Another kind of filler/ prelude chapter but I hope you enjoy it all the same!
David sat benignly in the hospital bed, his stoic father standing by his side. David had been cleared to leave after the doctor's fixed up his injuries but the detectives his parents had called wanted to meet him there to discuss the case and so they had waited, silently. David tried again, to no avail, to rub the words of his forehead with his left hand. He had scrubbed his face as well as his chest to no avail; the words were as brightly written as the day of the attack a week ago.
The door creaked open and both men looked up in time to see two men, both young in appearance, silently allowing themselves into the white room and closing the door besides them. One, a pink faced blond, held a folder that was no doubt pertaining to the case and the other, a dark skinned dark haired man, held onto a notepad and pencil to take notes on the interview.
"David Karofsky and his father, Robert Karofsky I presume?" the dark skinned man questioned quietly and both men nodded. He jotted something down on the notepad before addressing them again. "I am James Roberts and this is my partner, Jason Michaels. We're here to ask you a few questions about the case and then we will be on our way, alright?" David nodded and braced himself for the questioning. He had little doubt as to who did this to him; the only thing left was to prove it.
"The only thing we are questioning you on today is if you know anyone who would want to do this to you?" The blond, Michaels, asked, handing Roberts the folder and taking the notepad in return. David nodded and thought for a moment how best to explain this.
"I know all four that attacked me. They are part of the McKinley Glee Club – the whole club's got it out for me since their fa- gay friend left," David hastily corrected himself but he could still catch a glimpse at the small frown Michaels wore as he jotted that down.
"And which ones do you believe had done this?" he questioned, his silver eyes boring into David's brown. David again pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Finn Hudson, he's the boyfriend of the girl who fell down the stairs – they blamed me for that accident, and is known to be violent. He was the one who wrote this –" he pointed to the blood red words across his face, "on me." He paused to allow Michaels time to write before continuing. "There was only one girl there, Santana Lopez, she's the school's lesbian bitch," another frown from Michaels following this wording but David ignored it. "and for some reason thought I'd sexually assaulted her girlfriend. She's pretty protective of Berry and I guess wanted 'revenge' or some shit." He waited for them to jot it down before continuing.
"The last two are Noah Puckerman – he's had several priors before this incident, some of violent correlations, and Kurt Hummel." The men seemed to give a slight jump at that one and peered at David in the most peculiar of ways.
"Now, Mr. Hummel, he's filed complaints against you at the school before yes?" Roberts questioned, rifling through the file. David nodded, "he's got no priors on him or any problems at school. A model citizen, in fact. What makes you think he was involved?" David paled slightly. How could he explain to these men how he was most sure Kurt was there? He didn't really want to explain to them how he knew those eyes, the kind that changed colors with the mood Kurt was in, icy blue in anger, brilliant green in annoyance, silver-ish grey when annoyed, and a mixture of them all when happy; a beautiful but rare color for David to see.
He didn't want to explain this to the men, so he lied. "Hummel and Berry are really close, like besties. He would want revenge, I suspect, and thought I was best to take it out on." He shrugged non committedly and slumped back into the bed. The men nodded told them they would be back with news and left the room. David's father left to sign the release papers leaving David to stew in the light of the investigation.
He knew it was wrong, and the guilt of the whole sordid affair was eating him alive, what he did to Rachel and it was something he was going to regret for the rest of his human life. He even felt guilty for what he did to Hummel; he knew why he attacked both of them as well. He was jealous of them, of their perfect little lives where they didn't have to hide who they were.
It sickened him really, what he had become, this monster that went around attacking people smaller than him. People that were guilty of nothing but being who they were or standing for what they believed him and as he lay there he thought of calling off the investigation, coming clean of the whole affair.
But then his father walked in, a small but comforting smile on his lips as he helped his son to his feet, whispering words of encouragement David didn't deserve and promising they would get the 'monsters' that did this to him and David couldn't do it. He couldn't bear to tell his father that he, his youngest child, was the true monster and deserved what came to him.
So he followed his father silently out of the room, wincing at the pain that shot threw him with every step he made as he had 'forgotten' to take his pain medicine, feeling he deserved every painful lurch that descended into him…
Roberts sighed heavily as he slid into the car adjacent Michaels. Michaels himself was rather pale looking, fists clenched hard against the steering wheel. Roberts knew what was wrong, it was common knowledge around the police station how Michaels own son, first born, had been killed in a hate crime. Five men had ganged up and beaten his child to death when was naught fifteen and it still haunted him.
He gently placed a hand on him whispering, "Don't worry about it. Let's just solve this crime and be done with it." Michaels looked back at him murderously; his own gaze seemingly telling him how much he doubted David Karofsky deserved this justice. Roberts agreed, of course, but it wasn't their job to decide who deserved justice and who didn't, so he gestured for Michaels to drive and he did so, putting their small police car into reverse.
Roberts sighed again, sometimes he hated his job. When he had to help a homophobic boy who had probably almost killed a girl get 'justice' on the people who had avenged her, he really hated his job.
Don't worry, all this seemingly randomness does help with the plot! The next chapter is them interviewing all of their suspects and some Rachel healing moments. I hope you enjoyed it all and I would love to hear your ideas! Also, if you were wondering, Karofsky's ideas as to who attacked him were right. Just thought you should know that because I doubt it will ever be stated outright in the actual story. Until next time!