mUlTiFaNdOm One Shot book

He Was Mean to You

(A/N: So this isn't per se a one-shot, it's more of a short story for school but I wanted to put it here cause I love you guys <3)

Detective Francis Nebula was a thirty-five-year-old hard-boiled eccentric police detective with medium brown hair, blue eyes, and a weird obsession with suspenders. His partner, Cornelius Crabson, was a newer detective working the case with him as his right hand. Francis had always been an underdog. After all, his peers didn't see him as an equal, because he was gay. His sexuality always made it hard for him because he had to work the cases alone since the other cops thought he would try to seduce them, which he never would. 

Cornelius was a young boy with dirty blond hair that he could not keep straight, freckles all over his body and green eyes. Cornelius had a bit of struggle joining the force as a twenty-year-old queer man, his co-workers always made fun of him for it and called him slurs. When Francis caught the others in the act, he had lectured them and took Cornelius under his wing. Cornelius and Francis were the best detectives in the Police Department of Detroit Michigan (which is where they lived). 

The year was 2019, it was a cloudy day. Francis and Cornelius were at their desks. Cornelius was jamming out to his favourite band, My Chemical Romance, while he worked, Francis, on the other hand, loved listening to Disney music. All of a sudden, the phone rang, making Cornelius jump out of his seat in shock. Cornelius's sudden movement made Francis look up suddenly and take his headphones out of his computer. "You okay, Crabs? You look a little spooked," asked Francis cautiously. Cornelius blinked, still recovering from that scare. "Yeah, yeah, 'm fine..." He mumbled.

Not long after, the phone rang again, reminding Cornelius what he was going to do. "You gonna get that, Crabs?" Francis chuckled. "Right!" Cornelius leaped for the phone. "Detroit police, what's your emergency?" He answered. "Crabson!" Their superior, Derek Sanders, shouted into his ear. "Lieutenant, sir!" Cornelius saluted. Francis raised his eyebrows at the young boy, making Cornelius realize that their superior cannot see him. Cornelius cleared his throat, "What can I do for you, sir?" he asked. "I regret to inform you that detective Gregory Emerson was found dead in his apartment at nine o'clock this morning." Derek sighed over the phone. 

Francis saw a wave of dread flow over Cornelius's face. "What happened?" The older man silently mouthed. Cornelius mouthed back "Line five." and Francis picked up the phone on his desk and listened in. "He may have been rude and homophobic but he didn't deserve this..." Cornelius sighed in disappointment. "I wanted my best detectives on this case, so I came to you two." Derek's tone was proud, making Cornelius and Francis exchange smiles. "Give us the address and we'll be right over." Francis subconsciously matched his superior's tone of pride. 

About a half-hour later, they arrived at the crime scene. There was police tape and blood everywhere. Cornelius wore his backpack that he takes to every crime scene and a raincoat, as it was raining ever so lightly, while Francis couldn't care less if he got water on his 'Sherlock coat' (which was what Cornelius always called it), as long as his suspenders were safe and dry, he was happy. 

Derek waved for the boys as they walked around the crime scene. Cornelius saw their superior and wandered toward him, motioning Francis over as well. "Hello, boys. Shall we go inside?" Derek asked them. They nodded in response. They all started walking inside the house. "I do have to warn you though, it's pretty messy." The lieutenant warned. After their briefing, Cornelius and Francis stared at the dead body with disgust. It had been stabbed at least ten times, his organs had been torn out of his body and his head had been torn open. There was blood all over his clothing and his walls.

 Cornelius examined the rest of his house, as the young man had never seen a dead body, while Francis noticed something about the blood. "It seems as if this was intentionally trailed somewhere..." Francis followed the trail of blood on the wall to the victim's bathroom where there was a QR code on the mirror above the sink. He took out his phone and scanned the code, it beeped and redirected him to a YouTube video. Music played:

Never gonna give you up

 Never gonna let you down 

Never gonna run around an- 

Francis groaned and shut his phone off. "Classic Emerson..." He muttered to himself before looking closer at the mirror. Francis found a message signed 'S.M.'. His face flushed red with anger. Francis stomped over to his lieutenant. "So that's the reason you wanted me on this case." He shouted. Derek sighed in frustration. "I thought you could help us track him down." Francis shook his head. "I am not doing this." He huffed. Derek got agitated. "You don't work this case, you're fired," Francis grumbled at his lieutenant's words. "Fine, but don't expect me to be happy about it." Francis spat. Cornelius heard them arguing but didn't want to impose, so instead, he and Francis simply continued searching the rest of the house. 

Once they had finished searching the house, they headed back into their car. Francis drove back to the police station. "Any leads?" He asked Cornelius. "Yes, actually! While you were searching the bathroom I found a piece of wood with blood and scratch marks on it as if it had been dug into by someone's nails." Cornelius perused through his backpack and got out the piece of wood. "Good, we'll take that back to the precinct and run some tests." Francis was speaking monotonously. "Actually, I ran some tests already and it turns out the blood belongs to a person named Simon Markus," Cornelius exclaimed happily. "a lead already!" He giggled. 

Francis was starting to have regretted taking this case.

The older man parked in front of a haunted-looking house. Cornelius shivered, "Brr, this place gives me the chills... where are we?" he asked Francis, who was now looking for a way in. Francis got his gun out and opened the front door, Cornelius following him. It was dark inside the house, the walls looked like they were deteriorating. The floorboards creaked as the two saw a silhouette with a knife in the doorway."Detroit Police, put your hands where I can see them!" Francis pointed his gun at the shadow that seemed to be stepping closer.

"I knew you'd find me." A low voice echoed throughout the house. Francis struggled to keep his gun pointed at the shadow. Cornelius got scared and took out his gun. "D-don't move!" He stuttered. "Who's this, Francis? Got yourself a partner in crime did you?" The voice echoed again, but this time, there was a hint of sadness in its tone."Why did you kill Emerson?" Francis ignored the question. "He was mean to you..." The silhouette fiddled with the knife in its hands. "Twenty-eight stab wounds! You didn't want to leave him a chance, huh?" Cornelius exclaimed. "Drop the knife, Simon." Francis gestured his gun. Cornelius jerked his head over to look at Francis. "You know him? And wai-wai-wait- this is Simon Markus?!" Cornelius was confused and scared. 

Francis took a deep breath. "Crabs, meet my boyfriend who's been missing for five months..." Cornelius gasped. "What..?" Simon walked into the light so the two could see him properly. Simon was a fairly tall man with darker brown skin, blond hair, yellow eyes and blood all over his face. He was wearing a black turtleneck and holding a knife, which in a few seconds, he had dropped. Simon started walking toward Francis more, placing his arms out to be handcuffed. "It's okay, I'll come in quietly, for you," He reassured his lover. Francis lowered his gun and got out the handcuffs slowly.

Before he could properly handcuff Simon, the killer pulled Francis in by his shirt and kissed him passionately. "Go, go, go!" A voice was heard from outside the door. Police who were led by Derek Sanders kicked in the door, sooner than Cornelius could process what was happening. "Shoot it!" Derek pointed to Simon, but Cornelius wouldn't let that happen. "LIEUTENANT WAIT!" The young boy jumped in front of them just as one of the policemen shot. 

Cornelius caught the bullet...

...right in his chest. 

The older men jumped apart. "CRABS NO!" Francis caught his body. Cornelius wheezed. "Mama we all go to hell." he coughed out. Francis was in tears. "Cornelius please, stay with me, please!" He sobbed. Cornelius stopped breathing, his arm dropped to the ground as his head hung back. Francis sat there, holding Cornelius' dead, lifeless body in his arms. "You'll fucking pay for this." He growled at Derek. Derek and his team grabbed Simon and went off. Francis grabbed Cornelius' body and carried it into his car.

About a week later after he had gotten everything set up, Francis held a funeral for his lost police partner. He told everyone in the precinct, but nobody came. Everyone just called him slurs like 'I don't wanna go to some f*g's funeral!' or 'Nobody wants to come to that fr*ity boy's funeral you dumbass.' Soon after that, he quit the force and moved out of Detroit. That was the end of that...