A/N: Hey everybody, sitting here at nearly nine in the morning and typing away, god I have so much to get done… *sighs* but hey, I can do it right? I have my next interview with Denso tomorrow so we'll see how that goes, got my fingers crossed for it, it seems like a good co-op and it'd help me get my foot in the door for engineering.
Disclaimer: I'm an engineer, not a game designer.
Truth and Lies
Mark blinked at the couple of people standing outside the door of the station, he'd read the report that his coworker had left but he hadn't quite believed it, it just seemed to farfetched, more like the ravings of an overtired officer than an actual report. A boy with white hair and covered in blood showing up in the dead of the night with practically no records in the system, none that they could get anything from anyway. But here he was, minus the blood, looking up at him with eyes that gave away nothing.
"Uh, come in," he said, he knew that there was a social worker on their way now, to help sort out this whole mess. The woman smiled at him politely
"Thank you," she said, allowing the boy to go first and following him through the waiting room and into the back where a comfortable couch rested for situations like this, when someone had experienced tragedy and needed a warm looking place to talk rather than the cold emptiness of the interrogation rooms. The boy climbed up onto the couch, geez he was scrawny, Mark thought to himself as he observed the boy, did he even understand what was going on? He could only be what, six? Seven maybe?
"How old are you kid?" he asked the boy who looked at him with eyes so blue they could put ice to shame.
"Ten." He said and the officer blinked in surprise, he was not expecting him to be that old, he's small for his age, he thought, noting it down on a blank sheet of paper, might as well get some of the general questions out of the way, he knew some of the things that the social worker would certainly ask, it'd be easier to get right into the thick of things.
"What's your name?"
"Anthony Redgrave." He said smoothly, it matched up with the name that Josh had left on his report, so at least the kid wasn't lying about that, that or he was a really, really good liar.
"Alright Anthony, I'm Officer Mark, nice to meet you." The boy nodded in a likewise fashion. "Do you go by Tony or…?" he trailed off when the boy flinched, both he and the woman who had brought him in looked at one another, that wasn't something that could be just a twitch.
"No," he said quietly "I go by Anthony." He assured, ignoring his violent reaction completely and Mark sighed, not wanting to push the issue, kids weren't his strong suite.
"Okay Anthony, where do you live?" the boy listed the address of the burned house that he had last night, they still had people trying to comb through the remains of the building, see if there was anything there to find. All they had found so far was a corpse and the burnt skeleton of a house.
"Okay…" he hesitated, unsure of what else he should ask, he should probably wait for the social worker so he would know what was okay to ask the kid. The pause stretched on uncomfortably until the woman spoke up.
"Officer Mark, do you have any coffee brewed up, it's been a long night and I could certainly use the caffeine." He smiled at her appreciatively, he needed the save.
"I do, follow me, Anthony, do you mind waiting here for a minute?" the boy nodded softly, not even phased about being left on his own. The officer thought that was strange, he thought that a kid who had just been separated from his mother would want to cling to the nearest people but this kid… he shook his head and walked around the corner to the coffee machine. Once out of earshot he asked the woman, Madeline if he was remembering her name correctly,
"Has he talked about it?" Madeline made a face
"Not really, there was a moment last night, he said something about someone killing his mother but I couldn't get him to elaborate, I didn't want to push him either. He didn't sleep well last night, I even put a couple children's Benadryl into his tea." The officer blinked in surprise and Madeline smiled
"My mom used to do that to my sister and I when we were sick or especially anxious, knocked us right out." She looked back the way they had come "I kept hearing him wake up though, sometimes shouting…sometimes screaming…"
"But he won't talk about it?" he asked and Madeline shook her head
"I don't think can yet, I think he's still processing it himself."
"It's a lot for a ten year old to handle." He said as he poured the coffee into two cups.
-The Boy in Blue-
Though the pair of them didn't know it, Vergil heard every word exchanged, one of the bonuses of being part devil, though it didn't feel like it right now. They must think I'm stupid, he thought to himself, leaning back and crossing his arms, looking around the office. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to talk about what had happened, it was that he couldn't. His mom had always told him and Dante to not talk about their powers, about their dad, about devils in general, around other people. It wasn't an easy secret to keep but before this he had always had Dante to talk to, sure they didn't always get along but at the end of the day Dante was his brother, his twin and he cared about him. But now… now he didn't know where the other half of him was.
His head snapped up when the door swung open and a heavier, stern looking woman, walked in the door. She was wearing a smile to mask the grouchiness but the young half devil could see it in her brow and the set of her shoulders.
"Hi there," she squatted to be on level with the couch and Vergil wrinkled a lip in distaste "I'm Susie, what's your name?"
A/N: slightly weird place to leave off, I know but hey, gotta do it somewhere, plus class is about to start ^^;
Till next time,
-Winged Element
