Crime Scene

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 03, 2016

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Submitted: December 03, 2016



My car screeched to the site of the scene, and I jumped out of the car, gun immediately in my hand. There’s yellow tape surrounding the massive building and I can hear screams all around me, as well as a dozen blaring lights that seem to be coming from nowhere. I hear sirens all around me as at least five other cars hurtle to the scene, other officers run out of the cars.

Then one final car comes to the scene, slower.

It’s a black, sleek limousine and it slows to halt and then stops. Everyone stops to stare as the car dwindles there and then the door finally opens. The head officer climbs out of the car and I shake my head in annoyance. I told him there was no point in him coming. The others and I had it covered. That was my thought, at least until I saw someone else exit the car behind him. A scruffy young boy, maybe about 12, dressed in dark clothing. He had dirt on his face and something else on his hands. He looked up at us with an intense gaze, observing the scene before him.

My mouth dropped open and then I became infuriated. What on earth was he thinking, bringing a mere child to a crime scene?

Was he insane?

I storm over to them, and the child steps in front of the other officers, but I ignore him and head straight towards William, our head police sergant. I put my gun back in the holster and move towards him.

“And why do we have to bring a twelve – year old to a crime scene?” I practically yelled, William glared coldly at me and then stepped aside.

The boy smiled faintly and replied,

“Detective, I am here for your protection.”

I scoffed at that, and looked down at him, then turned back to look at William before I felt the most intense feeling of pain, rippling down through my spine, tearing through each of my brain cells, screeching pain hurtled down my spine and I nearly collapsed because of it.

The boy looked at me calmly and then pulled the hood back over his face and walked slowly towards the building, where the other officers were struggling to drag out three massive men, ripped clothing, hair everywhere, and tattoos running up and down their bare arms. They thrashed against the other officers, and they barely managed to contain them, but were able to cuff them. One of the men began to move towards me, but the young boy held up his hand and something swirled out from his hand.

Dark, enveloping shadows, as well as a dark blue web of light that connected with the man’s body and he hurtled backwards, skidding in the dirt behind him, smashing into the building behind him, stone shattering everywhere, dust flew through the air. I coughed, covering my eyes and mouth, hand at my gun, ready to draw.

When the dust cleared, the man who had tried to attack me was lying in a contorted position against the side of the building and the other handcuffed men looked petrified and tried to wrestle their way out of the cuffs. The boy stepped towards the two of them and placed his hands on their heads and bowed his hood covered head.

Blackness wound around them and their blood curdling screams ripped through the air, wind stirring up suddenly, gusting through the air and the boys cloak billowed in the wind and when he stepped back, all that was left of the two bastard criminals was a mound of crystallised black dust. The silence was like a suffocating curtain that draped over us, and then the boy turned to face me and then looked up at the other officers, their faces white and then he looked back at me.

“Do not take my protection lightly.” He stated in a low voice and then he raised his hand and the door to the limousine opened and he entered it.

He looked at us once more before speaking,

“I’ll see you back at the precinct.”

Then the door shut and the limousine glided over the ground and disappeared into the heavy fog.

Nobody said anything for what seemed like a century, and the silence wound around us like a canopy of mockery.

Nobody could say anything.

We all stood there, trying to understand and make sense of what just happened. Of course, we failed.

There was no earthly explanation for that.

I was about to speak, to do something to break the eerie silence that shrouded over all of us, but then William gave a slight shake to his head and I closed my mouth somewhat reluctantly.

Everyone got back into their respective cars, lights and sirens off as we sat in the chilling quiet of the cars and made our way back to the precint.

I rode in the car with William and he stared out the front of the window, wipers on, the rain that now was pouring down on it seemed ironic and ominous. His hands tapped nervously on the steering wheel and I had a feeling he was about to say something.

“I don’t have a lot of answers.” He finally broke the atmosphere of quiet around us and his voice seemed to sound harsh to my ears like shattering glass against the face of a cliff.

I remained silent and waited for him to continue, and he breathed in once more, appearing to gather his frazzled thoughts.

“I was on the way to the scene, I just got the call same as you, and I had to make a detour, the main road was blocked off because of renovations to some building. I’m not really sure. I remember turning into a road I’d never seen before and trying to gather my bearings.” William became silent again for a short moment, and I noticed that his hands shook slightly on the wheel as he drove, but he gripped onto in and his knuckles paled next to the dark leather on the wheel.

“That was when I saw him. Well, I didn’t see him at first, I drove nearly all the way to the end of the road and then suddenly, he was there. I assumed I hadn’t seen him because there was quite a heavy fog down where this road was. I slowed down, I thought maybe he was lost and needed a place to be and I was ready to drive back down to the precint, call his parents and get him home; and so I opened the door.

That was then I knew something was wrong. Well, not wrong,” William paused ruefully to consider.
“More like…different.

He has that hood on, and he lifts it up and stares at me, and then he says, “You’re going to need my help, William.”

With that last statement, William flicked his out of the side of the window of the car and then looked wryly back at me, giving a grimace after a moment, and then puts his attention back on the road.

“I didn’t know what to say at first. I was about to ask him how he knew my name, evidently, but he simply clambers into the front seat as calm as could be and looks at the door, and it slammed shut on its own. This…kid, he just looks at me for the longest minute and then over the dashboard to the rain that was coming down in torrents.”

“I turned to him, all I had were questions to ask, but he just shakes his head and sighs, pulling the hood back over his face and then I had no choice but to start the engine back up and make my way down to the scene.”

“The last thing he said before we reached the scene was, “Sometimes things happen that we don’t understand. This is one of those times.”

I sat in the seat, stunned at William’s wild tale. I didn’t know what to make of it. If I hadn’t seen that kid do what he’d done, I probably would’ve admitted William to an insane institution. But I’d seen things that made me question my own existence, so of course, I had no choice but to believe William. Believe the child.


But who was this child?

There was no way of knowing. 

At least not yet. 

We pulled into the station, silently exiting the car as we made our way over to the dimly lit building, the city dark all around us, as it was nearing midnight. 

The other deputies would be in the station still, as we were all on duty tonight, due to a massive rise in crime rate. I shook my head, looking down at the ground as I did, wondering how our city had ever gotten into this mess. 

William opened the door to the building and I followed him, still looking down at the ground and then I hit a solid object. Looking up in annoyance and surprise, I saw William staring into the building at something I couldn’t see. He looked . . . unnerved would be how I’d put it. 

I looked up and I mirrored Williams action, simply staring. 
At what must have been a hundred children standing in the room, silently watching us.

Silver eyes bore into us and I took a hesitant step forward.

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