Detective Victoria Valentine was staring at the dead body. Her eyes were emotionless, her face was blank. The small blood puddle has formed under the head. It was a headshot. The man was of mid twenties just like her, just like her a detective of the PD. Ricki Gomes wasn't the most friendly man but was her partner, a brilliant detective with a little sadistic tilt. Vicki's teeth clenched, "Stupid, how could you die on me? Why did I even let you go?"
One day earlier
"Vicki, I have a lead, a dealer had spotted our bird." Ricky was boiling in excitement. For the first time he was getting some light in a very tight case.
An old lady was murdered in her apartment, there were no signs of forced entry, the door was locked from inside so were the windows. The old woman was shot from point blank range, they also discovered the murder weapon. Surprisingly not a single valuable was taken.
Alas, there weren't any fingerprints on the gun. Apparently killer only used a gun. At the time of the murder the security of the house saw no one coming in or going out. The body was found by a pizza delivery boy as a Pizza was ordered at that address. The autopsy revealed that the old woman already had dinner and the Pizza company confirmed that the order came from a payphone and a young woman ordered it.
Ricky had already employed his "street children" (a bunch of young homeless kids) to gather information. Yesterday one of them came with a very intriguing news, . The contact will wait for Ricky at Ford Street, tomorrow from 4-5 in afternoon.
Ricky threw 10 bucks to his kid informer, "This means celebration, need to pay Vicki a visit."
Ricky had no fear of the demon incarnate of the PD. To anyone else she was the devil incarnate, a rash, abrasive, violent, sadistic detective who snapped out at criminals and innocent souls with near equal frequency. Surprisingly Ricky had no qualms in seeing her. His partner in the investigation and potential love interest was the same Vicki Valentine.
"I've already a lead all I need to do now is figuring out the trick the killer used. The pizza guy and the watchman do have their airtight alibis. The payphone from which the call was made also confirmed that a woman did use that. My contact also said that he has snapped a pic of that person, so it is quite clear now." Ricky finished.
Vicki's lips curled in a smile, "So you're making progress, that's commendable, but those street children?"
"Nobody suspects them. Believe me they are as good as the KGB. Now what about my reward?" Ricky asked with pleading eyes.
" Rickstaer , do you have a deathwish?" Vicki replied with a sadistic smile.
"Death in the hands of the succubus, I can die with that." Ricky had the wits to play around with the words.
"You..." Vicki lunged at Ricky, tearing his sweat shirt, "Do your pants, I'm not gonna do them for you." the enamoured woman replied.
Ricky stripped of his clothes, so did Vicki. Vicki always liked to take charge, she slowly mounted him, kissing him passionately while rubbing her clit. against his erect member.
Ricky brought out a small packet of condoms, "Safer sex is better sex, oh my queen. Thou shall ride it safely."
Vicki burst into laughter, Ricky's wit was unparalleled even in these sort of times.
"Just do it, idiot." Vicki put Ricky's member in her. They moved in unison, they moved in harmony. It wasn't their first time but it felt exhilarating for both of them. The duo climaxed simultaneously.
Back to reality
"Detective Valentine, We have found two other bodies, in those dumpsters." the junior detective Kowalski informed.
Vicki snapped back back to reality by the her subordinate's voice, in her characteristic harsh tone she ordered, "Have you id'd the bodies?"
Kowalski gulped, "we are...actually..." "Shut the fuck up, don't you dare to tell me that you haven't id'd them yet, what are you a office clerk? who gave you the appointment?" the junior detective was baffled, he knew that Vicki was mean and harsh but this was unheard of.
The bodies were soon identified, one was of a homeless kid and another was a rotten corpse of a young man, who worked as a pizza delivery guy.
Four hours later
"Why the pizza guy and the kid was killed, even though the kid and Ricky was killed around same time why then hide only two bodies and leave Ricky's body on the spot?Why did the killer do it? what was their angle?"
Vicki was in a brainstorming session, the current developments made almost no sense to her. She didn't cry, she vowed "I'll thrash the culprit, I'll avenge him, only on that day I'll cry."
Her chest felt like a volcano with the magma of grief boiling inside. She wanted to hurt someone, she wanted to see someone suffer, an unfortunate stray cat jumped in her room, she instantly threw her beer bottle towards it, the poor cat lost its footing and his face was bleeding badly. A smile appeared at Vicki's face, she silently strode towards it. At least now she can sleep peacefully.
One month later
"Is it alright chief, to assign that rookie over there?" Assistant Chief detective Leona Collins asked Chief Hamada.
"What's wrong Collins, why do you think that?" Hamada looked a bit flustered.
"Well, Ricky had a sort of relationship with her, now he is gone. She is in a very bad mood, would it be good to send the rookie to her?" Collins was anxious.
"Believe me, Turner will pull it off. I have unwavering faith in him."
Timothy Turner waited for this day for a long period of time. From his childhood he wanted to be a detective, once a detective solved a murder-case in the neighbourhood, Timmy witnessed it. He was awed by the observational power and reasoning of the detective. He was so charged up that he bought all sorts of mystery fiction to train himself. Now it was his big break. It was his time to shine.
Meeting the devil
"So you are the kid whom I've to babysit?" the question stunned the young man. He never expected that his senior partner would be this rude.
"Listen kiddo, I have some ground rules, it's strictly professional here, don't think that I'll be your friend for a single minute." Vicki's pink eyes were glaring with anger.
"This stupid kid, why he takes after him, he only reminds me of him. Who the hell assigned him to me?" Vicki was mentally cursing , while Timmy was taken aback. He heard that Vicki's partner has been killed while he was meeting a contact, he knew that. "Probably she is suffering from guilt of not being able to save him, I should help her."
"Vicki if anything is wrong you can..." suddenly Timmy was yanked forwards by his shirt collar, Vicki's eyes were now at level with Timmy's. Burning pink looked in the azure, "Listen twerp, you aren't my therapist, so don't act like one, another step and you'll be in morgue." Vicki shoved him away violently.
Timmy blurted out a meek "Ok."
Suddenly a file was being tossed at the scared detective, "This file contains all the material about the case, read them carefully."
Timmy opened the file and started reading about the details, he occasionally took notes on his writing pad.
After some thirty minutes Timmy was through with the details, "If yo please allow me I would like..."
He was cut short, "If it's about the case then fine." Vicki answered without even bothering to look at Timmy.
"There is a strange connection, the man whose rotten body was found used to work at the same pizza station, supposed fake order was also received at the same pizza station."
"Hmm, so what?" Vicki narrowed her eyes on Timmy.
"Um, well then the killer might have intercepted the pizza guy enroute, killed him and faked himself as the pizza guy..."
"You are a true dumbfuck, if the culprit came in the guise of a pizza guy, then he can surely kill the victim but then who discovered the body along with the watchman?" a snarl came out from her.
The devils wrath
"If somebody ever writes anything about history of sucking, he must include my interaction with her. Man how can anyone be such sour and frightening? She is probably frustrated." Timmy was on his way to the gym for his daily routine of exercise and kick-boxing.
On entering the gym he could see that a spar was going on in the kick-boxing arena. A fighter in green vest and black pushups was kicking the crap out of his friend Chester. The unknown fighter moved with the swiftness of a snake and struck with the power of a tiger. Chester didn't stand a chance, he tapped out.
Timmy was intrigued, surely Chester wasn't any world champion of kick-boxing but he was better than average, else this gym would never been that famous.
In the mean time the fight ended as Chester opted out, the other fighter looked directly towards Timmy, a cold chill ran through his spine by seeing that dusky red hair, the burning pink eyes, that ruthlessness.
Vicki shouted "Hey, Twerp, care to make me train some more?" Though it may have sounded innocent but there was a dangerous edge in it, as if "Defy me and end up in morgue."
"Again she is insulting me, why? why I'm so despised? If she wasn't like this she would have been the ideal girl." Timmy sighed and replied "But you might break me, literally."
"It's your choice twerp, spar me and I'll leave you alone in the office or you end up in the morgue."
With no other options viable, Timmy had to oblige, though the Gym was near empty and Chester was busy licking his wounds so Timmy thought it won't be that bad.
Timmy put on his helmet and sparring gloves and entered the arena, "let's dance twerp" Vicki's lips cured in a wicked smile.
Initially the fight seemed to be in a deadlock, as Timmy was defensively very strategic. The blows which he couldn't avoid brought him moderate pain. On the offensive he was able to deal two good hooks. As if the intensity with which she was fighting Chester was gone. Suddenly Timmy saw an opening and used a roundhouse kick, It caught Vicki by surprise but yet she dodged it.
"I thought that I might go easier on you, but you are a Beeg boy, so brace yourself twerp." Vicki launched a furry of combinations of hooks, jabs, crosses and uppercuts. Timmy was baffled he was hardly able to block anything, these blows brought immense pain to him, Vicki followed it up with a knee strike in his gut. Timmy doubled over, the wind was out of his lungs, he crouched down and tried to support his torso with his arms.
"Soo, you call yourself my partner, Ricky was much better than you, he would given me a run for my money, unlike you, pathetic piece of shit."
The comment cut little deeper than Vicki had intended, "I'm not done yet. Do you even know that that you're no different than the thugs you subdue? I'm not going to let you trample over me, anymore." Timmy stood up in his stance with great difficulty.
"Still talking big, twerp." Vicki leapt forward and dealt a jumping roundhouse kick on Timmy's head, the blow was brutal. Timmy felt a massive sensation of pain and his world blacked out.
Timmy woke up with aching pain all over his body, "There there, don't strain yourself." the familiar voice was reassuring, as Chester was currently looking at him. Chester helped Timmy to sit.
"She is a very violent fighter, she is merciless, that's why I opted out from the bout. I guess you ticked her off somehow, though she never thrashed anyone like you." Chester stated.
"She doesn't need a reason to hurt anyone, especially me." Timmy's voice dipped with anger.
"That's bad dude, but what did you do to deserve this? She didn't even told me that you were out cold." Chester asked
"Oh well, I was partnered with her as her previous partner was killed in an attack.I tried to be nice to her, she started hating me, throwing insults and punches with equal frequency. It's my fate, dude."Timmy answered while standing up.
In her mind
"I'm not done yet. Do you even know that that you're no different than the thugs you subdue? I'm not going to let you trample over me, anymore." she thought in her mind, "What an inslovent brat, I'm right in hating him. I should have made him suffer more."
Vicki was returning to her apartment, beating the crap out of the rookie gave her satisfaction, it eased her pain. Suddenly a stray cat stood in her path, she saw its face was scared from the beer bottle she threw at it. The cat shook in fear and fled upon seeing her. "Guess, now I'm the beeg bad Vicki, good, it's good to be bad, cause being good is just being spineless." Vicki uttered in her mind.
She opened her flat and threw the kit bag on the couch and strode over to the fridge, she brought out the sandwiches and put them in the microwave to heat them up.
Vicki was shivering, she had to flee. She knew that her father hits them but not this. Her father would always hurl things at her mom, her sister and herself but this was terrifying. She had seen her father stabbing her mother to death. Her father was covered in blood, he looked like a demon, a fiend. He saw them he chased them, she ran with her little sister Tootie. They locked themselves in the living room, and Vicki called 911.
I need help, my father killed my mom and wants to kill us.
...
Please come first.
...
The door burst open, Richard came in with a knife in his hand, "Hey my little dearies, looks like I'll have to take care of you now."
"Stay away from us you bastard." Vicki shielded Tootie.
Richard Valentine brushed the his older daughter aside, and snatched his younger daughter, Vicki tried to attack but Richard kicked her on head, thus rendering her motionless, then he tore Tootie's clothing.
"Daddy, please no hurt me, please no ..." her screams were muffled, a tear escaped Vicki's eye, but the following incident shook her from her core, Richard held the defenceless girl and undid his pants. Then he forcefully raped his daughter, Tootie's cries were muffled by his strong hand, soon he slashed Tootie's throat still riding violating her. The room filled with the coppery smell, Vicki still couldn't move but her face showed only one emotion.
Richard let go of Tootie's body, "Now I'll do you, big red slut." he teasingly strode to her. Vicki readied her body for a final attack, suddenly a thunderclap was heard, Vicki saw Richard crouching down, holding his right wrist , blood ozzing out of there. Vicki knew 911 did their job.
Vicki woke up in her bed with dripping sweat, "The same dream, well almost like time travel." she looked at her clock, "2 a.m., still a long way to go." she got up and fetched herself a glass of water and turned the a.c. two degrees lower.
"Ricky, you surely did great for me." she sighed as the memories of her scarred early life came back to her and how her relationship with Ricky helped her cope with her battered past.
As if Ricky was designed for her, to heal her wounds, to cater her needs, to shoulder her when she needed it most. Ricky's perceptive nature never gave her a chance to complain. If her memories haunted her, Ricky was there, if she cried even then Ricky was there, the first touch of love which she had after an almost eternity was his. When the world looked at her sympathetically for her past, tried to show the mock concern it only angered her. She was outraged by their shallowness.
Ricky showed genuine concern and love to her, she was happy after an eternity.
"That dumb kid, he thinks he understands me, well what does he know in the first place, acting like a tough guy, trying to play hero in my eyes. He will never become a fraction of what Ricky was." Vicki threw the pillow out of frustration.