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Chapter 8: The last victims of the Black Prom

Daniel was sat on his bed watching television on his laptop. He was drinking beer and drinking heavily, there were several cans and bottles on the floor along with a few bottles of whisky. He went to close his eyes but he could see McHale, he could see the way he looked on that night.

It was so dark and quiet but there was so much going on. He had just forced McHale to start running, George was trying to stop him but, he was screaming but he couldn't stop Daniel.

''Stop this now.'' George said as he waved his gun at him but he had to intention to fire. Daniel had his gun in the air, pointed at the priest. He went to push the gun down but Daniel had fired it. It felt like everything had slowed down. The recoil of the gun pushed his hand back whilst the bullet travelled sixty miles an hour and hit the man's throat.

The bullet pierced through his skin but lodged in the neck. He fell to the ground and smacked the ground, he could not get back up. Daniel and George walked up to the drying man, they turned him over to look at him, the man who had killed was now dying. They looked down on him as he started to choke, he couldn't breathe but the blood was gushing through his neck and mouth. McHale had gone purple and had stopped choking.

''He's dead.'' George said.

''He ran, right?'' Daniel asked in a panic, the adrenaline had started to go down, it was no longer at the peak.

''You killed him, I'm not going to cover you.'' George replied, he was angry and annoyed at the thought of Daniel wanting that.

''We're in this together.'' Daniel argued as he pointed to the dead priest who didn't even make it fifteen meters.

''What's going on?'' A policeman asked as he appeared in the distance. Several more started to follow him, there was at least six who were walking up to them.

''...He ran.'' George said as he looked around.

Daniel was still in his bedroom, he finished his beer and got out another. He found himself looking at porn but he was not that interested. He walked over to his stereo and just played some bass music. He stood in the room, almost hypnotised by his thoughts. He could see it all right in front of him.

Margaret had been showing symptoms of Schizophrenia which made her behave and treat Carrie erratically. Ralph tried to stop her but he was struggling to juggle the ladies and his job issues. Carrie was bullied anyway at school, her religious mother could control her however she wanted when Ralph was at work which caused Carrie to do things which isolated her except for Arthur; the son of one of Ralph's friends and school friend. The two would go away with McHale and the rest of the kids to a camp where McHale would abuse Carrie sexually as he had done before. You see, Carrie helped out at the church after school so she could avoid Margaret but that meant McHale could put his hands all over her. ralph was killed when he found out about McHale and it was covered up to look like an accident but others should have known better. The abuse was allowed to carry on until she started to show telekinesis which then lead to the Black prom and the massacre that happened.

He picked up the red hat on his nightstand, the one from the massacre and put it on as he continued to visualise it. How did he cover it up? He knew John Hargensen had something to do with it, it made sense. The two were great friends and often seen in public together and he would have done it but why?

''You ok?'' George asked as he walked in, soaking wet, it must have been raining.

''Help yourself to a towel.'' Daniel said as he threw the hat onto the bed.

''How you feeling?'' George asked as he looked at what was on the computer, a little disgusted he turned it off.

''I haven't slept much but I have drunk a little too much.'' Daniel said as he sat down on the bed.

''Hurry up, we've got to get this done.'' George said as he threw Daniel a coat, he didn't want to take him with him but he had no choice.

George and Daniel were sat in a meeting, they were presenting their case. They were handing out the case notes to their fellow but higher up officers. They looked through the notes and watched the presentation. Daniel was sat down, he said he had the flu whilst Daniel showed them what they had found.

''So you think Hargensen has something to do with this ring?'' The police captain asked as he went through the case notes.

''I thought you were brought in to find out whether this was Carrie's fault or not?'' Another captain asked, he was from another precinct and helping out with the investigation.

''We are sure of it and it was not completely her fault.'' George replied but it did not work on the captains.

''Because she was bullied? This was a high school massacre.'' The second captain replied. He was called Captain Wilson, a large black man wearing a pinstripe suit, he looked like a gangster from a black and white movie.

''She had telekinesis.'' Daniel slurred, it brought the attention of everyone in the room who probably realised that he was drunk.

''She had a bomb and a gun.'' Wilson replied but the two detectives were still trying to defend their case.

''Sir, we have scientific evidence to support that she had telekinesis.'' George argued.

''A few notes from a couple of scientists. Look, we're going to have to say this was the result of bullying, she took a gun, her fathers old one and created a bomb using some items she found in a house and church.'' Wilson explained, the other captains were not going to argue with him.

''What about the abuse?'' George asked.

''What about it? Look as far as I'm concerned, this is over.'' Wilson replied.

''That bastard is corrupt.'' Daniel texted to George, George checked the message and nodded at Daniel.

Later that day the captains had released the press statement saying that Carrie had let off a bomb and killed members of the Ultras in an attempt to get revenge. Daniel and George were drinking coffee in the park, they were not in the mood.

''What are we going to do about Wilson?'' George asked as he sipped the coffee.

''Report him to internal affairs? I'm not to sure really what we can do.'' Daniel suggested but he didn't really care, all he could think about was McHale, he could see him at the corner of his eye.

''Hargensen would have bribed him right? Who else is there?'' George asked.

''Nobody, there is nobody else.'' Daniel explained.

Arthur was eating dinner whilst walking down the street. He had got a burger to take out and was certainly tucking into it. His mouth was covered in ketchup but as he tried to wipe it away he discovered that the ketchup had simply transferred to his sleeve, this made him annoyed at his own stupidity.

''You hungry?'' John Hargensen said as he got out of his car, he noticed the burger and thought himself stupid.

''Only a little.'' Arthur replied.

''Fancy a second lunch then?'' John asked as he pointed to a small cafe on the corner.

''I was never much of a Hobbit.'' Arthur replied.

''I think you should come with me anyway.'' John said. Arthur followed but was reluctant about it, he started to think, he wanted to know if there was anything he could hit John with if it got out of hand.

The two were sat in the restaurant, they were staring at their menus but neither of them were interested in their food. The elephant of the room was why they were here but neither of them would bring it up.

''Why am I here?'' Arthur asked, tired of the tension he decided to get rid of the Elephant.

''The priest, the trial…...Carrie.'' John said as he put the menu down.

''What about them?'' Arthur asked. He took a sip of his water but then pushed it to the side so he could lean forward.

''It's over, you can stop now.'' John said with a smug grin.

''McHale was a monster.'' Arthur protested.

''And so was Margaret, she pushed Carrie to the edge along with the Ultras. You can stop, you just look foolish.'' John argued, he sounded like his lawyer self.

''Are you trying to stop me from testifying?'' Arthur asked.

''To what? There will be no trial, barely a hearing. They will just take a statement and blame it on the first person they can think of. There will be no justice for anyone because the only people who deserve justice are dead.'' John argued, he was close to yelling but held himself back.

''Are?'' Arthur asked, he thought it was only Carrie who needed justice.

''Christian Casey, Freddy Holt, Charlie Olive, Jasmine and Chloe Fletch plus so many more…..The innocents who died at your girlfriends PMS fuelled bitch fit.'' John practically spat as he held in the scream to accompany it.

''It wasn't the PMS, that was the shower thing.'' Arthur corrected. The tension had started to increase, both wanted to stab each other with the sharpest thing they could find.

''That's what the media said and that crazy Rita…..You're fuelling it. How about this, I'll give you two-hundred thousand dollars and you leave.'' John said. He was trying to pull Arthurs strings, the poor teengar who wants to travel the world.

''You have that much?'' Arthur asked.

''Every year I put money into an account for Chris where the interest would grow...Useless now.'' John said with a hint of remorse but he quickly perked up.

''...No.'' Arthur said after hesitating.

''Well then, you're a fucking idiot.'' John said with a villainous smirk.

''I don't take bribes.'' Arthur said, trying to be the better man.

''How noble of you. This is a first for you.'' John said. Arthur was confused and annoyed by this statement.

''Meaning?'' Arthur asked after resisting the temptation to stab him.

''You left her, you were always leaving her to die...Her death is your fault….And you know it.'' John said. He left as Arthur began to dwell on that thought but he threw an envelope onto the table, Arthur just stared at it.

Later that night Arthur was stood in his bathroom. He was back at his mothers for a few days and then would probably head back to Sues, he was a little bit unsure where he wanted to be for a while. He looked at the envelope, he had opened to find the check and a picture of Carrie. The picture was to remind him of the crime he had committed, he had left his first love to become the one thing she did not want to become.

''I'm sorry.'' Arthur texted to everyone on his contact list. He looked at his reflection, it was just not Carrie in his head though, there was more. McHale was supposed to guide him but ended ruining his life, how was he meant to recover from that? He thought, he felt responsible for the death of Ralph….He should have said something. The deaths of all of the people who died in the massacre were on his shoulders, the twisted logic sprinted through his mind. Maybe John was correct, maybe it was his fault that Carrie did this….Maybe it was his fault.

A few hours later George arrived at the house, he had been tipped ff that thre was a problem with Arthur. There was an ambulance outside the front with a police car, people had started to crowd round despite it being late into the night. He walked up to the door waving his police badge around so that he could get inside. His phone started to ring, it made him jump as he walked towards the bathroom.

''Hey Daniel.'' George said as he walked into the bathroom. There was blood everywhere, it was dripping from the sink and had painted the mirror. He had no idea how there could be that much but there was.

''So what is going on?'' Daniel asked. He couldn't go since he was going to go and meet someone in Internal affairs about the corruption.

''Arthur is dead...It's a suicide.'' George said as he walked up to the body on the floor. There was a white blanket over the body but as he removed it so he could see the face...He was shocked and wanted to throw up.

''Fuck.'' Daniel said. He was at his desk, waiting to meet the guy. He slammed his fist onto the desk, his mug jumped into the air which caused some coffee to be spilt on some documents.

''We know he had attempted it before. He was on a lot of meds.'' George said as he looked through the medicine cabinet, there was at least six different prescription medicines for depression and anxiety.

''Now what?'' Daniel asked as he cleaned up his desk.

''Hang on…..He met up with John, he bribed him.'' George said. He was handed the envelope with the check and picture in an evidence bag.

''And it drove him to suicide?'' Daniel asked. George just looked at an officer walk with a razer blade in a tube.

''John also gave him a picture of Carrie…..I think he triggered this.'' George said as he looked at a school picture of Carrie.

''Asshole.'' Daniel said. He tried not to smash the mug but he was squeezing it in his hand.

''Whatever you are thinking, don't do it. Go home and sleep.'' George yelled down the phone but Daniel had hung up before he could get an answer.

Sue was walking down the street. She had been informed by the police about Arthur and just wanted to get drunk. She walked into the bar, it smelt of beer and piss but it did not put her off. The daughter was left at home with her mother, she just needed a drink...A long awaited drink. She sat at the bar and time had passed along with bottles of beer.

''Mind if I take this seat?'' John said as he sat down next to Sue. He took a few peanuts and looked around.

''What do you want?" The bartender asked as Sue took a large gulp of her beer, she was afraid to get up incase she fell over.

"Just a beer." John said. He got his beer and handed the man a large bill, he got his change and just looked at Sue.

''But why are you here?" Sue leaned in. She seemed to glare at John, she never did like him very much.

''Just thought I'd have a drink.'' John defended himself as he took a sip of the cheap beer.

''I thought you would drink at the hotel with all the other suits.'' Sue argued.

''A change of scenery.'' John said as he looked around. He focused on the two drunk, overweight mechanics who were attempting to play pool but couldn't even see straight enough to play.

''They do say it is healthy.'' Daniel said as he walked inside. It had just started to rain and he was drenched, he stared at John like a lion stares at a zebra. He walked over to the two and pulled up a stool.

''How are you doing Daniel?'' John asked in a passive aggressive manor.

''Never mind the bullshit…..I heard you met up with Arthur today.'' Daniel hissed at him, he grabbed a beer from the bar and started to down it.

''Yeah I did.'' John said. Sue was too afraid to move, the two men looked like they were about to start a gunfight.

''You're a cunt Hargensen.'' Daniel said bluntly.

''I think you've been drinking detective.'' John replied with a smug grin, Daniel tightened his grip on the bottle.

''Dutch courage. Did you hear? About the trial.'' Daniel asked.

''Please tell me.'' John replied.

''One of your bitches has gone against it, they're going to say it was her fault and nothing could have been done to prevent it.'' Daniel explained. He took a handful of peanuts and shoveled them into his mouth.

''So your job is done?'' John asked, he was clearly mocking him and Daniel clearly hated it.

''Pretty much.'' Daniel replied.

''What's your next case? McHales death...I'm sure I could help with that.'' John asked. Daniel realised that John knew what he had done.

''Some lawyer up his own ass lost a lot of blood….Need to find out who slit his throat.'' Daniel said with a sinister tone.

''Oh really?'' John asked.

''Yeah.'' Daniel replied.

George was racing home, he wanted to make sure Daniel wasn't going to do anything he shouldn't do. He was close to Daniels home but as he started to pull up he saw that the car was gone and the lights were off.

''Where the fuck are you?'' George asked himself.

John staggered out of the bar, he had a few too many to drink. He walked up to his car and started to untangle his keys. The heavy rain was making them slip right out of his shaking hands.

''Not drink driving are you? I might have to arrest you...Still go free through.'' Daniel said as he walked out with Sue, he was going to walk her home so she wouldn't get hurt.

''What can you do?'' John said as he leaned against the car.

''Find justice.'' Daniel said. He felt the gun that was above his ass.

''What the fuck?'' John asked, he was a little drunk and just wanted to punch Daniel.

''Justice, is what we deserve. You have ruined so many lives….Not just the families from the prom but you have corrupted the police, the cops and the people…..There is no justice because you just pay people off...You are responsible for Arthur's death, Ralphs and all the others McHales tendencies ruined.'' Daniel said. Sue looked up at him in fear, she was terrified about what he was going to do.

''Got proof?'' John asked.

''I do apologise...Turns out I was gonna shoot you not slit your throat.'' Daniel then pulled out his gun and shot John twice in the chest. Sue started to scream and the people from the bar walked outside to see what was going on. George pulled up and sprinted out, he was too late. He grabbed the gun from Daniel and looked him straight in the eye.

"What have you done?'' George asked as he looked at his friend who had zoned out of reality.

Daniel was sat in a police holding cell. George walked inside and handed Daniel a cheeseburger, it was closer to the morning now but the sun was not up.

''Where did you get this?'' Daniel asked as he took a bite out of the burger.

''Microwave.'' George replied as he looked at Daniel.

''Ah.'' Daniel said, he quickly finished the burger.

''Why did you do it?'' George asked.

''I know what Carrie went through. When I was a kid I moved to the country, I hated the country air I was used to towns. I loved sci-fi movies, it was an obsession but the other kids thought I was weird. They called me alien, turned what I loved against me and I just hated it. I was always trying to make myself ill so I didn't have to go….Teacher didn't care and neither did my parents.'' Daniel explained.

''Shit.'' George said. He felt bad for his friend, he did but he needed to know.

''Why should people like me and Carrie be the victims? There is no justice when men like him go around doing what they want? Same with McHale, they're monsters.'' Daniel stated.

''So you killed them? Doesn't that make you one of them.'' George replied. It seemed like Daniel wasn't aware of what he had done.

''She did the same…..I guess there are more people like her than she thought.'' Daniel said, he started to stare off into the distance.

''Did you know I investigated Cinderella whilst you were off being yourself?'' George asked.

''Why?'' Daniel asked as he looked up at his friend.

''Think about it. The handsome prince finds the pretty but ugly girl and takes her to the dance then something happens which causes it to go haywire.'' George explained, Daniel liked it.

''Then you get your happy ending.'' Daniel said.

''Not in this world….This world is too twisted for things like that. You're going away Daniel, you know that right?'' George asked. Daniel just simply nodded and then layed down on his bed.

''He knew about McHales death….He knew I killed him.'' Daniel said as George was about to leave.

''The last victim.'' George said as he closed the door.

''What happened?'' The captain asked as George walked out.

''Some dumb anti-bullying message and a cinderella.'' George replied. The captain just looked confused but handed him a folder.

''Look, there was another massacre. Just like this one but these two detectives are struggling.'' The captain explained.

''Oh right?'' George said.

''They think it was a telekinesis based massacre. Just go and have a word with them, it's about a girl called Rachel Lang.'' The captain said as George looked through the folder.

Well I hope you enjoyed and please review. I know it was long but what did you think? Should there be a sequel? I think I would do a new pair of detectives but let me know what you think. Thanks for reviewing and enjoying the the story so until next time, have fun.