The Rainbow in your eyes | Karlnap

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DETECTIVE POV

Vik was nervously pacing back and forth in the interrogation room, while Markiplier calmly watched from the corner of it. Fundy just sat at the table, handcuffed, his eyes fearfully following Vik's every movement.

"WHAT-" he shouted all of the sudden, startling him "-IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING!?" he said, slamming his hands on the metal table "WHY?! WHY FUNDY!? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS HERE! NO SECRETS! NO BACK-STABBING!! WE HELPED YOU WHEN YOUR FATHER HAD THAT ACCIDENT AND AGAIN WHEN YOUR MOTHER DIED! SO WHY..." he grabbed Fundy by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stand up.

"Why the fuck did you help those terrorists make a massacre?!" he said that last phrase in a low, threatening voice. Fundy stayed silent, avoiding his boss's gaze "I'm sorry Vik... I had to"

"YOU HAD TO!?" he let go of him "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! DO YOU THINK THAT WILL JUSTIFY WHAT YOU DID?!" Mark decided to step in, seeing that this was getting nowhere.

"I'll take it from here agent Vikkstar" he said in a firm tone, stating that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Vik gave Fundy one last glare before setting down and letting Mark talk.

"So, care to elaborate?" the CIA agent asked, starting a recorder and placing it on the table, Fundy sighed but decided to answer his question.

"I wanted revenge..." he clenched his fists "I wanted to avenge my mother" Vik raised an eyebrow "What are you talking about? Your mom died from a heart attack, what does this have to do wh-"

"A heart attack caused by stress... she is a shopkeeper Vik... she sells flowers... what kind of stress would she endure" he gritted his teeth "No... it was those bastards... that gang we killed... they came by her shop and demanded money for 'Protection'" Fundy took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing.

"She never told me... she called another police department so I wouldn't find out and worry over her. They put a patrol in front of the shop for a few weeks, but after it was gone... they fucking set her shop on fire"

Vik gasped.

"The firefighters managed to put out the fire in time but... from the on she had to pay a very high protection fee... add that to my father's medical expenses and... and..." a few tears started to prickle the edge of his eyes but he angrily wiped them away.

"They got what they deserved, I'm sorry for going behind your back chief but... they took what little is left of my family away from me... I couldn't let those fuckers live" he growled.

"But then why? Why did you cover for those terrorists? I know you Fundy, you would never let a crime like this slide" Vik asked in a caring voice, having calmed down after his outburst.

Fundy cringed "They... threatened to kill my father if I spilled the beans... he's the only family I have left and... they offered me a place to stay... I couldn't say no even if I wanted to... I'm sorry Vik..." by now his voice had started to waver.