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3 - The Questioning

The first rays of morning sun fell on Alec's face making him scrunch his eyes, the windows were wide open and light cold zephyrs were cascading into the room, foretelling of the upcoming rain.

He slowly sat up but grabbed his head which was hurting like a bitch. Sighing, he reached out for the drawer of the side table but saw a tray instead, which had the medicines, lime water with some breakfast, and a cup of hot black coffee.

Looking around, he noticed that he was just in his boxers with junks falling out, all his clothes were neatly folded and kept in a pile on the chair, the pile of dirty clothes that were previously there was now dumped in the laundry bag he never uses and his desk was properly made.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose as the memories of his drunken state flashed in front of his eyes. The way his roommate took care of him, the way he handled him, and after seeing his state, he was sure that the man went out of his way to make sure about his comfort.

Why was his roommate too good to him, he couldn't understand as he did everything to push him away. He had disrespected him several times, been rude to him, hell, even treated him like trash, but that man doesn't budge. Why can't Elijah get that he doesn't want to get close to anyone? It only hurts.

Making himself comfortable, he first fixed the boxers, then picked up the medicine and shoved it in his mouth. He then picked up the tray and kept it on his lap, picked the bacon, and started chewing it when his phone buzzed loudly.

Groaning, he received it without seeing who it was. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS!? I SWEAR IF THIS IS-"

"Of...officer Lightwood," a trembling voice came from the other side, "it's... it's Magnus Bane... I... I... was attacked right now... and... and your... cop...cops are... dead... th...they... all..." the man trailed off and the bacon he was holding fell as his heart raced five times faster.

"Mr. Bane, calm down, we're on our way. Stay where you are and don't cut the call, okay? STALKWEATHER!" he rushed his words, then stood up, grabbed his towel, and started running out of his room while tying it around his waist.

"F... fast..."

"We'll be there, just keep talking to me."

"Pl... please... f... fast..."

"Stalkweather! Where in the world-"

"Dude! Why are you burstin-" he was cut off mid-sentence when Alec shoved his phone in his hand.

"It's Mr. Bane from yesterday at the other end, he was attacked right now and our cops have been shot dead. Keep talking to him and take out the car, inform the headquarters as well. I'll be there in a minute." Elijah nodded and rushed towards the garage while Alec rushed back inside his room.

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*Half hour later*

*Magnus's apartment*

Magnus' whole house was covered in yellow crime scene tape, the bodies of the cops had been taken to the hospital, forensics had arrived and was investigating his house and he was sitting on the couch in the main living room, surrounded by four cops, his body trembling as he answered their questions.

"Mr. Bane, you don't have any idea how that guy came in? At all?" Elijah questioned, as he handed another glass of water to him. The medics had done his checkup, he was okay, had several scars and wounds, the possibility of bone fracture or dislocation, and needed to be admitted to the hospital for the same, but he wanted to co-operate in the interrogation first so here he was.

"No, I was in my kitchen when that first bullet..." he trailed off, "he must have come from the back door. I don't know how he knew that the door was broken, but there's a possibility that he did. I would have seen him from the window if he came from the front door."