Title: Voices
Summary: Voices, they're everywhere, some everyone can hear, others just you can.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the SVU characters.
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Well
here's the next chapter, I hope you like it!
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Two that afternoon
Olivia pushed open the door and stormed into the office.
"What was that?"
Casey looked up. She tried to avoid Olivia's eyes.
"He wasn't charged."
"But he was there, we have witnesses! EVERYTHING!" Olivia fired back angrily.
"Olivia, the law is filled with loop holes and in this case, he fell through." Casey said, still avoiding Olivia's brown eyes.
"But, you weren't there to catch him!" Olivia said in a cold voice and walked out the room.
III
He turned the corner. It was bright. His eyes hurt. He shielded his eyes with his filthy hands. It was the devil; the devil was trying to blind him. Making him weak. Creeping back around the corner, into the shade, he squinted. He sat down next to the wall, staring at the street in front of him. He was going to wait, wait until the devil stopped using his powers to weaken him, make him defenceless.
Everyone seemed to shine and glisten as they hurried around, rushing up and down the street. Cars and buses shone and twinkled. He stared, glad that he wasn't under the power of the devil like everything else.
He sat there, waiting patiently for the bright light to disappear. It happened every day. At night the devil would use a different method to try and weaken him. But for now, he was safe.
He stared, his focus changed and shifted. Things became blurry. He blinked to clear the image. It was, once again, one of the devil's techniques, to blind him, to weaken him. He spotted a black ant crawling up the wall. It was so small, small enough to be hidden, to move around without being noticed, the perfect spy.
"You see me, read my mind, and soon you wouldn't." he whispered on to the ant, as it crawled up, "Ah… No you don't… You don't run away, not from me, you'll never get back to your master alive… no… no… no…"
A voice was now whispering into his head, "Kill it… kill it… kill it…" it repeated in it's monotone voice, like a hypnotist, steady and repetitive. He lifted his finger to about a centimetre above the ant as it kept crawling up and across the wall. Then his fingertip touched the wall. He lifted it and there on the tip of his finger, a pile of broken black shells. He stared, touching it gently.
"Look what you did, look, he wasn't a spy. You didn't kill the spy. The spy's still out there. It's your entire fault; you killed a poor innocent little creature. Yes, you. You killed it!" Another voice was telling him.
He started shaking, still staring dumbly at his fingertip.
"No, it wasn't my fault. It It's not my fault! Stop this, please." He begged, placing his hands on his head.
III
It was about five when Caitlyn emerged from her office building. She had handed over her resignation. She couldn't do it anymore. After the attack, everything she loved doing, she hated. It was like she had lost interest in life, as a whole, and it was all her fault! If she hadn't been so foolish, so weak, he wouldn't have… Tears surfaced her eyelids. She tried to blink them away, but it was useless. Tears just kept coming, forming under her eyelids and then pouring out. She wiped them away with her sleeve.
She always walked past the 16th precinct on her way home, so she decided to drop by and see if they got that bastard charged. Maybe it might help her get over what had happened.
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He stared at the street. The light had dimmed a little but still shone, reflected from the cars and buses. He moved back an inch every time the light shone his way. The voices were still there, they had softened a bit, whispering to each other. At least now he could think clearly.
A group of people past the alleyway, they all seemed to glow, but tagging behind them, with her head down, was a lady. She didn't seem to glow the same way as the people before her did.
He stared at her, tilting his head. She was different, but he couldn't pin-point where and how.
The voices stopped whispering among each other, but instead grew louder and louder. 'That's him, that's the devil, kill him, that lady, free her from the devil, he will do bad things to her,' the voices yelled at him, 'pick up the knife, do it! If you don't kill him, he will kill you. ' He placed his multi-coloured hands on his ears; he wanted these voices to stop, stop yelling at him, threatening him to do things. What if she was innocent, like the ant? He didn't want to risk it.
However, his body seemed to do something else. Like he was possessed. His hand felt around till it got a grasp of a knife that lay behind him among the garbage cans. He gripped it and placed it in his pocket. He slowly turned the corner. Why was he doing this? This would make him weak; make the devil change him into one of them. He kept in the shadows as much as possible and followed the lady. She turned a corner into a quieter street. He followed, and it wasn't long before he was just behind her. He turned around. No one was following them. As they passed a back alleyway, he dragged her in. She screamed. He started shaking but still had a tight grip on the back of her shirt.
She struggled, trying to escape. He threw her against the wall. She slide down, blood oozing out of her hair. He took out the knife from his pocket and gripped it with both hands and he raised it above his head. Leaning forward, his hands followed through. Again and again, the knife broke the skin and into the body. Droplets of blood dripped from the knife.
'Keep going… Keep going…" the voices told him, "Keep going… Keep going…"
"No! No! No! Stop! Please, don't do this to me!" he said as his hands just moved like a machine, up, down, up and down.
Finally the voices stopped telling him to keep going. He stopped and stared. His eyes widened and he froze. The lady was now soaked from head to toe in blood. His hands were covered with it. This wasn't right. He was scared. He opened his mouth so say something, but nothing came out. All he could do was run.
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Author's
Note:
I
hope that made sense and you all know how this is relates to the
first chapter. So PLEASE review! Next chapter's probably going to
be the last chapter, and mainly be about SVU.
