"So what do we have here?" Officer Keladry Mindelan asked her boss,
Lieutenant Alanna Cooper. They were investigating the apparent suicide of
local bookstore owner Numair Saliman in his apartment, which was
convienantly located in the worst section of town.
"Single gunshot to the left side of his head. First officer I sent in here lost his lunch right over there." And Alanna could definitely see why. The shot was fired at very close range so that the right side of his face, the site of the exit wound, had basically been blasted to bits. Blood and fragments of his scull were scattered across the room; half of the victim's head was gone.
"The guy who found him is outside. His name's Joren, I couldn't get a last name. I sent Dom out there to watch the guy but I'm gonna need you to talk to him."
Kel smiled. She knew that Alanna was trying to spare her from the gruesome job of cleanup and she appreciated it immensely. "I'm on it" was her quick reply as she briskly walked out into the hall. Dom was probably her closest friend on this shift, in fact they had even gone on a few dates in the past, but it was never anything serious. Dom was standing in a far corner of the hallway, asking a few questions to the man who had to be the guy Alanna mentioned. He looked to be in his mid twenties, with shoulder length white blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, bright blue eyes, and a silver hoop through his left eyebrow. Kel immediately noted how pale and withdrawn the man looked. The sight inside had obviously gotten to him. She cast a brief smile at Dom as she approached the two men.
"Hello, I'm officer Kel Mindelan. I assume you are the one who found the victim-" he didn't answer her so she kept talking, " can you tell us exactly what happened here tonight?"
" I didn't see anything; obviously I was a little fucking late to catch the 'big show'"
The Officer looked at him in shock. Usually, people in this situation were a little more cooperating. Immediately, her suspicions of the man were raised. So, logically, she decided to keep on talking; if she couldn't get any information out of this asshole, the least she could do would be to annoy the hell out of this guy.
"Well then, can you at least tell me how you knew the victim?"
This statement seemed to really piss Joren off and, before she knew it, he was launching an all out verbal tirade against her.
"Why the hell should I tell you? What could you possible do for me? Or even for Numair? I mean, you guys rush in here with your fucking feathers ruffled and jump to the easiest conclusion about this case so you can get back to your nice station and take on another half-assed case. You're just going to rule Numair's death a suicide, which the bruises forming around his neck and mouth already prove not to be true. So, I digress, why the hell should I help you?"
Officer Mindelan wasn't exactly sure how to answer that and as Joren glared at her in silence, she felt her only option, other than blowing this guy's brains out, was to lose her composure completely and cry. Luckily, Dom saved hre from the emotional breakdown she had been anticipating to come.
"Why should you help us? Because if you don't, then we get to throw this pair of handcuffs on you and you get two to four years in prison for obstruction of justice. So, smart guy, that's why."
Kel had never been that proud of Dom before. But as she turned her smile of approval on him, he had to ruin his whole newly-formed tough guy image.
"Hey Kel, guess what? 'Smart guy' and 'that's why' rhyme! Whoa! You know, I've always had a keen understanding of poetry; my cousin's a poet."
She looked at Dom incredulosy before stopping to just shake her head sadly.
"He was my boss."
Kel was so distracted with thinking of ways to murder herr former partner that she almost didn't hear Joren speak.
"What?"
Joren sighed and a look of disparity took over his face as he answered the question again.
"He was my boss, we work in a bookstore across town. He left me in control of the store for the first time tonight. I was coming by to tell him how things went."
Officer Mindelan cleared her throat; She had to admit that this guy's sudden cooperation came as a shock to her.
" Do you know where he went tonight?"
"He said something about having a hot date", he replied with a smile. That conversation happened not even a day ago and he was already looking back at it as a fond memory from years before. "His girlfriend's name was Daine. They were going out for dinner".
Officer Mindelan smiled. "Thanks", she replied as she turned and started walking away from the two men. But before she made it halfway down the hall, she whipped her head around one more time to look at Joren. It amazed her how minutes before she had hated the overconfident asshole and now, as she looked back and met his hansomly tragic eyes, she found herself feeling sorry for and, in some strange way, identifying with him. They both masked their emotions as best the good, to keep people from getting too close and discovering the monsters that they were inside
"I will try my hardest to find out what happened to your friend, Joren. And I promise that I will not leave this case until it's finished." After receiving a somber nod from Joren, as well as a look of admiration from Dom, she turned and made her way back to the victim's apartment.
And you bring me to my knees...Again
All the times when I could beg you please....In vain
All the times that I felt insecure....For you
And I leave my burdens at the door
But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times that I felt like this won't end
Its for you
And I taste what I could never have
It was from you
All the times that I've cried
My intentions, full of pride
But I waste more time than anyone
But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times that I've cried
All this wasted, it's all inside
And I feel, all this pain
Stuffed it down, it's back again
And I lie, here in bed
All alone, I can't mend
But I feel, tomorrow will be okay
AN: Well, it has been over a month since I last updated and I'm sorry that this short, piece of shit chapter is the only update you guys are going to get for awhile(my wonderful SIX reviewers). The song in that chapter was Outside by Staind.and awesome song by an awesome band. And someone asked me in an email about the title of this story, its from a song by the band fuel called its come to this. the song kind of sucks but the lyrics are awesome. BTW, guess who is going to go see fuel in concert on Saturday? THAT WOULD BE ME!lol, sorry.anyway, the next chapter will be longer and a little more A/G and Daine/Neal(sort of).so bye!
"Single gunshot to the left side of his head. First officer I sent in here lost his lunch right over there." And Alanna could definitely see why. The shot was fired at very close range so that the right side of his face, the site of the exit wound, had basically been blasted to bits. Blood and fragments of his scull were scattered across the room; half of the victim's head was gone.
"The guy who found him is outside. His name's Joren, I couldn't get a last name. I sent Dom out there to watch the guy but I'm gonna need you to talk to him."
Kel smiled. She knew that Alanna was trying to spare her from the gruesome job of cleanup and she appreciated it immensely. "I'm on it" was her quick reply as she briskly walked out into the hall. Dom was probably her closest friend on this shift, in fact they had even gone on a few dates in the past, but it was never anything serious. Dom was standing in a far corner of the hallway, asking a few questions to the man who had to be the guy Alanna mentioned. He looked to be in his mid twenties, with shoulder length white blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, bright blue eyes, and a silver hoop through his left eyebrow. Kel immediately noted how pale and withdrawn the man looked. The sight inside had obviously gotten to him. She cast a brief smile at Dom as she approached the two men.
"Hello, I'm officer Kel Mindelan. I assume you are the one who found the victim-" he didn't answer her so she kept talking, " can you tell us exactly what happened here tonight?"
" I didn't see anything; obviously I was a little fucking late to catch the 'big show'"
The Officer looked at him in shock. Usually, people in this situation were a little more cooperating. Immediately, her suspicions of the man were raised. So, logically, she decided to keep on talking; if she couldn't get any information out of this asshole, the least she could do would be to annoy the hell out of this guy.
"Well then, can you at least tell me how you knew the victim?"
This statement seemed to really piss Joren off and, before she knew it, he was launching an all out verbal tirade against her.
"Why the hell should I tell you? What could you possible do for me? Or even for Numair? I mean, you guys rush in here with your fucking feathers ruffled and jump to the easiest conclusion about this case so you can get back to your nice station and take on another half-assed case. You're just going to rule Numair's death a suicide, which the bruises forming around his neck and mouth already prove not to be true. So, I digress, why the hell should I help you?"
Officer Mindelan wasn't exactly sure how to answer that and as Joren glared at her in silence, she felt her only option, other than blowing this guy's brains out, was to lose her composure completely and cry. Luckily, Dom saved hre from the emotional breakdown she had been anticipating to come.
"Why should you help us? Because if you don't, then we get to throw this pair of handcuffs on you and you get two to four years in prison for obstruction of justice. So, smart guy, that's why."
Kel had never been that proud of Dom before. But as she turned her smile of approval on him, he had to ruin his whole newly-formed tough guy image.
"Hey Kel, guess what? 'Smart guy' and 'that's why' rhyme! Whoa! You know, I've always had a keen understanding of poetry; my cousin's a poet."
She looked at Dom incredulosy before stopping to just shake her head sadly.
"He was my boss."
Kel was so distracted with thinking of ways to murder herr former partner that she almost didn't hear Joren speak.
"What?"
Joren sighed and a look of disparity took over his face as he answered the question again.
"He was my boss, we work in a bookstore across town. He left me in control of the store for the first time tonight. I was coming by to tell him how things went."
Officer Mindelan cleared her throat; She had to admit that this guy's sudden cooperation came as a shock to her.
" Do you know where he went tonight?"
"He said something about having a hot date", he replied with a smile. That conversation happened not even a day ago and he was already looking back at it as a fond memory from years before. "His girlfriend's name was Daine. They were going out for dinner".
Officer Mindelan smiled. "Thanks", she replied as she turned and started walking away from the two men. But before she made it halfway down the hall, she whipped her head around one more time to look at Joren. It amazed her how minutes before she had hated the overconfident asshole and now, as she looked back and met his hansomly tragic eyes, she found herself feeling sorry for and, in some strange way, identifying with him. They both masked their emotions as best the good, to keep people from getting too close and discovering the monsters that they were inside
"I will try my hardest to find out what happened to your friend, Joren. And I promise that I will not leave this case until it's finished." After receiving a somber nod from Joren, as well as a look of admiration from Dom, she turned and made her way back to the victim's apartment.
And you bring me to my knees...Again
All the times when I could beg you please....In vain
All the times that I felt insecure....For you
And I leave my burdens at the door
But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times that I felt like this won't end
Its for you
And I taste what I could never have
It was from you
All the times that I've cried
My intentions, full of pride
But I waste more time than anyone
But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times that I've cried
All this wasted, it's all inside
And I feel, all this pain
Stuffed it down, it's back again
And I lie, here in bed
All alone, I can't mend
But I feel, tomorrow will be okay
AN: Well, it has been over a month since I last updated and I'm sorry that this short, piece of shit chapter is the only update you guys are going to get for awhile(my wonderful SIX reviewers). The song in that chapter was Outside by Staind.and awesome song by an awesome band. And someone asked me in an email about the title of this story, its from a song by the band fuel called its come to this. the song kind of sucks but the lyrics are awesome. BTW, guess who is going to go see fuel in concert on Saturday? THAT WOULD BE ME!lol, sorry.anyway, the next chapter will be longer and a little more A/G and Daine/Neal(sort of).so bye!