intend it to have a "horror movie" ending, but it's really hard to predict how the end result of my writing will turn out. What I really don't get is that when I write something, it gets almost instantly buried under other stories. :P Sorry this took so long, I got really distracted and had writer's block (and then a new idea). Plus, I started looking (yeah... looking... heh heh) at the role play forums... So, yeah. I'll give you a smiley sticker if you review!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Cause of Death, or EA, or anything affiliated with the previously stated. If I did, I would be sitting in a mansion, basking in my multi-million dollars, certainly having better things to do than suing early-teenage fangirls who just so happen to use a fantastic idea like CoD to write a story and state how they own nothing and should not be sued. (If you got any of that...)
I played the now airing. They totally ripped off my six cups of coffee idea! Grr. I was going to make Kai all hyper and insane! So here's a letter, for you CoD level designers if you read fanfic .net.
Dear CoD level designers,
I did not rip off your idea, you ripped off mine. I wanted to make Kai all hyper and insane from caffeine, but you took the idea before I put the rest down in words. I would appreciate it if you didn't sue me for having Kai drink six cups of coffee, because in my defense, I just didn't get online:P Sincerely, Kyle, AKA: MusicalMajesty. P.S. We NEED more funny Kalaba moments. ^_^
You are now Special Agent Natara Williams
-4:50-
"This doesn't make any sense... The victim of the previous murder was a DNA match to our primary suspect. Could we possibly have another 'hand of justice' type case?" You catch bits and pieces of snippy remarks from the crew.
"God, I hope not!"
"The killer's pretty screwed up"
"I hate this damn case."
"No, that's stupid!"
"Of course you would have that idea."
You finally say "Hey! We need to focus on the case, not on attacking each other. Must I remind you that we're a team?" Everyone nods but glares at you. Are you the only one used to waking up early?
-6:30-
You don't notice Mal trudge up to your desk, until he snaps, "Damn, Natara, how are you working so well? My god, I can barely sign my name! And Kai's crappy coffee doesn't help much either." you chuckle a little and he glares at you.
"Well," you reply, "you just need to adjust. I swear, if you don't feel fine with waking up by the time the case gets solved, there's something wrong.
He replies, "Uh, thanks I guess." And walks away, just like that. No further acknowledgments, no talking. "Gosh," you think, "everyone is really mean and grouchy today."
You are now Detective Mal Fallon.
"God damn it!" You holler across the precinct after knocking over a coffee mug for the third time. You just can't seem to pick yourself up from three hours of sleep last night. You probably would have been better off not sleeping at all. You investigate some pictures. The two victims were both male, both had brown hair, and were both over 6 feet tall. Oddly, though, both victims were left just laid down on their front yard with shots to the side of their head. Both were done at close range. The second victim struggled, but the first one had no signs of struggle. A thought comes through your head. What if the murders were done by two different people? But it is pushed aside by
"Why can't I keep a cup of coffee on my desk?" and
"Why the heck do San Franciscans have such screwed-up minds?"
-7:30-
You start to actually feel the effects of the energy drinks you had. You feel buzzed, but totally in control. It's as if your body went into hyperdrive. You feel wide awake as you examine evidence, and suddenly, something clicks.
"The victim," you think, "She killed a killer in self-defense, and now she's trying to relive it by killing more! She probably thinks it's still self defense." You skitter across the bullpen like an excited puppy running for a biscuit, towards Natara's office.
"Nat, Nat!" You practically yell, "I've found something!"
She replies, "What'd you find?"
"Well," you say, calming down, "The victim killed a killer in self defense, right? So, what if she was trying to relive that first kill?" Natara looks like she's in deep thought.
She finally replies, "It's possible, but it doesn't seem likely. She would know that she's already in the forensic system, and already being watched by the police. I wouldn't rule it out just yet, but it doesn't seem likely at the moment. You stare at her a moment and walk back to your office in defeat. You had this feeling in your gut that this was more than just a serial killer.
-7:45-
You are now Data Analyst Amy Chen (A girl can dream, right?)
"Kai, how much coffee did you drink today?"
"Um, just a cup, Amers." He replies, obviously lying. He is shaking, and having trouble sitting down for more than 30 seconds.
You reply, easily, "Now, how many did you really have?"
"I, uh, lost count at six." He says, kicking some styrofoam cups under his desk. It looked like at least eight cups under there. You giggle and get back to work, secretly watching Kai.
Working quietly, Kai suddenly yells, "Whoooooooooo! I have a job where I get to type and search on a computer!" You roll your eyes.
10 minutes later, you turn around to see Kai in your face, saying, "Amy-wamy, Amy-wamy, Amy-wamy! I mustache you a question." You notice the 'mustache' part, but still go along with it.
"What's your question?" You ask.
"Oh, I don't know," he replies, "I think I'll shave it for later! Get it? Because, you know, mustache, sha-"
"I know." You say coldly, cutting him off.
Throughout the day, you find yourself asking him various questions such as, "Why are you google searching ' Lego Indiana Jones, the Video Game'?" and,
"Is this a picture of Rob Pattinson that you uploaded to my desktop?" The little 'stunts' he performs get worse and more crazy. When you feel like you can't take it anymore, you hear a snore, and see him asleep, his face on the keyboard, and you wonder, "How?"
-5:30-
You are now Detective Mal Fallon. You trudge out of the precinct with a stabbing headache. "Never again." you mutter. "I will never again drink three huge cans of energy drink in one morning. Though you live close enough to walk to the precinct, like you did this morning, you call a cab home. It takes all your attention to not fall asleep right there in the back seat. You pay the cab driver and tip him generously. You were watching everyone else leave the precinct, all stumbling out as tired as you, and you worry a little. Most of them drove home. Thank god Natara was immune to tiredness or whatever. She'd be fine. You fall asleep right there, Natara consuming your thoughts.
-4:30-
You are now Aryanna Kune
As you pull off your shoes at your next victim's house, you wonder, "Why is this right?" You feel a pang of guilt. But, you might as well go through before you get arrested. You silently open the door and creep inside, wondering about yourself for feeling guilty for an unfaithful man. One down, countless others to go.
When you take the last stab with him on top of you, you savor the feeling of the hot blood dropping down your neck. Then you smirk at his patheticness, and you run. He moans and tries to sit up, but then falls dead silent. You feel the power again. The wave consuming every ounce of your body, and you realize that you are the true winner. You will never get in trouble. You will prevail.