Blood In The Water

Chapter 8- Not A Word

It wasn't a long drive to the police station and the sun was just glittering near mid moon when the four cars pulled up, exactly seven feet from each other. The tall, concrete walls were wrapped with wire and folded into a small doorway played with metal. Joel was pulled forward first, his head bowed but his teeth drifted as he recklessly side eyed the guard. It felt like eternities as Scotty tightened and relaxed his fists. If only he could knock out the guard in front of him and run to get his friends away. Shaking the idea from his head, he let out a long sigh and leaned back, watching Sam snapped at his guard in typical style. They walked more quickly towards the doors where they vanished as Sam was hit over the head and slumped forward. Half of Scotty wanted to laugh but the other half was stiff with fear as the looming prison walls grew taller. Damien bounced from his car with a bright smile, nodding to his guard who let him skip towards the doors alone. Scotty scoffed and crossed one leg over the other as he watched Damien ravel the police around his finger

Scotty glanced up at his guard who looked reluctant to fake him into the prison thought he'd been just fine to sit in silence. The man who ha brought Scotty to the cop car had vanished along with his smug smirk and decorated vest. "Come on then, I won't kill you unless I have a reason to." Scotty sighed, standing and opening the door with a clock as he rolled his eyes towards the jail. "Wha-what reason for you usually kill people for?" The guard stammered as opened his door and stood looking at his captive over the hood. "Whatever I want, just don't get on my nerves." Scotty huffed, wiggling his fingers through the hole torn in his vest. "I won't, I haven't worked here long enough to know how." Scotty shot the young officer a glare a story walked towards the door, sun beating down on their backs. "Shut up." The officer averted his eyes instantly and cleared his throat as he nervously clasped his hands behind his back. Scotty ran a hand over his shoulder where the claws of the dogs still stung and blood soaked his suit. He wasn't used to getting caught, even if he were the one to do something wrong he was usually more careful. Was the Drive so desperate that Scotty and the members had gotten sloppy? "Right inside, turn to the left and you'll get new clothes and patched up. They'll take you to the inspection room." The officer pointed down the plain white hallways and dipped his head as Scotty watched him closely, not moving.

Would the cops figure out about Vernon and the mansion that Sam had blow up in their way out? What exactly did they need to know to understand that Scotty and the others were bad people? "What about these?" Scotty grabbed the shoulder of the cop and moved his hair away to reveal the king trail of tears painted down his face. The officer swallowed and the light in his eyes flickered as he looked at Scotty's mismatched eyes uneasily. "How many?" Through the fear that flew off his voice like steam, it was steady as he held Scotty's gaze. "Seventy four, that I know of or that I counted, what's it matter to you?" The officer shrugged at the defense in Scotty's tone but shrugged the heist man off, lowering his cap. "What about those makes you a bad person?"

The answer astounded Scotty, what about a kill score made him a bad person other than everything? "I'm afraid I don't understand what the hell you mean." The officer smiled a little as if Scotty had told him a stupid joke and leaned on the doorframe. "I live by the analogy that breaking a heart or shattering a mind is worse than breaking a skull or shattering a bone. You haven't worked in the psych ward very long until you can look into the eyes of a crying mother who still begs for the son she killed and not bat an eye. If she's had tattoos like that, I'm sure she did, but if I could remember them, her real tears would still be scarier." Scotty kicked his lips and slowly lowered his gaze to the ground, he understood what the officer meant. "Do you think there's someone watching who would have stopped this if he could? If he really had the power too?" The officer turned his back and paused for a moment as he walked off, digging his toe into the floor. "Humanity deserves to be punished for something, if J did believe in that maybe the world would be much nicer. The cops in the parking lot believe, I think that says a lot." Scotty took a step back as the officer walked back to his car, his chin lifted and his eyes frozen.

The guards gave Scotty new clothes and Byrne Shia suit but hardly batted an eye at his face, just like the officers said they would. Scotty hardly felt a thing as heavier handcuffs were fitted in him and he was walking into a dark room. It wasn't like in the movies where the criminal wears a smirk that's illuminate shy a single hanging lightbulb. A mirrored window stretched along one sided the wall and the only light came from behind the door. The officer's words rattled Scotty, he had no idea anyone knew like he or his member did what life was like. "Your Name?" A detective in a tight suit and a folder stuffed with thousands of papers sat across from Scotty and put his wide hands on the desk. "Scotty Mayer." The answer was soft and Scotty hardly felt his mouth open as he stared blankly at the table. "Can you tell me in detail what you were doing in the allies behind Ranahan quarry?" The detective asked, flipping through his file and placing a few papers in front of Scotty who scanned them boredly. "No." The detective straightened as if Scotty had slapped him with his short answer but the crook hardly even flinched. "Tell me why, in detail, you were in the allies behind the Ranahan quarry?" He rephrased, taking a breath as he relaxed his shoulders and tilted his head at Scotty who glared back. "Why? Cant you take me for my past alone? Seems like a waste of both of our energy, you'll need that when you get to Damien or Sam, anyone but me." The detective sucked in his breath and slowly shuffled the papers in his files as if looking for a distraction.

Scotty knew he was difficult, everyone else would be worse than him so perhaps his job was to wear in the detective. "I could, it seems like a more meaningful charge to get an explanation for them. Your friends that you mentioned, do they have the same motive to get into-" "Ranahan quarry, I got that part. Yes, we're a group, we work together or not at all, point blank. Just like you wouldn't be able yo escape me without your little party behind the glass." Scotty nodded to the mirrored window and the detective gritted his teeth as he glanced back as well. "I'm a cop, don't talk to me like that. Why were you there?" Scotty slowly moved his gaze back to the detective, slamming him with the depths of his blind eye. "We had the time of our lives, it was like we could forget everything we've been through, all the things we saw. Damien's only fifteen and he probably deserves more counts than I have but he's too..." Scotty searched for the right I'm word in the detective's eyes that softened as he folded the file. "The youngest is always too precious, fifteen and he did that- I'm forty seven and in all my years I've never charged a kid for anything like this." The detective nodded and lifted the file to Scotty's head, his eyes warning as the man lifted his chin daringly. "What's this going to gain for you? A paycheck? I could pay you more than what your boss does with just the cash from my jacket pocket." The detective hit him over the head and sneered, back to the evil interrogator he was taught to be. "You don't get much from criminals like me, you'll get stories and memories. I won't tell you any of that though, I don't think you're worth wasting my breath for, what're you gonna do? Shoot me? That's be nice, maybe then you'd get an answer from my members, let them watch. You've never seen someone like me." The detective huffed and slammed his report on the table, leaning back in defeat.

They sat like that for a while, until Scotty looked up at the ceiling and ran his tongue over his teeth boredly. "I killed some of your buddies in that alley. Thought maybe you'd like to know this so we can wrap up faster and get on with it, you shooting me I mean. I know you want to, I know that look, I wore it once but you're not going to go through with it like I did. You're going to live knowing that I'm the one, Scotty Mayer, I'm the one who killed your best friends. It's going to hurt like a bitch for a while but you'll look and my file and burn it. Nothing's going to be solved but you'll think it is. You'll let me rot in a cell and every so often when you walk by I'll tell you one of their names, something I made up but it'll be right. We got bored, so damn bored." Scotty muttered Joel's words and didn't flinch as he was hit by the file again even though it stung bad. "Bored doesn't lead to death. Why we're you in the quarry?" The officer's voice was a screech now which just fulfilled Scotty as he lifted his eyes. "Bored can lead to anything if you're good enough, viper venom." The detective clenched his jaw as he stood and stalked away, Scotty watched him go. Viper venom, it meant tears that could never fall, it meant you'd lost and now it meant a little more than losing.