Ch. 3 Matthew Williams
{Rui's Point of View}
The entire room was fucked up with broken furniture, blood and glass. Gojiro stared at the Sawk in shock. I looked at it and didn't see anything wrong. Then I noticed the amount of Heroin and Cocaine he was carrying. They were kept in large plastic bags with some of the drugs on the floor. I think he was carrying at least 8 bags of each. How much will be determined on scales back at the office.
"Did you know this guy?" I asked.
"Yeah. This was the guy we were looking for. He's Matthew. I just don't get why he was here in the first place." Gojiro answered.
"Maybe he found out you were a cop." I suggested.
"Everyone already knows I'm a cop. I'm just laid back when it comes to arrests. I need access to information. Dealers usually have a lot to give to keep their freedom." Gojiro replied.
Hm... Something doesn't feel right though. From how destroyed this room is, it looks as though they were fighting hand to hand. I walked over to a window and noticed it didn't have blood near it. So no one hit it but the shards are on the floor with no debris. Without debris, there's no evidence to support an object being thrown.. The couch looks like someone karate chopped it in half. I have to assume that was either the Matthew or the Machoke. Chairs were thrown towards the door but there's no forced entry. If Matthew came to fight, wouldn't the door be locked? It can also be assumed that maybe he came peacefully and it turned into a brawl.
"I have a funny feeling about this fight." I mutter.
"Why's that?" Gojiro asked.
"Well, for one, the gun is gone." I noted.
"It is?" Gojiro asked before noticing it as well.
"Yeah. Didn't they say he was armed so the first responders had to shoot him?" I asked.
"Yes." Gojiro answered, watching me.
I begin looking at everything with more detail, "Well, I know protocol states that no evidence be tampered with until the investigators have arrived. However, I have a feeling that all of this is staged. No dealer would carry all this coke and heroin for one deal. This has to be about 100 grands worth of drugs."
"You're right... hey, who reported this in first?" Gojiro asked.
"Tomo." A nearby female human police officer answered.
"The Floatzel?" Gojiro asked.
The officer nodded, "Yes."
"Who's Tomo?" I asked.
"He's a senior officer and currently on vacation!" Gojiro yelled.
"Why did you yell?" I asked.
"Simple. Everyone should know that which means, we've got a Zoroark on our hands."
I pulled out a small light from my back pokemon and turned it on, "One second. I'm going to look for scraps of gunpowder."
"What is that?" Gojiro asked, pointing at the small device.
"This flashlight emits a special UV light that illuminates blood splatter and gun powder. If a weapon was fired in this room, we'll see it." I replied.
I began scoping out the entire room, finding gun powder in only two areas. From the hallway and on a wall. I rubbed the wall and found it was an illusion with gun holes. The bodies were moved and positioned as well. A thin blood trail proved it. This means they were killed from outside the room. To make it worse, the bodies are cold already. That means this murder happened hours ago. Whoever tried to stage this was obviously an amateur.
"I'm going to take a look outside. I'll be right back. Here, look for anything weird. This whole room is probably covered by an illusion." I instructed Gojiro.
Gojiro shrugged, "Alright, fine. Be careful."
"I will." I replied, heading outside.
Once outside, I looked around and found an alleyway. The perfect to run through in order to lose all pairs of eyes. I pulled out my pistol and slowly crept through it. Eyeing every position an ambush could come from. I knew the killer was long gone but he could have had accomplices. The entire alleyway was empty except for one trash barrel. I investigated it closely and found a bloody finger print. I opened the trash can to find the pistol that must have been used the murderer. I carefully picked it up but felt something tap my shoulder.
I stood up to look at the person, "What do you want?" I asked.
The person that tapped my shoulder was Gallade wearing a GLMD shirt. ...Oh shit. Fan boy alert.
"You're that fucking asshole who embarrassed Aura!" he yelled.
"Oh great. Know what? Listen, fuck you and your inbreed kind. We all know you fuck your sisters and brothers like the little inbred fucks you are!" I yelled.
"I'm going to kick your ass!" He yelled.
I sprayed neutralize into his face, causing him to cry out in pain. He held his face in pain screaming about his eyes.
"Stop screaming. Just wash your face you fuckhead. You'll be fine." I told him as I walked by.
He started swinging around randomly, trying to punch me. He only hit air before rolling on the ground in pain. I couldn't suppress my laughter as I walked along the sidewalk.
I walked back into the building to see how the crime scene is doing, "Hey guys. How's it going?" I asked.
Gojiro's eyes were wide in shock, "Well... we found Tomo." he muttered.
I walked over to see Tomo's half decomposed body rotting inside a hole in the wall. The smell hit me like a ton of bricks but I only grimaced. His face is barely recognizable. Most of the skin is gone with one eye left in the socket. The other was rotten halfway skull beginning to show.
I looked at Gojiro, "...Well then... that's got recent. In the alleyway near the building I found a bloody fingerprint. I took a picture of it as a dumb GLMD fan tried to fight with me."
"...What did you do?" Gojiro asked.
"Well, he threatened me so I sprayed Neutralize on his face. He'll be fine." I shrugged.
Gojiro facepalmed, "You can't be serious."
I raised a brow, "What?"
"He could sue!" Gojiro yelled.
I scratched an ear nonchalant, "Not really. What will he say? I sprayed his face after he threatened me with absolutely no witnesses? Innocent until proven guilty bro."
"You... I just... fucking hell man! Some restraint, please!" Gojiro yelled.
"...I'm hungry. Let's go eat something." I smiled.
"...I have a better idea." Gojiro smiled back.
-2 minutes later-
Gojiro drove away leaving me on the sidewalk outsude the crime scene, "What!? You can't take a joke!? ...Oh god damn it!" I screamed.
With Gojiro gone, I was stuck walking to the nearest restaurant. When I got to one, I realized one important thing. I didn't have any money. I... don't think I've ever had a dollar... I just left the restaurant and walked down the sidewalk. My stomach began to growl. I hadn't eaten in two days. Work has keot me busy enough to ignore it but...
"I need some sort of cash. I won't get my first paycheck for another week and a half. This sucks." I groan.
I hung my head and had my hands in my pockets, "Hey... isn't that the guy?" I heard someone whisper.
I glanced over to see a Chesnaught, Nidoqueen, Goodra and Electivire. The Nidoqueen had a tight GLMD t-shirt on and that was my cue to get the hell out of there. I'm stuck in pokemon territory and all thanks to Gojiro. He's officially an asshole.
"Hey! You! Human!" The Nidoqueen yelled.
I paused and looked at the group of pokemon, "Yes?" I asked.
"You wouldn't happen to be a cop... are you?" She asked.
"Uh... no. I'm just a high school student who got lost." I lied.
"Really? You know the nearest high school is on the other side of the city?" The Chesnaught asked.
"I'm just really lost. Bye." I started running.
"Yeah, you're right Chest. He's the one that embarrassed Aura. Get him!" The Nidoqueen yelled.
'Oh fucking shit. I can't handle 4 fully evolved pokemon by myself. What should I do? None of them are generally fast. I should be able to run away.' I thought quickly.
The Electivire cut me off, static electricity sparked off it violently. A grin spread across its face as I bumped into it. I fell on my back and pulled out my neutralize.
"You better fuck off before I use this!" I yelled.
It looked confused, "You're threatening me with a spray can?"
I sprayed its face, "Damn right I am!" I yelled, running past it.
"Aargh! Motherboard of fucks!" The electivire screamed.
'I am so happy this thing acts as mace.' I smiled to myself, running faster.
As I ran a car drove beside me until the passenger door opened, "Get in!" The driver ordered.
I jumped in and closed the door, "Oh thank god. You saved my... uh oh..." I looked to see it was the Gallade from earlier.
"I see you met my friends." He grinned.
"..." I opened the passenger door and jumped out, "Fuck it!" I yelled.
I hit the cement hard, scraping my arms and right knee. I stood back up in time to see the Gallade get out of his car. I couldn't stand this anymore. I pulled out my pistol and began to shoot. It hit the Gallade in the throat. He held onto it, choking from the blood and fell to his knees. The second I saw it hit his throat, I felt so happy.
I walked over to him, "You inbred fuck. *Pant* I hope you're happy." I panted.
I grabbed my leg, looking at me with tear filled eyes. I looked around before kneeling next to him.
"Poding... ean... khgar." he choked.
'I think he said something about his care.' I thought to myself before looking inside.
I found a potion in the glove compartment and brought it to him. I sprayed his throat, watching the wound close instantly. After a few minutes of coughing blood, the Gallade was fine.
He looked at me, "Why did you help me?"
"I didn't want to make my department look bad. If I killed you, think of the shit storm we'd suffer from." I replied.
"You didn't do it because you felt bad?" He asked.
"To be honest... I felt great when I shot you. I haven't killed anyone yet. I think I was scared to actually commit to it. Like a marriage you didn't agree with." I replied honestly.
"So you only helped me because it benefits you. You selfish fucking racist." He spat.
"Just shut up you inbred fuck." I replied before punching him.
I stood up and looked around until I saw at least 17 other pokemon around me. I pulled out my pistol and badge, pointing them at the people.
I decided to threaten them, "Stay back! I'm a cop and I will open fire!"
They took my threat seriously and backed away. I slowly walked towards an alleyway before running off. I swear to god I'm going to shoot Gojiro in the face. As I ran, I ended up bumping into a Nidoking screwing a female Toxicroak. The Toxicroak ran off in embarrassment, causing the Nidoking to glare at me.
He yelled, "You bastard! She just took my last 100 dollars before I finished!"
"You know prostitution is illegal right?" I asked.
"Yeah? So what? You gonna arrest me?" He asked, laughing a bit.
I pulled out my badge and pistol, "Yes, I am. Hands behind your back!"
He stood over me with an intimidating glare, "You've got a lot of nerve little man." He growled.
I flipped him off, "Nerve? I'll show you some nerve. The only reason Nidoqueen can't breed is because your kind fucked your full blood sisters."
He screamed, "You're dead!"
I pulled out my neutralize, "Not today!" I preshed the top.
Pst... He gave me a confused look. I pressed the can again and again until I realized it was empty.
"...It's empty... Oh shit." I started shooting the Nidoking.
His armor blocked the bullets, bruising the skin and tissue underneath. He swung his arm upwards, knocking me away. My pistol flew out of my hands with my shirt getting cut open. I sat up quickly, rolling to my right as the Nidoking's tail hit the cement. This bastard almost killed me! I stood up and looked for my gun. I heard metal get crushed as Nidoking stomped on my pistol.
"There. All fair. Hand to claw combat." He grinned, scraping his claws.
"You know killing a cop will screw your life up right?" I asked.
He chuckled, slamming his tail onto the cement, "I don't think that'll be a problem. I happen to like cooking and eating humans."
He opened his mouth, reading a flamethrower, "...My luck sucks." I mumble as I dodge a flamethrower.
Charges up an Ice Beam, causing me to hide behind a trash can. His attack froze it and the ground around the trash can.
'Special attacks. That's different.' I think to myself.
He decided to charge towards my current position. I tried to run but slipped on the ice. I slid out of the way luckily but he hit the frozen trash can towards me. Using my legs, I kicked the frozen trash can into the air. The Nidoking pounced on me but the Trash can fell onto his head. It shattered, hurting him and covering us in garbage.
"Ugh! I think I got some in my mouth!" I coughed angrily.
The Nidoking roared as it tried to clean the garbage off himself. I took the opportunity to get the fuck out of there. Once I was street side, I started yelling for help. Thankfully, a patrolling police car stopped and picked me up.
The driver was the Magmar, "Thank you so much man." I told him as he drove us.
He gagged a bit, "Don't mention it asshole. Just... ugh... take a shower when we get back to the station."
I laid down in the back, "You got it." With a yawn, I stretched a bit, 'Well... at least I'm safe. Now, how to get back at Gojiro... Oh... I know one.'
"What happened to you?" The Magmar asked.
"Gojiro abandoned me. So, I had to walk back alone and ended up attacked by several pokemon." I replied.
Magmar laughed, "Well, that's what you get, I guess."
His partner, a male human looked at me, "Being a racist is going to get you anywhere, you know?" He told me.
"Big whoop. Who are you anyways? I don't think we've met." I asked.
"My name is Justin. I've been here for a year already. Aura is really nice. You shouldn't have embarrassed her." Justin looked forward, an angry scowl on his face.
Justin is a 21 year old white male with medium blonde hair. He stands at 6 foot 3 wearing a white button up shirt. He wore a blue police hoodie over his button up shirt. Black dress pants and shoes covered his lower half.
I smirked, "So... you a fan of hers too just like Gojiro? Did she make you a happy birthday boy too?"
Justin blushed, glaring, "Keep it up! We will park this car and kick you out right now!"
"Aura is always a touchy subject with you guys." I chuckled.
"Don't let the rookie get to you Justin. He'll have plenty to say to the chief." Magmar told him.
"The chief?" I asked.
Magmar looked into the rear view mirror at me, "Yeah. The chief wants a word with you. It's about your poisonous attitude and how it's affecting everyone."
I sat back, "Shit!" I yelled.
Justin punched the ceiling of the car, "Aw yeah! Sweet Justice is served bitch!"
Magmar looked at Justin angrily, "Idiot! Don't dent the car! If you do then we'll have to speak to the chief!"
Justin chuckled nervously, scratching his chin, "Sorry Mark."
Mark shrugged and shook his head, "Ugh. What will I do with you."
"Come on. I'm the best partner you've ever had." Justin grinned.
"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that." Mark replied, looking at the road.
We arrived at the Police Station and I ended up being yelled at for a good three hours. To make it worse, he even threatened to fire me if I continue to cause problems. Aura added in her two cents about my negative attitude towards pokemon, so that made it worse. Gojiro then added in a request to not be my partner anymore. It felt like a continuous landslide of problems. The chief denied his request but ordered me to apologize to Gojiro. I walked back to our office and found Gojiro writing out his report.
I walked in and sat at my desk, "Hey Gojiro..." I muttered.
"Did you have fun getting yelled at?" Gojiro asked.
I looked down, frowning, "I bet everyone was listening in..."
Gojiro stood up, "We didn't need to. Everyone in the station could hear it. He was pissed."
Gojiro left the room to get a cup of coffee before coming back, "Hey... look, I'm really sorry about everything. I don't want to be fired so... I'll change my attitude."
"Are you going to give an honest effort?" Gojiro asked.
"Yes. I'll stay silent on anything pokemon related. I promise." I replied.
"Well... I guess that'll have to do. Now... why are you still wearing those rags?" Gojiro asked.
I looked aside, "I don't have any more clothes." I replied honestly.
"Not even at your house?" Gojiro asked.
I shuffled nervously, "...I don't have anything Gojiro. No home, friends or family. Pokemon took all of that from me. I was taken in by the police academy after the fire. They gave me everything I needed to survive. My only room mates were pokemon and they weren't the nicest of sorts. After I graduated, they took everything back and kicked me out. It was like they said, 'hey, here's your degree. Fuck you and good luck.' Luckily, I was chosen to come straight here. So, I have nothing. Are you really surprised by that?"
"Yeah. I never thought you'd act so high and mighty over pokemon but have absolutely nothing. That's... pitiable." Gojiro frowned.
"..." I hung my head sadly, "I guess my anger towards pokemon is a defense mechanism. I focus so much on it that I forget how utterly worthless I really am. Today, I honestly saw how... weak I am. Relying solely on weapons and a stupid spray for protection. I hate how gifted they are. Being able to fling shit with their minds or throwing boulders. It's... unfair. Not to mention no one even cares that my parents were murdered. The case ended without a search to try and figure out what happened. The pokemon probably just chalked it off as an electrical error or something. They didn't even bother to question why no one called for help. Is it me? Am I so ugly and undesirable that even god wants me wiped from existence. If so, why didn't the pokemon responsible finish the job? He was there! He could have killed me and I wouldn't have been able to stop him. I wish I was just killed along with my parents." Tears dripped down my face with sniffling or crying.
Gojiro left the room as I stared at my keyboard. When he came back, he had a cup of hot cocoa. He placed it on my desk and I looked at him.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Hot cocoa. You haven't been in the lunchroom yet?" Gojiro asked.
"I don't have any money..." I whispered.
"It's free." Gojiro told me.
I looked at the hot liquid, taking innthe sweet scent, "That doesn't matter. I don't deserve it."
Gojiro pat my back, "Stop being a bitch and drink the damn thing."
I took a hesitant sip, "Its good..."
Gojiro pulled his chair over to sit next to me, "My younger brother was taken when he was 11 years old." Gojiro told me.
"Hm?" I asked, confused on why he started telling me a story.
"Two years ago, when I first started, my brother was kidnapped. The local gang took him and made demands that I had to fulfill. They promised me this. 'As long as I follow their orders, I'll get my brother back.' Two months passed and I completed their last request. My brother was allowed to come back to me but... he wasn't the same. They raped him, tortured him and hyped him up on so many drugs, he lost his mind. He couldn't even remember who I was. So... I killed him. I put my brother out of his misery and swore vengeance. That's when me and Vulthurin became partners. It started off well but then... he got taken as well. I tried to save him and... ended up failing. He fell into the exact same trap but I couldn't kill him. I... erased everything. His name, badge, anything to do with him. I gave him back to the gang and they turned him into a drug mule. That's when I gave up on my fight against them. You won't win Rui. Trust me."
"..." I stayed silent staring at Gojiro.
This entire time... I thought he was full of shit. Some happy go lucky fanboy with barely any tragic experiences. Now... I can't help but see him as a... tortured soul. I was wrong about him. He does understand how I feel... How could I have been such a douche?
(Hm... chapter 4 will be named crime and punishment. What do you guys think it's about. ^_^ please follow, favorite and review to support the story.)