Author's Note: Chapter 14's out, Please Read and Review!
"You know Bolly, I'm starting to think that this is a bad idea." Gene was apparently not kidding over this. Hypnotism always seemed to be an occult freakish-looking thing that somehow gets associated with the devil.
"Well at least it isn't a lobotomy, Gene." Alex was now preparing the whole hypnotism set all psychologists used.
"A lobotowhat!" Gene always felt stupefied the fact that Alex decide to use some medical term he was not familiar of.
"It's definitely not something you'd like to know, Gene, trust me on that." Gene decided to shut up, he didn't want to hear gory details.
"There's nothing to fear over this, Gene, Nothing to fear." Alex got herself prepared, it seems that she wasn't going to use whatever instrument she's got but decides to use the voice.
"Well let us begin, keep your eyes closed" Gene was caught off surprise over this, he thought Alex needed more time to prepare whatever scientific bloody experiment he was going to do.
One could hear the Spanish music of Recuerdos De La Alhembra ringing throught the CD player
"What the….." Gene didn't like the tune of a Spanish song, and he definitely didn't like Guitar, some poofy musicians would use it, he would say.
"I want you to relax now Gene, and picture yourself at a Sun Paradise….."
"Well I'm in paradise now." Gene's short blurts seemed to show treatment was not going into a good start.
"Take this seriously Gene, if not those flashbacks will get back at you." Alex was noticeably blunt this time, and definitely bemused over Gene's disruptions.
"You are walking into a castle, a very ancient castle…." The guitar chords of Recuerdo De La Alhembra continue to sing the same tune, but strangely it did seem pretty hypnotic.
"At this ancient castle, is where your memories are cast in gold boxes…." Alex's cool and sultry voice also seemed to double that effect to marvel.
"These memories, your childhood…."
"Childhood…" Gene didn't need to go into a trance to know that, but Alex could differentiate one person who has went into trance and one who has not. Gene was at a trance.
"What do you picture there?" Alex was now slightly eager to learn the response, any curt response will definitely ensure Alex's next option, a big slap in the face.
"Young child, playing football, looking at City scarfs around the house….." Gene was looking dreamy now, his eyes closed, he was somehow now in peace.
"Continue…."
"Young child, playing football till he's a teen, walking around like a skinny lad, watching City play in Maine, looking at those police blue hats…."
"Admiring them?"
"Yes, admiring those blue hats, as they maintain law and bloody order…"
"What else?"
"I can't see much, I only know Dad's abusive drunk self appeared outside Maine Road, nearly got whacked by United, policeman saved his life."
"Who?"
"Some guy I don't know, but I only know he's a copper."
"Then what happened?" Alex's voice was still as sultry and calm as ever, though she began to dread the part where the flashbacks started to begin.
It wasn't his childhood that suffered the flashbacks, it was right from the time near his death till now, that the flashbacks enter into Gene's subconscience.
"I became a copper, PC, blue badge out there… I can see it, feeling proud, feeling bloody proud as lanky lad of the day…"
"Started patrolling and then…."
"And then what?" Alex kept her voice calm though she was slightly alarmed now.
"And then…"
"BANG! BANG!"
"HAHA…."
Gene immediately awoke from the trance, this was pretty unexpected for Alex but Gene felt even more tired and was suddenly gasping from breath.
"What happened, Gene?" Alex immediately gave Gene a glass of plain water, though Gene actually wanted a glass of wine.
"Was opening another bloody golden box, then heard two gunshots and a damn bloody loud laugh from a shadow…."
"What shadow?"
"Don't know." Gene gulped and obviously looking more tired than he was.
"I think you're too tired to continue now, Gene." Alex was right, first experiences usually are more traumatic.
"Can you tell me what the bloody hell is this session about, Bolly."
"Gene, this is called Psychological Hypnotic healing, it's a technique to allow both patient and psychologist to understand what's going on inside your brain, what causes these flashbacks."
"Well it doesn't seem to bloody work!" Gene was back to his old self again.
"It takes time, Gene." Alex's explanation made sense.
"Why didn't you become a doctor, Drake?" Gene was curious to know.
"I believe in the law." Alex's huge smile got Gene's glass of wine to meet with her's.
"You know Gene, that treatment might heal those flashbacks, but you need to know that there's a team of souls waiting to go up there."
"Your temper would only distance them from you, and when the devil comes….." Gene's eyes suddenly lit up again, it was as if he heard something that he shouldn't hear again.
"When the devil comes, I will face that bloody war again…." Gene knew how it felt.
"Not just you, Gene, you're not alone. There's me, remember?" Gene smiled as Alex got her head resting on Gene's shoulder. It was a good memory to keep as Alex stopped playing the poofy classics and got them Herb Alpert instead.
"Morning!" It was DCI Drake's second day in the office, and the officers decided it was best to say at least a simple Good morning, or even simpler Aye, ma'am!
"So what have you left off."
"We left off the whole family, which we are repairing it."
"Screw the repair works, let's get those bloody children nicked." Gene was at a mood of arresting.
"It's too early, Guv."
"Why, they're in school?" Alex asked.
"Today's your day," Phyllis entered and threw a newspaper on Drew's desk.
"Both schools declared a holiday today, to celebrate some achievement or whatsoever."
"That's great, isn't it?" Katherine thought the school headmasters were a bit too liberal to declare holidays in free will. Yet again may I remind you all this is Galex's world.
"Yes, great day to smash open their doors and give those two families a good old bloody morning glory!"
"Why?"
"Because we need to find what connections do the youths of both families have, only then we can know the killer's motive and catch the killer." Alex was stating the bare obvious to Benito.
"You need a search warrant, Guv." Gene looked at Katherine, while Alex managed a brief smile.
"Here's my warrant." Gene took his handcuffs out with the gun armed.
"Let's bring down these twats to Fenchurch, shall we?" Gene showed a triumphant smile as Phyllis could only shake her head while the rest of the team moved out of the office. A lot more paperwork to fill, that is.
"Police, open the door." Benito knocked the Stewart's door as loudly as he could.
"Police, open the door." Drew slammed the Caldwell's door as loudly as he could, he didn't want Gene to show him the traditional way of knocking down people's door without saying "Hello, you twat."
"Come on, Danny Boy, use a bit of strength, will you." Gene proceeded to slam even harder the door and started yelling at the poor Caldwells, the door could break anytime soon.
"What the bloody…." Harry Caldwell's restless and old sleepy face greeted Gene.
"Hello, you old twat." Gene punched the man's nose immediately, and got his officers in the Caldwells house.
"What the…." Drew immediately pinned Harry down, while the other uniformed officers rushed upstairs and begin their mass operation of arrests.
"Harry Caldwell, we're suspecting that your grandchildren by the names of Norma…" Alex was beginning to recite a whole list of family names.
"You bloody soddin bitch lawyer." Harry's rude interruption saw a few gut-wrecking punches and a stamp on the back from the Lion.
"Right you bastard Caldwell, you know somehow I feel that you could be the old sod that might just end up at bloody Broadmoor!" Gene continued while Alex decided to stop reading the rights. She could faintly hear a few screams out there from the Stewarts house, apparently Benito and Kat were not that kind to the Stewarts either.
"I'm not guilty!" Harry Caldwell yelled out, as the rest of the Caldwell youths were taken away by the police cars.
"Search their rooms." As Harry Caldwell managed to get a foot back on the floor, Alex gave him a real tight slap, enough for Harry to fall back again.
"So where were you at…." Benito and crew had the hapless youths processed like crabs on a fishing ship. Slow and painfully slow.
The presence of Gene was quite deeply missed, for the team's processing speed was as slow as a 1983 computer.
"So where were you at the noon of October 25th, 1983 also known as bloody yesterday!" Gene smashed his knuckles at almost every youth at the interrogation room.
"Noon, October 25th, where were you? Where were you, Where were you!" Alex was having fun playing mind games with those interrogated, and that irritating repetitive questioning just can't stop.
"You're suspecting I killed my own son!" Roy Stewart was flabbergasted to the core.
"Bill's my brother, Sir!"
"I was at the University Library."
"I was at my parent's house."
"No kidding, of course I'm at work, I'm retired thief, you know RETIRED!"
The whole list of answers just seemed to make things as complicated as it gets. Everybody seemed to be everywhere except Bill's room, the place where he was murdered.
"Can somebody here bloody remind me what the bloody shit is going on around those two houses."
"Well there's robbery committed by the youths but I prefer to continue to observe."
"Murder,no Suspect." Benito summed up the dilemma.
"And what the hell I'm supposed to do Benito."
"Draw a map." Alex pointed out the correct way of doing this.
"Checked the alibis?" Gene wearily asked Drew who was still on the phone though definitely not flirting. The last time he did that, Gene ended up taking the phone and saying a whole range of expletives and claiming Drew was a married man, killing all chances of flirting to any female police officer around the police station at King's cross.
"Yes, apparently we can cut down a few names."
"Derek Caldwell, At the University Library…" Katherine proceeded to strike off the names.
"So we have no one left." Alex was surprised at the fact that everyone seemed to have an alibi.
"Don't tell me…." Drew was slapping his head in frustration.
"It's an isolated case." Alex went straight to the point.
"Wait a minute, we have a robbery, two bloody murders to solve." Gene is starting to believe that there is too much of a plate to handle.
"Should we actually refer this to…" Katherine was about to ask the golden question of transferring out cases.
"No! Colchester Girl, I want this all kept in bloody Fenchurch East, Capisce!" Katherine was somewhat bemused at the response. During her time there was the term of "police divisions cooperation". But in Gene's and Alex's world, police divisions cooperation is all but a political correct word of throwing out cases you can't handle.
"Capisce!" Gene's rude remark to Litton was somehow targeted solely towards him. After all Litton had no affair to settle beside some Hardwick arse.
"Geno, I don't know whether you have a hand in this, but that pencil neck over there."
"What."
"He's a scary fella."
"Sure know who he is, Litton, don't you bloody worry."
"And by the way before I get arrested because of Bevan, be careful over Pencil Neck"
"I know."
"BANG!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHHA…."
"I think we should get ourselves reorganized." Alex looked at the once again messy whiteboard and stickers and pen marks all around. It was high time to re-fix the whole investigation.
"Sure will, Ma'am." The gang soon immediately started to analyse properly. While Alex looked at Gene again, it was apparent that he was suffering from another of those flashbacks.
"How's it, Gene?" Alex was back in Gene's office as Gene drunk down a few whisky and was somewhat slightly gasping.
"I'm fine, Bolls, I'm fine." Gene knows he's fine, but the gunshot, the irritating laughter, it didn't make sense. The laughter was harrowingly disgusting, and the gunshots seemed distant yet so near.
It's driving him near nuts but as he looks at the team again, Benito, Colchester Girl, Danny Boy and Bolly. Somehow they are still there.
"I need to solve this bloody dream of mine, Bolls, this bloody dream of mine." Gene mutters as Alex flashes a sympathetic look at him.
"BANG!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA"
The Shadow was getting closer, the laughter louder and more soul-devouring than ever, something inside the mind of the Lion needs to be solved.