Cause of Death - Flash From The Past Chapter 11.
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Chapter 11- Hatred Hidden In-between The Lines.
You are now Mal Fallon.
Your vision is blacked out and oxygen is getting more tough for you to take in. You try to move your arms but they're clamped shut, you try to shout but all your best efforts are blocked out.
Your head throbs and your memory of what happened is hassie, your recollection has vanished and all you can feel is a consternated throbbing and pain that is attacking your head. You hear the sudden sounds of footsteps appoarching that thump of your ear drums that get closer each time, every step audio, louder then the one before.
Flash of blinding lights shine illuminating the once covered darkness. Through weary vision you manage to see little bits of your surroundings. All you can manage to see is a table with what appears to be two containers filled with an unknown content, you also manage to make out some sort of a big store closet almost like a vault of some kind. A door opens with a rustic sound, before a figure stalks into your dazed vision. You can't make out it's features, it's just a figure to your disorientated vision.
Their is the sudden sound of a phone ringing, you begin to shuffle in attempt that the caller will hear you. But what you don't expect is the voice that comes out from the other end.
"Hello, Mal?." the voice gently floats into the room, hope and will power takes control as soon as you hear her voice, you try to move and make loud noises as possible to let her know that you are here.
As your efforts seem to make her suspicious, your attempts are suddenly silenced when you feel a hard force stricken straight into your gut. You begin to wheeze as the hard blow knocks the wind out of you and snatches your oxygen away, making it harder for you to breathe.
You keep your self utterly still as the harsh tone of the phone rings once again, you know that the person keeping you captive has your phone. And knowing that he is speaking with Natara means that's she could be in danger, you just don't want to put her at risk. But at the same time you stay quiet so you can try and recognize the person's voice.
But instead the line goes dead, and the sound of footsteps approach with a figure that looms over you like a skyscraper blocking out the sun. You can't see anything but a shadow, their is a brief silence of intensively before a rustic chuckles echoes, breaking the deadly silence.
"How sweet, that was you're little girlfriend on the phone but oh wait she isn't your girlfriend is she? Aww...She seemed a little panicked maybe I should reassure her." the voice mockingly spits.
Something inside of you ticks over like a bomb that has just exploded, the rage is aggressive. 'Don't you dare talk about her like that, don't you even bring her into this.' you try to mumble but your words aren't hardly audio-able.
You shake and rattle in anger in the chair trying to break free so you can rip his head off, but it's impossible you're not going anywhere. The figure just laughs at you before answering the ringing phone once again.
"Mal, please talk to me, I need to make sure you're ok...Mal?."
You frantically begin to tip and rock in your chair but the figure ignores you and begins to proceed in tormenting you more. As he talks his voice is filled with a bitterness of pure hatred, not a voice you have ever encounter with before.
"I am sorry but Mal can't come to the phone at the minute he is a bit tired up, but am sure he will try and get back to you as soon as he can." the voice growls.
Natara's voice increases and you can sense she is even more worried, but also knowing she knows that their is something seriously not right.
"Who is this? Where is Mal?...What have you done with hi..." before she has time to finish speaking, the last of her voice is drained out by the line going dead...
You are now Natara Williams.
You wait nervously as his phone rings, awaiting anxiously to hear Mal confronting voice, reassuring you that he is ok. The phone just rings out, before it accepts your call. You expect to hear Mal's charming and soothing voice, but instead it's replaced by crackling and silence. You speak on the phone but all you get back is a chilling silence, and a peculiar sound of clashing metal.
You find this strange and that it is not like Mal not to communicate back with you. Instantly you know something is not right, you try not to loose your composure, as you try to speak to him but all you get is nothing before the buzzing sound of the line going dead.
Hearing the silence, breaks your composure, you are certain something terrible has happened to Mal. You once again dial his number in attempt to communicate with him but instead you are greeted by a rustic growl that replies back to you, when you hear the voice communicate back to you, it's not a voice you know or recognize. Whoever this person is has done something to Mal you can feel in the pit of your stomach.
You know you have to act fast because Mal is in great danger!.
Without another word you grab your car keys and dash towards the exit, but are stopped by Detective Shepard that blocks your path. You don't want him to suspect anything, so you keep your composure: acting like nothing has just happened.
He keeps path blocked as he is stood in your way as he looks at you with an odd and uneasy glare. "Where do you think you're going Natara? Is everything alright?."
His gaze is so dark and spine chilling, almost like he brings a different presents to his normal self.
"Yeah am fine." you lie with your calming composure, not giving anything away.
"Did you find anything at Mal's? Is he okay?." you question, eagerly awaiting a response.
"No, everything seemed to be in order, no signs of a break or any struggle and not even any signs of disturbance. And as for Mal well he wasn't their." he says observing you closely.
You show a puzzled expression sprawl onto your face as you let the new found knowledge sink into your brain, but also you can't help but to replay the memory of the phone call you have just had. "He is lying, or he not telling me everything." you think to yourself.
"Thank you, Jamie I appreciate it, but what puzzles me is, it's strange that Mal has suddenly disappeared straight after Ken was savagely attacked don't you think?." you question him as you keep a intense stare locked onto his devious and mysterious eyes.
Jamie's expression doesn't changes and he walks closer to you, he is almost that close that you can feel the coldness of his breathe on the warmth of your neck, that creates a icy chill which begins to runs into your bloodstream causing your body temperature to decrease instantly, he grabs your arm in a hurtful but tight grip squeezing and twisting in his hold that you can't break out of.
"Maybe it is Natara but isn't everything in life just one big mystery that has clues to solve it."he smirks with the most sinister and dark grin you have ever seen before.
Before he backs away from you, opening your path. "But then again he might need sometime to think and have some space away from everything that has happened, but am sure he will be fine whether he is." Jamie says as his charming self is presented again.
That was one of the weirdest things you have ever witness and found strange about Detective Shepard, it was like his presents suddenly changed, like two complete different people stand before you. You look away from him and head further to the door, he trains his gaze onto you as he smiles.
But before you leave, you turn to look at him once more. "One more thing I forgot to ask Jamie?."
"Oh and that is?."
"By any chance did you see Mal's phone laid about anywhere while you were there, it's just I tired to call it but he never answered." you watch closer as you ask him that question.
Their a pause and hesitant in his response and as before, you know he is lying and that you can't trust him, he knows something or is up to something you can just sense it beneath his deadly eyes.
"N-no, I mean I never really checked to be honest, maybe he has it on silent or the battery has died. Natara am sure he is ok where ever he has got to I promise you...trust me." his gaze slightly more broken and in thought, but then he regains it by smiling charmingly.
But you don't hear him mumbling under his breathe. "Why would she ask about his phone?."
You turn and leave the station...
You are now Ben Grayson.
You pace across the room staring at Detective Fallon as you chuckle in triumph. You know all of his weakness, his strengths, where he works, where lives, what ticks him off, what hurts him the most, and even his darkest secrets from his hidden past. You put a black ski mask on shielding your face from view and gently remove the black cloak that was placed on his head.
You see the anger burn in his eyes of boiling rage, you smirk as he looks more closer at you. But you know you have the upper hand and very soon he will see and feel every inch of pain that he put you in that day, where your life was destroyed.
You step closer to him getting in his face, he rocks violently as you can see he wants to beat you into a pulp, but he can't get to you. You rip the tape from his mouth allowing him to communicate, he spits onto your mask.
You wipe the spit from your mask and move back. "Well, well Detective someone has no manners, that not a kind way to treat your host is it now?." you mock.
"Yeah well neither is kidnapping an officer and tiring him to a goddamn chair is any better. Who the hell are you and what do you want from me?" he questions, anger apparent in his tone of voice.
"All in good time Detective, I'm only just warming up besides it no fun giving it all away, keeping you guessing is alot more fun especially when it involves the people you care about."
"What the hell are you talking about? Answer me!." he yells in rage.
"Oh don't worry Detective you will find out soon enough, but first let's play a game shall we."
"No I don't want to play any of your sick twisted games. I said answer me now!. Who the hell are you and what am I doing here?." he commands.
You stride over to him and learn in close as your fist finds his gut keeping it their making it going further into his chest as you speak. "Listen here Detective I'm in control here, and you will do what I say when I say, because if you don't people's lives are in balance and if you tip that balance let's just say they will be blood and lots of it. That blood will be on your hands Detective not mine." you chuckle as you see his eyes change knowing he can't do a thing about it...he is helpless.
You remove your fist from within his gut and walk over to retrieve his cell phone, he just stares at the floor. You approach him with his phone firmly gripped in your hand, before you grab him by the jaw forcing him to look at you.
You flip the screen to reveal a picture, you can see the horror fill deep within his eyes as he stares blankly at the picture, a smirk or satisfaction crosses your lips.
"See Detective this is what happens when you don't play my games, or follow what I say or listen to me. And until you know why you are here or know who I am, well let's try not to think about the consequences now." you whisper in a low and shallow tone.
You pull the phone away and remove your hand from his jaw as you step back. Mal's eyes locks in a deadly and furious stare.
"You son of a bitch! I will get you back for what you have done I swear of it! If anything has happened to Ken I will hunt you down and personally make you pay and wished you never crossed me." he bellows.
You grin. "Aaa...Aaa...now...now Detective, like I said if you don't follow my instructions this will happen. You don't want anything happening to that lovely partner of yours now do we?."
"You Bastard! Don't you dare bring her into this, don't even mention her name, you touch her or lay a single hair on her head and so god help me I will break ever inch of your sick minded body piece by piece little by little." you can see through his eyes you are getting to him, as the anger of frustration and fury keeps on building.
"Looks like I hit a nerve their Detective, see I know what your biggest weakness is and that is her the only thing you love and care about more than anything and that's your partner Natara."
Mal trains his glare onto you, you can see the frustration in his face, you know you have his attention.
'I have you right where I want you Mal, you're gunna swear that you never wished you took everything away from me that day. I'm going to make you suffer, break you down into little pieces, you're going to relive and feel all the pain I did. I am going to make sure you relive that day from your past!. You will pay!.' you mumble in a hatred tone..
You take a deep breathe and smile from inside of your ski mask that covers your face. "Now that I have your full attention, lets begin."
You are now Natara Williams.
You exit the station and head towards the car park, whilst Detective Shepard was gone checking on Mal. You did your own checking up on Detective Shepard, and found the number to the NYPD, you can still sense that their is still something not right about him and the person he portraits, is not the real him.
You pull out your cell phone and begin to tap the number into your phone, your completely oblivious and unaware that Detective Shepard is glaring at you from the window, with a death and evil glint in his eyes, as he stares at you, he tries to figure out what you are doing from inside your vehicle.
You dial the number as you await an answer from the other end of the phone, it rings out a couple of times before you get your response.
A young man greets you from other end of the line answers, he has a very charming accent, a very similar one to Detective Shepard's. "Hello NYPD, Detective Chapman speaking how can I help you.?."
"Hello Detective Chapman, this is Special Agent Natara Williams from the San Francisco Police Department. I am calling you to enquire about one of your Detectives that was recently transferred to us, three days ago."
Their a pause in the young man's response. "Am sorry Agent Williams none of our Detectives have recently been transferred, can I ask the name of the Detective in which you're enquiring about so I can run a check for you."
"Jamie Shepard."
Their is a brief silence..
"Am sorry Agent Williams their is no records of a Jamie Shepard or him ever working here. He doesn't appear on any of our records of him being in our databases. Are sure you haven't got your wires crossed?." he ass politely
As soon as you are given that information, it feels likes a gunshot has just went off making everything go dusty and at risk. That everything seems to be losing it meaning and life, and once again confirmed Mal's theory. You take a deep breathe before talking on the phone again, trying not to scream as hard as you can, even though the right words seem to be a struggle to get leave you mouth.
"Yeah I think that must be the case, am sorry for taking up your time and thank you Detective Chapman for your corporation. Good day to you."
You hang up your phone, and shock takes effect, everything Mal said was true about Detective Shepard and you brushed it all off, so did everyone. You know now in your heart that something has happened to Mal and that his life is in danger.
You know now the person who is out to get Mal, wasn't just anybody that he was right under your noses the whole time."
You try to speak but your throat goes all dry as your words begin to seize up that don't become audio, all you can do is mouth the name on your lips.
'Detective Shepard.'
Detective Shepard...
To be continued...
