Title: Voices
Summary: Voices, they're everywhere, some everyone can hear, others just you can.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the SVU character.
Author's note:
Wow! Okay… more? Well I've granted your wishes but this isn't that good. Like Claire said, this was something I did for school, and then I just altered it a few sentences, to make SVU involved. So I really don't know where this story's going. Oh well, here it goes!
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Twelve hours earlier
It was cold. The sun had just risen and the morning fog still covered the ground like a thick white blanket. He dug his hand into a garbage can, pulling out scrunched up paper, half eaten sandwiches and chocolate bars, etc. His hands were shaking slightly as he rambled on, to himself.
"He wants everything, the devil, that's his nature, he want that… plus and minis four and everything else… He is the one who doesn't know anything, it is he and no one else… multiple by twenty-nine equals…"
He rolled his wrist around, his hand sliding through a rotten, squashy banana, gum and a variety of other wastes. He then tipped the garbage can upside down and kicked the can away.
III
"You've got to be joking me!" Elliot groaned.
"Well we don't have a choice; we haven't gotten anything on him. His lawyer's going to get him out in no time!" said Novak in a professional manner.
"Casey, can't you do anything?" Olivia's eye's pleaded, "He raped her!"
Novak looked at Olivia, "I'll charge him for burglary, but nothing else. You find me more evidence and I'll see what I can do."
III
He walked down the street, swinging like a metronome, like a drunken man strolling home. He looked around. Everyone was looking at him, as if he was the freak. He could see it in everyone's face. The word 'freak' was written all over. His eyes darted around. Why? Why? Why was everyone looking at him? He wanted it to stop, the whole world just freeze like a picture. Unable to move, in time, unable to see him. But no, it wasn't like that.
He wasn't the only one that morning to feel the word 'freak' penetrate his skin. Caitlyn Flinnders was on the other side of the city. She was scared. Everyone looked at her, like they all knew, they all say it was her fault, she should have fought back. She was weak and a piece of dirt. But she told herself again and again, the police have him; they promised he would be locked up for what he did. What he did. She felt tears swell up under her eyelids. Blinking them away, she stared blankly at the ground, keeping an eye for anyone or thing in front of her. She was shivering, her hands so sweaty, she found it hard to get a grip of anything. She wiped her hand on her jacket, hoping the sweat would go away.
She stopped at a coffee stall on the side of the road. She needed her morning coffee and this was the only stall in the city, which she knew of, that was served by a woman. Grabbing the warm cup, she paid the lady and walked off.
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Author's note:
Okay, it's short, shitty and stupid! Oh and not every SVU related. –Sigh- By the way, the main thing with this story, is to get into the head of the victim/s, and 'him', (I know I haven't been so successful!) More reviews, the more likely I'll continue! Or if you guys say its stupid then I'll stop! Full stop! So review please!
