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Norman Jayden

Sunday, April 12, 2012

5:10 a.m.

Manhattan Area

"Amanda, you need to go get in my car, I'm going to check out the scene." Norman said, finally coming down from his explosion of adrenaline.

"Ok…thank you...again..." Norman could tell Amanda was still shaken. This, he knew, was understandable, seeing as how she just shot a man.

Jayden knew what he had to do now. He didn't have enough time to do a normal, traditional search. He had to use the scanning function on ARI, which means he might hit Triptocaine withdrawal. You see, ARI has some very negative effects when not counterbalanced with Tripto, but Tripto had some horrible effects when taken at any time. Norman knew he had to risk it….but he didn't want to at all. He was scared.

For the first time in six months, he slipped on that scanning glove and donned the sunglasses. The world immediately took on a bluish hue. Norman flicked his palm open, and the greenish scanning circle shot out from his palm, scanning the area for clues. There first thing he noticed was the blood trail leading into the back of the alley. This had to be the killer's. Norman scanned the first drop he came to. No name came up, meaning the killer wasn't in CODIS, the Combined DNA Index System. This was a sample of the killer's DNA none the less, meaning Norman could cross reference it with any other DNA traces and confirm where this guy had been. Norman followed the blood trail to the end of the alley, or rather the fence separating the two parts of the alley. The killer had climbed up on top of the dumpster and hopped the fence.

"Hmm….what is this?" Norman asked himself, finding a small piece of fabric with a bit of blood on it. "Killer's blood…must be killer's clothes. Too bad it's just some simple, cheap hoodie."

Norman took a look over his shoulder to make sure Amanda was still ok, and then hopped over the fence. There was blood on the ground, but not a lot. Again, the unnamed attacker's blood.

"Must've been a through and through shoulder shot. No bone, no arteries, just pain and a bit of blood, though I'm no doctor."

The blood trail led to a street. Norman walked out onto the side walked and looked for the blood trail, but it ended there, on the sidewalk.

"Hey, you, gentleman in the suit!" Norman snapped his head around to see a younger guy running towards him, yelling. "I need ya help!"

"What is it?" Norman inquired.

"Some dickbag stole my cab! You gotta do…something! I just need some fucking help!"

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't help you. You have to file a report with the police." Norman went back into the alley. He knew who had stolen the cab.

"Dude, what the fuck?! Get back here! Are you really just going to walk away!?"

Norman didn't like leaving the cabbie. He knew it was bullshit, but it would be fighting for a lost cause. His cab, and the killer, were long gone.

Norman hopped back over the fence and walked to his car. There was nothing left for him in the alley. Norman walked to the driver's side of the car and got in. He started the car and began to drive.

"So…Amanda…how are you…doing?" Norman asked. Norman never was good at talking to girls, nor was he good at anything involving personal relationships.

"Uh…good, I guess. Did I…kill him?"

"No, you shot him in the shoulder, through and through. Sadly, he'll be just fine."

"Who was he!? And who are you for that matter!?" Amanda said, her voice escalating.

"I have not a clue who he was. Me? I'm Norman Jayden. I'd be surprised if you haven't heard my name."

"Wait…THE Norman Jayden? Holy shit! You do realize who I am, right?"

"The daughter of Carter Blake, my partner in the Origami Affair?"

"He always said you could put two and two together and get four, hahaha!"

"Wait…CARTER BLAKE complemented ME? I think I might die."

"Wow, you even pronounce dad's name like he said. 'Cahtah'. I love your accent."

"Yeah, those were some interesting moments." Just then Norman's phone rang, "Shit, I gotta take this. Hello?"

"Norman, where the fuck are you?" It was Norman's boss.

"Boss, I'm not coming in any time soon. I have a huge case of origamical proportions," Norman liked that, it was a cool word. 'Origamical', "I'm got a huge lead on the Butcher. I gotta go, bye." Norman hung up abruptly. It was better to ask for forgiveness than permission with his boss.

"Holy shit, dude! Did you just hang up on your boss?" Amanda asked in astonishment.

"Eh, he'll get over it"

"Ok, I like you Norman, you're a lot less of a pussy than my dad said."

"I don't know whether to consider that a compliment or a put down." Norman liked this girl too. She had a certain spark about her. "We're here."

"Where?" Amanda inquired.

"My apartment"

Norman Jayden

Sunday, April 12, 2012

5:35 a.m.

Norman's Apartment

"Wow. Nice place, bro" Amanda stated.

"Thank you, Ms. Blake. I'm going to be in my room, reviewing the case file. Please, make yourself at home. If you need anything, just knock."

"Gotcha!" Amanda exclaimed, popping open one of Norman's beers from his fridge and jumping on his couch.

Norman walked into his room and sat at his desk. He suddenly felt a cold sweat coming on, but he brushed it off. Jayden put his ARI glasses on, turning the room in his semi-upscale apartment into a lush, autumn forest. This was Jayden's favorite ARI environment. He opened a case file, matching the unnamed DNA from it to his attacker's. A perfect match.

Just then, there seemed to be a glitch in the system, his environment seizing around him, the forest slipping into walls of binary. He felt liquid run from his nose to the top of his upper lip. Blood. Norman was scared shitless. And then, everything was calm.

Norman heard footsteps coming towards him, ones of a light build. A soothing voice, seductive, yet pure slipped over him.

"Hello, Norman."