Brady: PI

Chapter four- Part two

June 21th, 1972, New York apartments, apartment 5B,

My body shot up as I awoke, in a cold sweat. Nightmares again, my nightmares are different from most though. My nightmares aren't dreams, they're memories. Memories that i've locked away, deep in my mind. And yet, they still seem to find a way out. No matter what, they'll come out. They always do.

I stripped my bed of the sweat-covered sheets for the fourth time this week, like I said, Nightmares always seem to find a way out. I glance at the clock, 1:34 am. glows with dim, green light. I haven't slept that well in weeks.

Slowly, I put some clothes on and head to the laundry room downstairs. As I began to load the washer, I heard some shouting. They were muffled but I could tell that one voice was male, the other female. Trying not to be nosy, I went about my business as best as I could.

At that moment I had heard some shuffling, and then a crash. I made my way up the stairs rather quickly to see what the problem was. As I reached the point in which the screaming had occurred, I saw a small, dark spot on the hallway floor. I leaned down the look closer at it, and my heart began beating faster. It was blood.

I began to look around, and noticed a door a little ways down the hall was open. I slowly moved toward the door, and a cold chill shot down my spine. The door was broken at lock, the door had been kicked in. I hurried to my room down the hall, going inside to grab my gun. I came back and peeked inside, no one was in the living room. I called out.

"Hello?" I called. No answer.

I crept through the door with a small creak. It was nearly impossible to see, I was fumbling in the darkness. I heard a small noise down the hall in the apartment. My heartbeat quickened, and I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Easy Brady," I whispered to myself, "it's just your imagination."

An earsplitting noise came from down the hall, followed by a whizzing by my hear. It was a gunshot. I ducked down behind the entrance to the hall.

"Hey!," I yelled, "don't shoot! I heard a ruckus and came to make sure everyone was okay."

I peeked my head around the wall, eyeing a dark silhouette in the moonlight. A flash of a muzzle and another whiz past my head.

"I am a Private Investigator!" I yelled from behind the wall, "I'm authorized to handle a situation any way I deem necessary" I said, trying to make the figure stand down.

I stood up slowly.

"Now, i'm gonna come around the corner, you're gonna put the gun down, and we're gonna talk about this." I said, hoping the figure would listen. I took the gun in my hand, and pulled the hammer back.

I looked around the corner one last time. No shots. I slowly turned into the hallway. The figure walked toward me slowly, his steps echoing on the hardwood floor.

"Stop there," I said, pulling out the gun, "Don't. Move."

The figure stopped and stood, silently.

"What was that racket a minute ago?" I demanded.

The figure said nothing.

"Tell me!" I shouted.

The figure then stepped forward in the light of the window. A woman, stood before me. She had snow white hair, and pale, blue eyes. she was strikingly beautiful.

"There are some things you won't understand Kenneth," she said, her voice was like silk.

"How do you know my name!?" I demanded.

"There are some things that beyond you Kenneth. Some things you just need to stay away from."

"You don't tell me what to do!" I yelled.

"They'll find me, they'll know I've talked to you. And they'll kill me for it. But I don't care. I don't care at all anymore." she said, then mumbled something I couldn't quite hear.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who is 'they'? Who is going to kill you? I don't even know you!" I said, confused as hell.

The woman proceeded to pull out a gun, and aim it at her temple.

"Hey, hey, hey, put it down, okay?" I said, "just put the gun down."

"You don't get it!" she screamed, "I've spent my whole life, being used, a pawn. But not anymore. If i'm already going to die. I'm doing it on my own terms."

She pulls the hammer back on her gun.

"Wait!" I pleaded, "Please! I need to know who you are." The room was completely silent for a split second, in that moment she looked at me, tears in her eyes.

"I love you," she whispered almost silently.

"No, don't-"

BANG.

The bullet traveled through her head, and out the window. I stood In shock at what just happened. And I watched as her body went limp. Her eyes staring at me one last time, life drained from them entirely. she slumped toward the broken window, and fell out. I ran to the window looking out as her body hit the ground of the alley way.

I stopped to think. But I couldn't. Any capability of thinking was currently unavailable. My jaw hung, agape. My mind, blank. My eyes burned with hot tears, overflowing and running down my cheeks. I looked and my hands, Which were shaking violently. My whole body followed suit. I fell to my knees, and put my head in my hands. I hadn't even know this woman's name, yet I felt as if a part of myself was gone. stolen from me. I stood again, and looked over the window sill, hoping to any and all Gods above that I was dreaming. I wasn't.

Her body lay there on the alley floor, cold, lifeless. I let out and agonizingly painful scream ripping through my lungs. Infuriated with everyone and thing around me. I felt the rage coursing through me like blood. resentment was my veins, Vengeance was my throbbing heart. Whoever caused this will pay.

I swear it.