This is a little dark story I have been working on for a while. It might include some grammatical mistakes here and there, or misunderstanding. On the whole, I hope to have your educated opinion, and I embrace critiques. This is yet to be modified. Please make every remark you can. I cling to that.
“Hello Mrs. Brock. I am detective assistant Rami and I am
about to go through the report general details with you and ask you some
questions. Let me sort the papers out for a minute and then be begin.”, says a
police officer as he examines the scattered, out-of-order papers, trying to
rearrange them with very little interest.
“Of course.”, she replies.
“Okay. Not much forensic and technical details were noted
here but we’re talking about the following: a shriek was heard by you. Running
steps are heard immediately. Two bodies. One due to several shots and another one
due to what seems like an overdose of an unknown drug yet to be tested. Tell me
about it, will you?”
“Oh, I will. Shrieks coming out of our neighbors’ house are
not very uncommon to say the least. Only a week ago I observed a strange,
inexplicable behavior; that was Larisa running out of the house, screaming and
crying. A thick rope falling off of her.”
With his attention divided, partially dedicated to put the
pages back in order, he rids himself with “Larisa?”, still making an effort to
keep up in any tenuous way. Thus seeing a negligible “Larisa” in one of the
many, fully detailed papers, fixed it. “Larisa, indeed. So what was it all
about?”.
“Actually, it was my understanding that…”, she begins
when a baffled expression comes to her face, “she was indicted. She, thus, was overwhelmed.”
A week before:
“Larisa, you are facing a long period of time in this
shithole for larceny, unless you come clean. Then- we can have a deal”, one,
then, said overzealously.
“I haven’t stolen anything of persistent value and
you know that. Besides, I really needed it. You know how I be when I don’t have
it. Why do this to me?”, begs heartbroken Larisa, again, back then.
“But I also happen to know how you be when you
over-have it. I am no fool. But for the propriety and intactness of the
process, assume as command that I am no acquaintance, and that I neither acknowledge
nor uphold any antecedent motive or rationality you might have had during a commitment
of a crime.”, he reproaches.
“I don’t like it here”, she resumes, “Please,
anything but staying in this vault screaming out ever-lasting agony one more
day.”, sobs poor, hungry Larisa in a room containing nothing but an
environmentally incompatible table, and a pair of chairs.
“As humanity have learnt, there is an alternative.
There always is. I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. What say you?”.
“I am at your mercy.”.
“There is a guest waiting for you. She wishes to see you. We will now
go to the visit room and you will both get some privacy.”.
The visit occurs in another empty room, where between Larisa
and the guest named Shenya separates a clumsily-set glass block. The one eavesdrops, and
getting ahold of something severe, he rushes back into the room, stating,
outraged, “you just get yourself a death penalty.”.
At the moment:
“Indicted, ha?”, says the officer with fading interest as if
weren’t little enough.
“Well, she wouldn’t confess to it when I sat with her, trying
to figure it out. Anyway, I simply walked her back to her residence, which she
was hesitant about. Curiously enough, she would have more likely been indicted
later on after stealing food from a local store. No one, however, caught her in
action.”.
A week before:
“What you had just plotted with Sheyna would have put people
in great danger. I am sure a lesson was learned. The offer is still on the
table. Here, some ice. Good for your neck.”, says the one, who is back
to sense.
A few hours before(the crime):
“Congrats, kid. You’ve really, literally, outdone yourself.
Let’s celebrate.”, says the one, overzealous for different, non-abusive
reasons. He then pulls out this magic bag of sweet white powder.
“Come on Sean, did you just take all the washing powder we
have left? should I mention to you how invaluable it is these days?”, responds
another one, baffled. A girl.
“I don’t think you guys get it. You are about to have a
revelation. A feast. A tipsy dance. Gimme a dollar, Sheyna.”, he proclaims.
“We are out of money, are you kidding?”, she reminds him.
“Oh right. No biggie. We take it by mouth.”, he concludes, “you’ll
be baked soon.”
“So, baking soda, perhaps?”, she throws, sarcastically.
Larisa Laughs at the comment, not entirely understanding.
“Coke, baby, coke.”.
“Sweet!”, Sheyna says with her eyes glazed as if she were
already under the effect of the magical, sweet white powder. Larisa’s
eyes were glazed as well, but for a clear reason. A neglected one, perhaps.
Larisa seems hesitant. Sean observes that and reassures: “Remember
the conversation we had a few days ago. You are going to need it the most. Take
my word for it.”.
He was right, in a way. The feast begins, all playing along.
All play with one another. Larisa indeed seems to be affected the most, intoxicated
with a sweet drug her mouth was starting to miss, and her body, as it seemed
now and then, was starting to lack.
Sean obeys his urges and starts to hunt Sheyna down.
“Please. Let me. We had a lot of fun last time. It plays our
bodies. So pleasantly it pushes down our secret keys.”, he describes as seductively
as the eternally-punished snake from Heaven would. And the current Heaven is yet to be taken
away.
“I don’t know. I think it is a bad idea. Let not the moment
be ruined. Just embrace it, enjoy.”
Back to now:
By now, the officer is confident enough with the order of
the pages to the extent of placing them neatly between the base and the fangs
of an executory stapler, letting a big pound, and sealing its fate, forcing a
narrative, somewhat typically of this authority in some cases.
“Once liberated, they believed they were living in a scene,
yet they were living in sin. Sodomy. Violence. God damned psychoactive
drugs.”, Mrs. Brocks added, shaking her head with deep sorrow, concealing a
variety of emotions. “I adored them, but God has his ways to purify our holy
lands. His.”, she presumed with great temerity.
“Mrs., I might not be paying attention as much as I should
have, but not even once have my intuitions betrayed me. You are hiding
something. It is within my authority to keep you here, and I can assure you
that whatever it is you are hiding, whatever way in which you have to do with this
crime, we will find it out sooner or later, and believe me, focusing on you,
the sooner, the better.”.
“I know I did something wrong. But they mattered to me so
much. In some point, however, I found out about their horrific lifestyle. Unguided,
though, I knew they were going against the Lord and that they were forever helpless
from some point. I would visit them every night for two weeks, starting three
weeks ago. I brought them food, which they depended on. That day, as usual, I paid
a warm visit. I realized everyone’s upstairs. On my way to fix me a glass of
water first, I ran into a fat pile of sacks full of white powder, which, as
from this very evening I assume to be cocaine. I thought I could make things
worked, so I reported nothing.”. says Mrs. Brock, sobbing strongly.
“The substance Is still in the lab for now, but go on.”
“I went up the stairs, entered a room where those awful
sounds came from. There they were, Sean and Sheyna, engaging in this satanic
activity. I took off, and gave them up.”.
“Satanic activity? You gotta help me out here, because sex,
assuming this is what you were referring, is a very normal activity.”
“You can’t suggest that this is a moral deed, what I just
described, given the details, can you?”.
Shortly before:
“I embrace the moment. I enjoy it. But I don’t wish to limit
myself. I am the man of the house, after all.”, Sean says, or perhaps even
threatens. Both He and Shenya have been remiss in keeping an eye on Larisa,
who, according to her pace, will have been consumed too much of the dubious
powder. She falls down. Her heartbeat and breath ceased. Shenya freaks out and
try to reach for the telephone. Sean does not like this idea, which could put
people in great danger. He pulls out a secret gun and points it at her: “Hands.
Off. The fucking. Telephone. Now.”.
“What is it good for? Ha? Man of the house? What house?
Living like this was a mistake for the very beginning. Wanna shoot me? Go for
it. Our lives are a mess anyway.”, she says while making a call. Sean shoots
her twice. One bullet in the throat. The other one in forehead. Then, insanely,
he drops the weapon, and runs. A few final shots and the scene they lived in endeth and ready to go, replaced by a
new one called a “crime scene”.
Currently:
“Why did you start visiting your neighbors regularly only three
week ago?”, the officer asks suspiciously.
“This is when their mom left. Just packed and took off,
leaving three kids alone. No father in the picture.”.
“Kids?! What? It makes no sense!”, the officer shouts while
going through the supposedly organized papers. He was shocked to learn that
there was a paper he overlooked. The first paper, made to be the last.
“The apartment described above is the legal property of
Sandra Altman, a single mother to Sean Altman- 12 years old, Sheyna Altman- 12
years old, and Larisa Altman- 10 years old.”. – “Shit! How come you didn’t
report about it? Can you imagine what it would be like if your own children
were left, neglected, no authorities or supervision?”
“That’s my point officer. I have no Children. I never had. I am all alone. Now one to read a bed time story. No one to feed. No one to tuck in. This is what God wants for me. He brought misery upon me. I am doomed.” she sobs with heart-melting sorrow.
"Mrs., you have great responsibility and a big part in that matter. I don't know what to say besides that this is far from over for you.".
The officer is paged to the crime scene and catches up with
the experts. By his way there he walks into a room with nothing but an
unfitting table and a pair of chairs. Makes his way through a room with a block
of glass standing clumsily. He then findS the man in charge and catches up with
her.
“They were little kids who were mostly idle and afraid. Got influenced
easily by movies not suited for them. Soon they found themselves running an
imagined autonomous system of rules, duties, while desiring an also fictitious
criminal lifestyle. The horrendous game has, eventually, become a reality. Larisa
had diabetes and was lacking indispensable medical care. It is now
assessed that her blood sugar levels where dangerously high. We still check the
drug possibility.”
A little time ago:
“What a sick, sad game the poor kids played. A questioning
room. Actual jail, with a visiting room and visiting hours; a fucking execution
room with a hanging rope, a freaking gun. All a big show. So fucked up”, says
John, a forensic scientist, to his partner, Julia, to whom he just got engaged.
“You forgot to mention the cocaine.”, she corrects.
John opens one of the still-closed, magic, sweet white
powder, gets some on his finger, runs it through her wet lower lip and
announces:
“sugar, baby, sugar.”.
Points: 602
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