The night was endless. It felt like it would go on forever. The sound of rain hitting the roof was louder then I thought possible. A clap of thunder startled me from my concentration on the soothing sound of such a heavy rain. It was the only thing keeping me sane as I lay on the cot provided in my cell. The lights had been turned off a time ago. Only the faint glow of the exit sign illuminated the room.
IT had grown silent after telling me my lost memories were finding they're way back. No longer needed to be kept at bay with the only reason for it now dead and gone.
In the darkness I had found myself crying again. Silently not wishing to be watched or questioned any further by the officers that kept watch. They brought food at what I expect had been dinner time here. But I couldn't bring myself to eat a thing. Just lay facing away from it, curled up, quietly letting tears fall.
They took it before the lights were turned off. Thankfully not saying a word about my absence of eating. It was quiet now, all except for the raging storm outside.
The sewers will fill tonight...perhaps flood if it continues to rain like this.
Why did I care?
'It's part of our home...'
"Shut up!" I hiss as low as I can. I didn't need to bring attention to myself shouting at a voice no one else could here.
Silence eerily came. It felt wrong how quiet IT suddenly had become.
"How do we stop who did this?" Mumbling low to IT and myself.
'We must get our strength back... hunt...'
I felt my body stiffen at the suggestion as screams filled my ears, flashes of frightened children's faces.
"NO!" I shouted, biting my lip at my stupidity as I waited quietly for any guards response to my out burst. But none came. Sighing heavily I closed my eyes to calm myself.
"We can't do that...I won't."
'Then something... larger?'
I can't believe I'm even considering what IT's suggesting. What would that mean for me? Will I just stand aside and wait for IT to do the deed and have him come back to posses me once more? I could try and flee then perhaps, but then I'd still be blamed for Linda's death and no means to defend myself.
As if IT reading my mind IT grumbled, 'Only the deserving. The wicked. The evil as you deem them. Will this please my Bobby?'
It was better then the alternative.
"Yes... please.."
I felt my chest loosen. I didn't even notice how tight it had become.
'Not as tasty.' IT whined as if A child told to eat it's veggies.
'Sleep... Rest... we need it..'
I couldn't protest that. Exhaustion suddenly taking over as my eyes grew heavy.
The next thing I knew there was a man yelling and shaking me to get up. A guard yanking me up and leading me back to the small room of questioning once more.
"It's come to light that you Mr Gray showed up at the station drunk to harass Officer Linda."
Wait...what?
My eyes focus instantly on the man speaking at me.
"T..that's not true."
"Not according to Officer Aubrey. He states here that you showed up drunk dressed as a clown and began to threaten and harass Officer Linda as well as himself."
The nerve of that asshole!
"That's not what happened. I don't even drink! He was harassing me and Linda stopped him."
I'm boiling over close to shouting at the man telling me these lies.
"Seeing it was just the three of you, one no longer able to speak, it's your word verses his."
I want to scream that isn't true that Bill was there as well. But my mouth freezes partly open before a word can escape. Aubrey hadn't mentioned Bill. The only other witness. The only other living witness.
My mouth slammed shut as I stop protesting, taking this new detail in. If he didn't mention him... I can't either. I couldn't chance Bill's safety for my own.
I looked down and away from the detective, eyeing my hands as I fiddled them. Noticing slowly the bandage that Linda had placed there is long gone. Most likely burned away by the flames. The cuts missing, as if I was never injured to begin with.
"Mr Gray the evidence is building against you. Perhaps if you confess to fighting with Officer Linda, we can work out what happened to her after that...perhaps why you killed her.."
My eyes shot up at those words.
"What?"
He looks at me as if I've said something stupid. Offending his own intelligence.
"You killed her, didn't you?"
I am appalled by this accusation. Irritating growing as I glare at the man harshly.
"I would never hurt Linda."
"From what we found at the house, I'd say that's a lie Mr Gray. There is evidence of a fight. I'd say you and her had a lovers tiff. Perhaps things got of hand. One thing lead to another and she ended up dead. You panicked and thought the best way to get rid of the body was to make it look like an accident. If you confess now we can lower the charges and make a deal."
I look at this man in disgust.
"Lovers tiff? What are you assuming of my relationship with Linda?"
He stared at me as if I was oblivious.
"That you and Linda were a couple. She often spoke of you to her peers. She would spend time at your place and you her's."
"We are friends. Nothing more then family. A siblings love. I've never thought of her in such a manner you suggest."
"Not from what I've been hearing. Openly kissing..."
I can't believe the lies building in front of me.
'He's altering their minds...'
My body stiffens. My back going ridged straight.
''The intruder?''
'Yes.'
A low growl rumbled in my chest. Who ever this was, he had taken it too far with Linda. Now the fear of him going after the Losers angered me more then I had ever felt in my current memories.
''I'll Kill Him!''
The detective in front of me became silent, causing me to look up to see why. He was staring at my hands. My eyes going to them I saw what had caught his attention. They weren't my hands anymore. More like claws forming in my rage.
As soon as I noticed they disappeared. The detective seemed dazed before blinking multiple times, focusing once more. Forgetting what he had saw it would appear.
"The evidence is stacking up Bob. You won't be able to hide from the truth much longer."
A hurried knock came to the door. The detective stood to answer it. The other detective from the night before was in the door way, whispering quickly to the one that was with me. Both turned to look at me before the one on the other side of the door handed off a file to the one on my side. He seemed to look whatever was inside over before a most malicious grin came to his lips.
"It would appear we didn't need to wait long. We have the evidence right here." He shock the file at me before sitting once more.
"This here pins you for it all. You shot her multiple times."
My face paled at his words.
"One time in the heart before multiple times else where in the chest. It's a blessing only she was dead before you had put her in that car and set fire to it. Fuel was found poured over her and all around the vehicle. Making sure to burn as much evidence away as possible, but we found it. You sick Bastard, we had to identify her from her dental records!"
I felt myself jump as he slammed the file and fists onto the table in front of me. All the more making sense what had happened to me. The sharp pain in my chest over and over. It was her pain. I felt her dying.
Tears brimmed and flowed over suddenly as I let the sobs out. My best friend killed and she had been in such pain. He had even let her suffer enough for me to feel it fully. Let her bleed out slowly. He hadn't given a kill shot to the heart, she wouldn't have been alive to feel the rest if he had.
"Crying isn't going to save your sorry ass Bob. With this your going to be locked up for a long time. Good riddance." The detective growled as he signaled for me to be taken back to my cell.
As they moved me, I tried to get a glance at the file, open wide for him to read. But to my shock there was nothing there. It was blank. Every page. No name on the folder that held it. Not a single word on the papers within.
I screamed in a rage. Kicking, struggling as I yelled protests.
But all fell on deaf ears.
They couldn't see the reality of it.
Their minds too molded and controlled already.
The intruder wanted me gone and this is how he would do it.
False charges, no evidence, nothing but tricks and illusions.
I wasn't the only one in a rage. IT was seething under the surface of it all. Bottled, bubbling as the pressure grew.
'They are not our prey… they are fools being used… tricked…' IT snarled viciously. I felt like snapping my teeth at the next person to touch me in my struggle.
'Don't! Play along. Give us time…'
I stopped my struggling, listening to IT. IT was right. I had to calm. If I did anything now the intruder may just try and kill me.
'We'll use this to our advantage.'
''H…how?''
'You shall see. They want us to be locked away. We'll be locked away. An animal in a cage full of prey.'
