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CHAPTER FIVE: INTERROGATION
Down at the police station, Dave sat in the interrogation room, with Jordan sitting oppisite him flipping through a large manilla colored folder. Dave groaned. "Don't tell me yer gonna be bringin my whole fuckin record into this, Flame." He said softly, knowing how much of his life was spent in rehab centers. "Fraid so. You broke probation having weed on you, and yes, I know, it ain't yours." Jordan said as Dave opened his mouth to speak. "You ain't changed a bit since then, have you Dave." Jordan asked disgustedly. "Should I have?" Dave asked quietly. So quietly that Jordan barely heard him. Jordan looked confused at first, until he remembered. "You still ain't forgiven him, have you?" he said pityingly, recalling how Gincarlo had put Dave through all sorts of medical experiments, attempting to draw out Dave's pyschic power. All it did was made them stronger. "Okay, let's get this over with. You had in your possession a pound of weed, and people are pressing charges for various reasons, and you evaded and resisted arrest in that car of yours. Did I miss anything?" Jordan said, regretting every word that came out of his mouth, like they were the bubonic plague. He hated to do this to one of his only real friends. "Did you dust the bag for prints?" Dave asked sullenly, knowing that if Gincarlo's goons had anything to say about it, they would hack the computer and FIND his finger prints, then put them on the damn bag. Yeah, Gincarlo had it in for him. Why? Who the fuck cares? "No, but we did question your date. She says that you don't smoke weed, only cigarretes. By the way, I thought you quit?" "Yeah, and I thought you hated the law. What's your point?" Dave retorted as he was led to a cell. "Just behave for the rest of the night. Your trial is tommorow." Jordan said with a sigh. Yeah, he hated doing this to Dave, but it was his job. As he began to walk out, he heard Dave humming something oddly familiar. With a shiver, Jordan slammed the cell door shut and bolted out of the cell block.
Back at the Taylor residence, Marie was becoming frantic, having heard nothing from Antionette or Dave, and the news was saying that there was a shooting at the party. The phone rang, making her jump like a scared cat. Her husband picked it up. "Hello?" he said gruffly, having just got home from work. "Antionette? Where are you? The Police Station? What in the fuck's name are you doing there?" He finished with a scream, alerting Marie to where her daughter was at the moment. She was safe! "We're on our way, honey." he said as he hung up. "Marie, we have to go get her. That scumbag Juan is there trying to get them to let him take her." He said frantically tying his shoes as he hopped out to the car. As they peeled off, Marie could've sworn Dave said something about Juan's influence..
"Officers, she is my legal child, therfore she will be going with me." Gincarlo said with his usual silken tongue, which was obviously beginning to work. "I'LL NEVER GO WITH YOU, YOU SHITHEAD!" Antionette hollered at him, slapping him across the face. It took all of Gincarlo's will power not to punch her to the floor like he used to before the divorce. At that moment, back in the cell block, Dave's arm shot out from between the bars, and seemed to be groping for something. His hand came to rest on the fire alarm, and with a flick of his wrist, freedom. Lucky for him that if the fire alarm was pulled all the cell doors opened. Outside, everyone was going nuts, save for one Captain Jordan. With a sigh, he reached over and turned it off, just as Antionette's parents stepped into the room. The air became so thick with tension, Jordan swore that he could see the air he was breathing. Yeah, that bad. And to make matters worse, Dave had entered the room with his style: a devil may care attitude, and a mouth to match.
"Juan, she is not going with you." Marie snarled like an angry bulldog. If looks could kill, Gincarlo would be dead fifty billion times over. "Well, then I'll see you in court, my lovely." he murmered, stroking Marie's cheek rather sensually, only to have his hand slapped. As Gincarlo left, he spared a glance at Dave, and muttered somethinginaudible in a wierd language. Whatever it was, it was enough. They heard Dave icily, "Rot in hell, you piece of crawdad shit." With that, Dave spun on his heel, and stalked back into his cell, muttering swear words the whole way. "Um, I have to talk to Dave real quick, okay?" Antionette said nervously as she shuffled her feet, a habit she had picked up from her step dad. "Okay, honey, just don't be too long." Her step dad said, holding his wife.
As Antionette entered the cell block, she sawthe stuff on the vacant guard's desk floating like they were puppets on a string. And she didn't have to look to far to find the puppeteer, either. "Dave?" she called cautiosly, slightly scared of him at the moment. "Annie?" he said vaguely as stopped whatever he was doing, letting the inaimate objects fall, and walked to the cell door. "You okay?" she whispered through the bars, stretching her arm into the cell. She gasped slightly as she felt his hand entwine around hers. Amazingly, her hand seemed to fit perfectly within his. "What's wrong? You shouldn't be back here." he whispered back, absently rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. "I wanted to see if you were okay. Is that so wrong?' she asked. Dave dropped her hand and walked to the window. "No. It's not. But you shouldn't waste your time on me, I'm gonna be goin back to Twilight Town tommorow." he said over his shoulder. "Look. You can see the lights across the water. It's almost like I can see my friend Anthony's boat." he said softly, mostly to himself. "Antionette, it's time to go." her step dad said from the doorway. "Okay. I'll see you later, Dave." she said as she left, taking one last look over her shoulder, seeing him looking across the water, wondering why Dave was like this. As he heard the door shut, Dave sat on the bunk, and whispered "Gods be with you. Live free, and die well." before he fell asleep, blissfully unaware of what the next day would bring.
In Twilight Town, the one's called the Big 5 all sat around a dusty card table in the basement of Vincint's house. "So, you think it's finally time?" one asked, his face concealed beneath a black hooded travel cloak from the far north. "I have no clue." another, a dressed down samurai said as he sipped a smallglass of sake. "In any case, he is running out of time." the speaker, a cloaked monk from the easternDestiny Islandsmurmured as he moved a piece on a chess board that resembled Dave. The final one, the terror of the seas, Anthony Moarti, stood. "We hafta help im. He'll be comin here to Twilight tommorow for a rigged trial. After that, he goes to jail, where Gincarlo's thugs kill im. Justin, wegotta shove off now." he said to the samurai. Justin stood, and bowed to the monk. "I must thank you, Ian, for that glass of excellent sake." he said as he followed the islander out the door. Ian looked at the cloaked one, and sighed. "Derak, do you think it wise to let them go alone again?" he questioned. "No, Ian, but we do not have a choice at the moment. When Dave is free once more, we will debate the piracy issue with them. Unitl then, long days and pleasant nights." Derak said in his death like whisper as he strode up the stiars.Ian looked at Vincint, who was acting as the fifth member until Dave rejioned them, and said, "Live free." while extending his hand. "Die well." Vincint said as he grasped Ian's forearm, much like they did in THE SCORPION KING. With that, the Big 5 disappeared silently into the night.
Back on Destiny island, Riku sat in his room replaying the events of the night in his mind over and over again like a man possessed. He had shot a man, and killed him. The guilt weighing heavy on his mind, he made his way down stairs, and called the police station. When the officer picked up, Riku asked him if the captain was there, saying he information about the dead body found at the scene.
Jordan: Hello?
Riku: Yeah, I'd like to tell you something about the dead guy.
Jordan: I know you killed him. Don't worry, we can't do anything until after Dave's trial, and by then no one will care. If you want my professional opinion, go to a pysch.
With that, Jordan hung up. Riku stared at the phone dumbfounded. How had he known? Riku shrugged and put the phone down, went to his room, and began to practice his martial arts. He would seek counsling the next day, seeing as there would be no school. Over at Kairi's house, she and Sora were knee deep in a heavy make out session when they herad a car door slam shut. Kairi paled. "Oh shit. They're not supposed to be back until next week!" she moaned as Sora nipped at her collar bone. Sora went stiff as an old pine board. "Who?" he said fearfully. "My parents. You have to get out of here before they find you!" she hissed, shoving Sora out of the bed with a thud. As Sora struggled to pull his pants up, across town, Namine was sitting in a hot tub of water (A/N: I would like to remind all of you to stop drooling st this point, my floors are dirty enough without y'all addin to it), thinking about a certain silver haired male. She had seen him at the party, and before all hell had busted loose, had asked her to dance. "Who was that? I know I've seen him before, I just can't put my finger on it. Oh well, I'll probably see him in class." she said as she climbed out and began drying herself off.
Meanwhile, in Twilight Town, in Gincarlo's office, the said drug lord was fuming. So thatbastard Dave had the balls to show his face in Destiny? Gincarlo adjusted the silk scarf around his neck. If it hadn't been for Dave and his gang, the Sidewinders, he wouldn't need to wear this blastedthing. And adding insult to injury, they had offically denounced their employment with him by burning down his club. At least he had gotten rid of that pest Jaques that night. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knocking on the door. "Enter." As the door swung open, he stood and faced the window, silently pulling back the hammer on his gold plated revolver. "Mr. Gincarlo? I have good news." he heard th DA's voice say. "Yes?" "I've rigged the trials as you ordered, and have arranged for Mr. Burnside to be transported to Helena, where several of your men will kill him." the DA said as Gincarlo turned back toward him. "Sir, is something the matter?" he said nervously. "You have outlived your usefullness." he hissed as he raised the gun. The DA began to back away, screaming in fear. His screams were mercifully silenced by an explosive bullet, splattering his brains all over the wall, as blood oozed forth from the corpse, spilling copius amounts of the crimson liquid onto the persian rug beneath his feet. "I'll be needing a new rug." he said as two of his thugs entered and carried the body out. Soon, it would all be over.
yeah, I know I've been focusing on the OCs, but after next chapter, that'll hopefully change. anyway, REVIEW!