This chapter's a little short, but... Whatever, it's important, okay? I promise, I'll get the next one out sooner, and that one will be longer.
Oh, and as for the police thing, I didn't bother to do research to make it realistic, so let's just say that their (Hyrule) system is different than ours...
Disclaimer on my profile.
Link sat in the small interrogation room, his feet once again doing the same nervous dance they had been doing when he was encountered by the police. He let out a breath, looking at the walls shod in dull beige carpet, then checked his phone and called Sheik when he saw that he hadn't responded to his texts.
"What?" His voice was biting and tired, quieter than usual.
"Calm down, I just want to know how Midna's doing." Sheik breathed out, his sigh rattling in the receiver.
"She passed out on the way here, and she actually just got taken in to see a doctor, because there was some major traffic thing downtown, and all of the people here are incompetent assholes. But I guess her fever spiked by a lot last night. Right now she's getting a drip or something in her arm for dehydration, and she's sleeping."
"So she's okay? Like, not dying or anything?" Link could practically hear Sheik rolling his eyes.
"Yes Link. She's fine. Now please, just don't call me again." There was silence on the other end, and Link pulled the phone from his ear and stared at it, confirming that yes, his housemate had hung up on him like that. Shaking his head, Link tucked the phone back into his pocket just as someone finally entered the windowless room. A scowling Twili man carrying a Styrofoam cup of coffee walked into the room.
"Feyser should be here in a minute." His voice was reedy and soft, his pale blue lips barely moving as he spoke. His eyes were pupilless, whiteless orbs of bright orange, and his hair was maroon, wildly curly, and short. Midna's exotic appearance was now trumped by this guy's, whoever he was. The Twili offered him the Styrofoam cup, and Link took it carefully, blowing on it before sipping. The man studied him without blinking, and Link stopped drinking for a second, confused.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely. The Twili shook his head.
"Yes. Can I borrow your phone? I have to make a call, and the phone lines are down?" He phrased the last part like a question, but the Hylian didn't notice when he held his breath. Link shrugged.
"Sure, I don't mind." He fished the phone out of his pants, quickly drew the design to unlock it with his thumb, then passed it to the Twili with a small smile. The officer's face was impassive as he took it and walked out of the interrogation room without another word. Link stared at the blue back of his uniform until the door closed, then sighed and sank back in his chair, occasionally sipping from the cup in front of him. The watery coffee had gone cold by the time the door opened again, and the Twili man poked his head inside.
"Thanks," he said shortly, striding over and tossing the phone on the table. Link winced as it clattered to a stop right in front of him. He looked back up, and the Twili man was gone. Link didn't pay it another thought when the door opened and yet another officer walked in. This one was a Gerudo woman with long, thick red hair pulled back in a braid flipped over her shoulder. She wore enough makeup to look flawless, but not enough to look trampy; her pencil skirt touched her knees and wasn't overly tight. She was nothing like the Gerudo Link knew. This one was all business.
She smiled at him, the warm grin and even teeth mismatching the cold, calculating look in her amber eyes. "Hello Mr. Greene. I'm Aveil Spears. It's very nice to meet you." He only looked warily at her hand.
"Where's Feyser?" he asked bluntly. One auburn eyebrow rose.
"Mr. Rowe isn't available right now," she answered just as shortly, waving him off while she sat down across from Link. "How are you doing?" Aveil asked in a sugary sweet voice. Link shifted uneasily; her unblinking stare was starting to freak him out a little.
"I'm fine, I guess," he mumbled. Her smile grew wider, and she propped her chin on her hands. Her nails were painted the exact shade of fresh blood.
"Feyser said something about a statement."
"I'm afraid that won't be necessary anymore." Link felt his face twist up in confusion before he could process the information further.
"What do you mean?" Aveil reached for his hand, but he yanked it away. "Don't touch me," he bit out, "and answer the question." The Gerudo sighed before tilting her chair back and folding her hands on her stomach.
"Mr. Greene, I'm second in command of the police force, and I'm in charge of PR." She said this with an air of self-importance, as if she expected him to start fawning over her, but he did nothing, only stared at her stonily.
"So what?" Her brow furrowed in distaste, and she rolled her eyes. She soon seemed to remember the fact that she was supposed to be acting genial, so her smile came back on full wattage, teeth glimmering in the dim light of the interrogation room.
"That means I'm in charge of making sure that the people continue to feel safe with the police department guarding them," she simpered. "If some naughty little boy continues to spread nasty rumors about how the police didn't respond to an emergency call, then the people don't feel safe, now do they?" Aveil finished all this with a patronizing fluttering of her eyelashes, and Link's jaw dropped.
"B-but, they're not rumors!" he sputtered out. "I have Zelda on tape saying that she called the police, and they hung up on her!" He stood up, his hands clenched into fists. The Gerudo stared coolly at him, her smile gone, the remaining legs of her chair thunking to the ground as she leaned forward.
"Sit down, Mr. Greene." She pointed to the chair with those same blood tipped fingers, but he stood there seething for a second, then walked over to the door. She didn't even turn around, not even when he let out a stream of curses when he tried the handle.
"Unlock the door!" he shouted, turning back to the woman who hadn't even deigned him worthy of her attention. She inspected her nails, humming slightly to herself while he paced, shouted, tried the door a couple more times, then finally walked behind her, sagging slightly in defeat and a fury so strong that it left him exhausted. The thought of punching her in the face if she ever turned around crossed his mind, but she seemed to read his intentions quickly, her head tilting up from the fascinating subject of her cuticles.
"Mr. Greene, if you touch me, even brush against me, I will have you arrested for assault on a police officer." She said to the empty chair in front of her. He let out an angry snort through his nose. "I suggest you sit down before you do something you'll regret later while you sit in a cell." He let out a final angry sigh, then stuffed his fists in his pockets and stalked back over to the chair opposite the bureaucrat. Link stared at his knees until she said softly, "Look at me, Mr. Greene." His lip curled, but he lifted his head for a second. He almost launched himself across the table when he saw a smug smirk twisting her aquiline features, but he only tensed and curled in on himself, his gaze returning to the table. Her head cocked to the side, her grin growing.
"Now Mr. Greene, we have a deal for you. You cease spreading these nasty, nasty rumors, and we don't arrest you for the murder of Zelda Nohansen." Link's heart jumped up into his throat, and he gasped sharply, gagging on some of his spit.
"What are – what are you talking about?! I-I didn't kill Zelda!" He choked out in between coughs, his blue eyes wide with shock and fear. "I did- I could-"
"Well, if you didn't do it, then who did?" The innocent look on Aveil's face was almost enough to set him off again, but he felt his anger rotting away, slowly being replaced by terror and guilt.
(LINK, PLEASE WAKE UP-)
"But I have-" His voice cracked, and he coughed one more time before speaking again. "I have the voicemails on my phone. That's proof!"
"Really? Let me see. Put it on speaker." The gleeful grin on her face didn't tip Link off as he opened his phone and promptly saw that there was an issue. The screen was a mess of static and black, the background picture cutting in with random, colored pixels.
"Having an issue?" He glared at her, but she only raised her chin in triumph.
"Tell anyone what transpired, and we will arrest you in connection with Miss Nohansen's death." She sighed, then beamed brightly. "Well, Mr. Greene, it was lovely getting to talk to you, but I have more important things to do." Aveil pushed out her chair, watching Link's face get steadily redder.
"You bitch…" he said quietly when she was halfway to the door. She stopped mid-step, then turned, a beatific smile on her face.
"I'm just doing my job, Mr. Greene." And with that, she swept out of the room in a cloud of perfume that weighed down the air, heavy and oppressive.
Well then. Was anything a surprise? I'm going to guess yes, but hey, you never know. You could be psychic, my friends, you just didn't know it :D
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Until later,
~Eva
