Cause Of Death - Flash From The Past Chapter 14.
A/N: Hey guys, I love you all so much for the amazing support you have given me for this story but also my other ones too, it means the world to me and thank you so much! Well here is chapter 14, please enjoy and stay tuned for Mal's past it will all be revealed soon.
Chapter 14 - Revelations Of The Past.
You are now Detective Jamie Shepard.
You drive away, pulling out of the police station. You begin to clench the wheel gripping it tightly with anger, knowing Natara is more onto you then you first thought, you just overlooked how intelligent she was. But nevertheless the time she works everything out it will be to late for her to do anything about it.
You stare out to the darkness of the night, putting your headlights on, that guides you on the road. Driving through streets and traffic lights that you over pass, you drive for several minutes before arriving at your destination. You look up at the building, grinning before entering and disappearing from the coldness of the dim lit streets of the chilling evening.
You are now Mal Fallon.
Your body aches with massive amounts of pain that you can feel everywhere, from when you suffered heavy sustained blows to your upper and lower body. Your muscles throb as they begin to swell, causing your whole body to feel like it has collapsed from such impact. Blood seeps from different areas as you can feel it ooze out of you, and the coldness of your body temperature rapidly decreasing.
Breathes are hard to take in feeling, so restricted like a seat beat pulling you back with force. You try to move but all you can feel is numbness. Dizziness begins to kick in, as your vision begins to become blurry and your soundings become hazzie.
You begin to cough up some blood as your lungs squeeze tightly together squashing down on you harshly. No matter how much pain you are feeling, your not going to give up, your not going to let him break you down. And your not going to let him take away the people you love without fight.
You inhale a deep shallow breathe before exhaling, as you clench your teeth together, biting your way through the agonising pain. You try to move your hands but the restraints still keep them locked into place, you try to rock forward but you can't seem to, as the pain bolts straight though your aching body stopping you.
"Nhhh!." you whimper in pain biting hard onto your lip.
You take a moment to collect your composure, before your mind flashes back to the only person who can help you get through anything; the one person you care about the most, and the only person that you couldn't bare to loose Natara.
The image of her instantly floods into your mind, showing you her beautiful physical features; her long chocolate flowing hair, her big sparkling memorising brown eyes that you always find yourself getting lost into. But not forgetting her gorgeous smile, that makes you want to smile even through the most fearful of situations. Just thinking about her makes you even more determine not to give up.
Will power of determination penetrates through your aching body, giving you the strength to push though the endless amount of pain. You grip the chair and with all the will power you can injure, you begin to move the chair, getting closer to door.
Pain crashes down on you like being struck by lightening, but you carry on regardless. You're almost to the door, when...The chair legs give way, tipping; causing you to topple to the ground with a mighty crash.
Your chest hits the hardness of the cold concrete floor, through the patting of low shallow breathes, you try calling out to anybody that might be out there, but your best efforts don't make any difference, no one is coming...
Your core temperature begins to decrease rapidly, as you begin to see the blood leaving your body and into a puddle close by you. Shivering your eyes begin to feel heavy, starting to close and the darkness closing in, no matter how hard you fight it, you know there is no way of an escape.
Your last thought is of your partner Natara, you just pray she is safe and well, you just hope she won't be put into any danger from coming after you, because if she does there is nothing you can do to stop it. Your eyes close as they enter deep into the shadows...
You are now Ben Grayson.
Later on that evening:after you went back to your apartment cleaning off the blood from your blood stained hands. You walk down the dim lit streets of San Francisco.
You find yourself upon San Francisco's General, you stride in through the double doors, over to the front desk where a small petite woman with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes sits at her computer typing. You cough lightly gaining her attention, she greets you with a smile.
"Hello Sir, how can I help you?"
You return her a dashing charming smile as you present a twinkle in your eyes to her. "Am here to see a friend, who was recently admitted here early this morning."
"Oh ok, can I ask the name of the patient you're here to see."
"Ken Greene."
She types on her computer as she searches, scanning through the information in her databases, before she turns back to you.
"Am sorry, but I have to ask this. Are you any relation to him?" she questions nervously.
"Of course, I am a good friend of Mr Greene's."
"Well, we have been informed by the police that no one other than family can go and see him."
You flash her a smile, whilst noticing a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
As you whisper. "The police are expecting me. See am a private investigator and they need my assistants on a case that they are currently working on, they will be expecting me at any moment now. Am sure an intelligent beautiful woman like yourself would be so kind to let me go up. But if you don't believe me, you can always double check if you want?." you wink causing her to giggle.
"Um...I am not supposed to do this." she shyly bites her lip, but you sustain a smile at her as you whisper to her. "Please Miss..You would be helping me a lot if you did."
You can see in her eyes that's she likes you and is very fond of you. She looks back up to you, gazing into your eyes passionately. You take her hands in yours, touching them gently.
"Alright but only this once, you do seem like a really nice and genuine man. Who has a job to do, so who am I to stop you in fulling that job. You can go up." she says smiling at you.
You wink at her. "Thank you so much Miss you don't know how grateful I am for this. You're one kind person, I won't forget this." you smile at her before placing a kiss onto her hand in a gentlemen like manner.
Before you dash off, you stop in your tracks. "Which room is he in?."
She giggles. "He is on the second floor, ward twelve, bed five."
You nod to her, before heading to where Ken is. You take the Elevator, to the second floor and begin to walk down the long narrow corridor.
You get to end of the corridor passing several people on the ward. You then spy around the corner, scanning for any signs of cops that might become a barrier, that will get in your way. As you scan your eyes, you spot two police officers guarding the door, one female and one male.
Their both in deep conversation with each other to notice your closing in, as you listen in closely ready to make your move. A sinister smile escapes your devilish lips before striding towards them.
"Joe like I said you lost the bet, so it's your turn to get the coffee, seeing so you complained that you wanted it." the woman officer protests.
"But I got the last one." the male officer wines like he is a five year old school boy.
"Well both of us can't leave this door were under orders from captain, you should of won the bet, then you could of chilled. Ugh...To stop you complaining like a little boy I'll go and get it, okay." the female officer argues before sighing and walking away.
You wait till she is gone before strolling over to the male cop, he doesn't seem to notice your presents and seem distracted. You check your surroundings making sure no one is in site, before you pull out a syringe and injecting a knock out substance into his neck.
He just instantly falls into a light sleep allowing you enough time to gain access to Detective Ken Greene's room. You enter his room closing the door behind yourself and drawing the blinds, the monitor to his heart rate machine beeps in a steady rhythm the same rhythm as a healthy working heartbeat. His eyes are firmly shut and he doesn't move at all he is so still, so peaceful.
You move his panic button unplugging it from the socket, so that he can't reach it in attempt he tries to contact for help. You inch closer to him as you put some gloves on covering up your hands, before reaching for a nearby pillow.
Firmly gripping the pillow you rise it above your head and slamming it against his face with such force, pressing the pillow right against the areas of his incoming oxygen blocking his moth and nose. His monitor begins to peep frantically and for the first time since his attack he wakes up.
He wrestles and struggles with of all of his strength he can manage under your powerful grip trying to fight for his life, you begin to press harder suffocating him, making him gasp for oxygen.
"Am so sorry Detective it's nothing personal you just have to die...I know, I know but if anyone's to blame it's your friend Mal's, it's his fault Ken, it's his fault." you growl in harsh low voice.
You keep your grip locked their for several minutes before his body goes utterly still, you smirk a satisfied sinister grin as you feel nothing, no emotion at all..
You crack the door open peering out for anyone on site, a smirk crosses your unemotional face, as you leave the hospital.
"One down, only two more to go and no one can stop it not even Mal." you chuckle rustically before stepping out like a shadow disappearing into utter darkness disappearing from view...
You are now Natara Williams.
You stare blankly at the pieces of newspaper clippings, as horror expresses throughout your whole face. You stare down at the man in the pictures, that man being your partner Mal. You read throughout the information trying to make a connection to all these unrelated pieces of information, which don't make sense.
You think over, to all of the past events that have taken place from the past four days, replaying them over in your mind.
Day 1:
The day you and Mal met Detective Shepard for the first time, and the events that took place, Mal nearly being killed twice and was set up causing him to be suspended. Which leads you onto the killer who, murdered two of the decreased victims: Victoria Woods and Danny Lumley both of them being killed in a similar M.O, being killed by a stab wound to the chest and the removal of the heart, their murders only being one day apart from each other.
Day 2:
Ken was attacked the same night as the murder of Danny Lumley, only being a block away from Mal's apartment complex, where they were both found.
Day 3:
A Day later Mal is no where to be found, and he is not returning any of your calls or messages, later on your receive a strange phone call of someone who answered Mal's phone. At the same time this goes on Jamie is at Mal's checking his apartment and says nothing it out of the ordinary, but also there is the change in his whole behaviour towards you.
Day 4:
You and Jamie go and visit the Mental Institution where the prime suspect was released three days prier..The prime suspect in the case Ben Grayson, his blood was found in the first victims fingernails, extended research found he lost his parents through an accident at the age of twelve, which was ten years ago. Later on you find out about him being put into several frosted careers as a teen, which leaded up to him being admitted to the San Francisco Mental intuition three years ago with a mental disorder.
As you replay these past events, you go back to your original theory of Jamie and the prime suspect being connected somehow, but that's just the problem you don't know how. You grab the newspaper clippings, hurrying down the crime lab with no hesitation, hoping Amy might be able to shed any light on this mysterious darkness.
You enter the crime lab, to see Amy hasn't gone home yet, your thankful she hasn't. As you enter she seem surprised at your sudden arrival.
"Natara, what are you still doing here? Your shift ended an hour ago?." she asks a look of confusion, passes onto her face.
"Sorry Amy but there is no time to explain, I need you to search this for me, it's very important."
You pass the newspaper clippings over to Amy so that she can have a closer look at them. Her eyes dart downwards to the picture as her eyes widen with surprise.
"N-Natara isn't that Mal?" she stutter in shock to see Mal in the photographs the same reaction you had when you saw them.
"Yes it is Amy. I need to know when this article was written, it's essential that I know. I haven't got a lot of time."
Amy further studies the newspaper articles, analysing them more carefully, she looks back up to you, disappointment on her face.
"Am sorry Natara there is no date on these articles, it's appears to be torn off, it's impossible to tell when this was published. But if this is a picture of Mal, he looks much younger on this picture to what he looks like now, this suggests this was taken a while back, maybe ten years ago."
You rub your temples as a pounding pain rockets through your head and the development of a headache producing. "Amy can you try putting the article name in to see if you could bring up the exact same article, please?."
Amy nods and starts typing, and that when the same title pops up and the picture of Mal re-appears. "That's the one Amy!."
You start scanning through the whole article and realise this happened ten years ago, the same time, Ben Grayson parents were involved in an accident.
'Detective Malachi Charles Fallon, aged 24 on his first ever case was deemed as a hero from the mayor of the city, for his act of heroism in saving many hostages from three bank robbers, that's took over the bank yesterday afternoon.'
Fallon, risked his live as he enter the bank without backup and managed to save 17 people's lives, but sadly one of them died upon his arrival of a violent shoot out that had taken placed from inside the bank. RAF General Michael Grayson husband to Mary Grayson and the father to Ben Grayson aged 33 from the RAF was killed and gunned down from a gun shot wound to the chest.'
"Oh my god!." you gasp stunned by your findings.
As you remember back to how your victims were killed both entering or exiting the chest. You now know why Mal was targeted, it all connected back to the same person Ben Grayson...and it's coincidence how he was released 3 days prior to Mal's targeted attacks, but also the same time as the two the murders being committed, but not forgetting the one person who was transferred to your station, Detective Jamie Shepardthe day after everything went wrong..
Before you can say or do anything, your interrupted by your phone ringing, you retrieve your phone from your pocket to see the person's caller I.D reading: Mal.
Your eyes widen with terror but also anxious with uncertainly, Amy looks to you , she sceptic of your sudden reaction.
You hold the phone against your chest, before addressing Amy. "Amy could you excuse me for one moment. I need to quickly take this, also could your print out this information and leave it on my desk as soon as please."
She looks at you still she seems curious. "Yeah sure thing Natara...But is everything alright?." she questions.
You nod to her. "Yeah everything is fine, just a lot on my mind, also this is a really important call I need to take it might be the break in the whole case. I'll see you tomorrow Amy and be safe." you smile to her trying to reassure her everything is fine when really it's far from it.
"Be safe? Natara are you sure everything is.." she doesn't have time to finish her sentence, because by that time you have already left the crime lab.
You quickly disappear into an empty interrogation room away from view. Removing your phone from your chest and to your ear awaiting the voice who may communicate back to you.
"Who is this? And what the hell have you done with Mal?."
"No hello's agent?" the voice mocks.
"Oh don't worry Miss Williams your partner is safe.. for now." that same rustic growl greets you once again, as the same spine tingling sensation floods into your bloodstream, causing you to shudder.
"Where is he? Let me speak to him." you sternly instruct.
"I am sorry Agent Williams, but like a said Mal is tired up at the moment and as his whereabouts I thought an intelligent profiler like yourself would be able to figure that out by now. But I must warn you, you don't have a lot of time, the clock is ticking...Tick...Tock."
"I know this is you Ben Grayson, where is my partner?..I swear if you hurt him I will..." you shout as the anger of frustration blurts out of you.
"You'll do what Agent?...See without yours answer there is nothing you can do about it..I let you be the person to work it out, after all you're the profiler, think Miss Williams, get inside my head...But it shouldn't be Mal you should be worried about, I think you need to have visit to the hospital, to check on your good friend Ken." a rustic growl mocks you laughing over the phone.
"What do you mean? What are talking about Ken has had officers be watching him, How do you know about that? you question.
"That's what you think...So many questions and so little time Agent Williams I'll leave you with them to answer. See I am watching your every move, I know you know things about me and I know you all alone, by yourself right now: struggling to get the answers you so desperately need. But also I know your scared I can see it in your eyes hear in your voice. But mostly I will see it all, whatever you do I'll be watching and waiting...Tick...Tock...Time is ticking."
Before you can reply back, he cuts you off leaving you with utter silence of the line going dead, that looms over you, still the sense of uneasiness and uncertainty, as you glance around your surrounding expecting to see the caller and kidnapper of your partner, but to your disappointment there is no one there your completely alone in the darkness...
To be continued...