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Chapter 2: The victims of the victim
Chloe was driving along the road, it was the early morning and the sun was shining bright. The clouds were close to covering the sun, they were heavy clouds though and would inevitably ruin the sunny day with the heavy rain. Chloe pulled up at a small bar, it looked like the place bikers would go to sell crystal meth.
She walked inside and the smell of beer and vinegar hit her harder than the Red Wedding hit viewers. She walked up to Marcus who was half asleep at the bar, he had a glass and a near finished bottle of whisky in front of him.
"He owes fifty five dollars." The barman said as she went to pick Marcus up. She scowled at him, then took out her purse.
She later dragged him out of the bar and into her car. She started to drive along with the intention of getting to work but with the urge of removing his seatbelt and performing an emergency break.
The two reached the office and she handed him a pot of coffee and a mug. She sat at her desk with a box of documents. She was going through them so she might have a chance of understanding who Rachel was.
"Is he drunk?" Captain Nash asked as he walked over to them.
"He's always drunk." Chloe replied.
"I'll be fine...just gotta….Take a piss." Marcus said as he stumbled over to the bathroom. He walked into a stall and sniffed two lines of cocaine, he got up and it seemed to have sobered him up a little.
He walked back to Chloe and took some paperwork, she wa surprised by his sudden soberness.
"What happened to you?" Chloe asked, she was suspicious of this sudden change but it might have to wait.
"Coffee." He replied but she did not believe him. She handed him a folder, taking advantage of his sobriety.
"I'm going to meet up with George later...This might be another telekinetic based murder." Chloe explained.
"I'm going to go and find this Jesse Ryan kid….She went to the party with him." Marcus explained as he looked up the guys address.
Chloe met George at an old cafe outside of town. He was sat at the table, drinking his fourth cup of coffee, Chloe went in and sat down next to him.
"You drinking?" George asked as he downed the rest of the hot liquid. It burnt his throat but it kept him awake.
"I'm good thanks..So this case." Chloe said as she put a folder on top of the table
"Just be careful with this, these telekinetics make no sense. Who is Rachel Lang exactly?" George asked as he looked at a school picture of her, she seemed like an average unpopular schoolgirl.
"You said =this may be a family thing….Any other telekinetics than Carrie White?" Chloe asked.
"Her dead father maybe but dead is kind of….He died." George awkwardly explained, he lost the words for a moment but gave up trying to work out a better way of explaining it.
"So there could be another telekinetic in the area?'' Chloe asked but George just sighed.
"Look, from what we found out….The White family could be the only telekinetics. You need to find a connection between the two. Ralph White was described as some sort of womaniser back in his youth….Maybe she never knew her father. Or maybe her was her uncle...Find the connection." George explained. He showed her the picture of Rachel and was waving his hands in the air.
"Thanks." Chloe said as she went through some other documents.
"Just take my findings..Well, make copies of it at least." George explained. Chloe lit up by this, it would make her life so much more easier.
"Thanks, I appreciate it so much…..How is Daniel?" Chloe asked, finally addressing the Elephant in the room. The reaction on George's face told the whole story. The sheer dread and desperation that forced its way out.
"He ain't facing the death penalty...Thats for sure. He did shoot a very powerful guy though in front of a witness...He shot the fucking suspect." George explained.
All great men have a darkside...They strive for greatness to get away from their past." Chloe said. George looked at her, it seemed like she read it from some sort of poetry book.
"Who wrote that?" George asked.
"How the fuck should I know?" Chloe asked, this made George chuckle a little.
"The whole case could be thrown of court...it will be fucking thrown out of court. The poor bastard will be in prison though." George said as he slammed his fist onto the table.
"Sorry." Chloe said but it did not help at all.
"He's the nutcase." George said. He didn't mean to bad mouth his friend but he had it coming.
"I've got access to their work but George isn't going to be able to talk about the case..He is distraught." Chloe said as she got into her car.
"Ok, I'm just about to meet up with this Ryan kid alright...Talk to you later." Marcus said as he hung up. He knocked on the door and Jesse opened it. He was a tall, black haired kid with a good build...He was the stereotypical school athlete.
"Hello, my name is detective Marcus Clark..I think we spoke on the phone." Marcus said. He seemed a little bit dizzy, it was probably the lack of food.
"Yeah like twenty minutes ago." Jesse said. He was a little confused about what was going on. When they spoke on the phone you could barely work out what he was saying, his words were all slurred.
"Well I wasn't going to drop by unexpectedly now was I." Marcus said.
The two walked into the living room. Jesse had the house to himself so that he could pack for college. They sat on the chairs which were either side of a coffee table. It was a nice house but after the recent events the house just seemed so empty.
"Can I offer you a drink?" Jesse asked as Marcus made himself comfortable in the chair that looked like it was the shop model.
"Got any real drinks?" Marcus asked.
"I stopped drinking so there's no alcohol." Jesse said. All Marcus could hear was that there was no alcohol which meant that he would have to drink non-alcoholic drinks...He wasn't ready for that just yet.
"So Rachel Lang." Marcus said.
"Yeah...I took her to that party." Jesse replied. He flinched at her name though, still traumatised.
"And what happened?'' Marcus asked.
"Uhh...Well. We were doing the normal party thing when this video came on." Jesse said. He didn't like thinking about it, he had seen it and told it before but it was so painful. No amount of therapists could fix that, not even if they were the best in the state.
"Normal party thing?" Marcus interrupted.
"Drinking, flirting, dancing..The party thing but this video came on of us having...uh, we were." Jesse said but he felt embarrassed, he felt ashamed of what he did.
"Fucking?" Marcus asked bluntly.
"Yeah." Jesse said. The red had gone from his face.
"Then what?" Marcus asked. He didn't care if the kid was nervous, he just wanted to go.
"She did everything with her fucking mind or something..It was insane." Jesse explained, there was no way to explain it, it was just indescribable.
"All because of some girls gone wild tape...PMS for you." Marcus said as he looked around the room, he was agitated.
"It's not funny, people died." Jesse said, he was starting to get offended.
"They have a tendency to do that." Marcus said.
"What the fuck? They were murdered." Jesse argued, he was getting louder and angrier.
"My best friend and partner Ian Ward was shot dead the other week by a bunch of junkies...Forgive me if I seem a little distant with death." Marcus said. He matched his yell but Jesse just sunk into his sofa, Marcus knew he was sorry
"Sorry, It's weird though...I never thought she was into guys." Jesse said. It felt weird saying but it caught his attention.
"What?" Marcus asked, now curious about what was going on.
"Well when we did it...She was kind of, hating it." Jesse explained.
"Did she have any close friends?" Marcus said. He now took out his notebook and started to write this down.
"Lisa Parker was her only friend I think." Jesse said.
"She was a lesbian." Marcus yelled out loud in the precinct. Chloe looked up at him, confused.
"What?" She asked. Rodney was stood by the desk looking rather confused as well.
"Rachel Lang was a lesbian. Slept with Jesse to deny it, suppressing her emotions. The massacre was like the coming out, the Let it go." Marcus rambled as he sat at his desk.
"What the fuck are you on?" Chloe asked, Rodney was just laughing.
"She was having an affair with Lisa Parker who attended these straight camp things at the church in which McHale..The dead one. Anyway, she was a lesbian and with her mother being very christian it made sense." Marcus explained.
"That still makes no sense." Rodney commented.
"She was a fucking lesbian...Trust me on this one." Marcus replied. He threw her some notes, he had gone through the records at the old church, it was easy to get since it was always empty.
"Barbara Lang? Know her location?" Rodney asked as he checked his phone.
"Escaped the night of the massacre, presumed dead until her body is found." Chloe explained.
"What's up?" Marcus asked.
"There was a murder...A cop was torn apart. Barbara Lang was seen in that area." Rodney said. He showed them the photo on his phone that his partner had sent him, it was definitely her.
The three pulled up at the scene of the crime. The policeman had been torn to shreds, he was spread all over the tunnel, blood was on the ceiling. They looked at the body, this was not done by anyone.
"This could be a telekinetic death." Chloe said as she looked at the body.
"Was Barbara telekinetic?" Rodney asked.
"No...Rachel is alive." Chloe replied, she had no idea what was going to happen.
Past
Ralph White was sat in a bar drinking a cup of coffee. Barbara walked in and sat down next to him, she looked at him and was confused.
"You're in a bar and...Coffee?" Barbara asked. She would have laughed but it was not the time.
"Didn't get any sleep last night." Ralph replied as he took a gulp.
"Why do you want to meet?" Barbara asked.
"You've got to stop." Ralph said sternly.
"Stop?" Barbara asked. She knew what this was about and didn't want to discuss it now, but she knew it was going to happen.
"I can't take Carrie to live with you...I just can't." Ralph explained. There was no way for him to explain it, it was very difficult.
"Margaret is a schizophrenic. With her condition...Who knows what Margaret could do to her." Barbara argued but Ralph was not convinced.
"And imagine what would happen if I got up and left...Imagine what she would do to herself." Ralph argued back but this just pissed of Barbara.
"She's your wife...Please Ralph, she's insane. She needs to be inside a home." Barbara yelled.
"I can't." Ralph argued.
"Fuck you Ralph...I know that's an Irish Coffee as well, you're not fooling anyone." Barbara said as she got up to leave.
Ralph went back home after that. Carrie was in the living room playing with some toys whilst Margaret was in the kitchen. He walked up to the basement door and walked down the stairs, he turned the light on which brought light to the room. Nobody was allowed down there except for him, he would complain and argue about it extensively but it was his. He moved a couple of boxes and discovered a trunk. He pulled it out and opened the trunk, inside were guns. He had two pistols and a shotgun.
"I will take you Carrie, I promise but not yet." Ralph muttered to himself.
Well I hope you enjoyed and please review. Do you have any questions? Please feel free to message me or ask and I'll try to reply. So who killed the cop? Rachel or Barbara? What do you think of Marcus and his deductive skills? Thoughts on the flashbacks? Until next time, have fun.