A Difficult Explanation (Broadchurch+Torchwood)

Prolouge

His hands lashed out, wrapping their bony fingers around the kids neck. He had no idea how hard he was actually squeezing, until the boy dropped, eyes open, dull. The man felt the fear and adrenaline slowly mix inside of him. He felt himself slowly begin to shake, "Shit...shit...shit!" He whispered softly, pacing around the large room.

His eyes turned to the body once more, causing him to cringe. He had murdered the person he loved. He slowly rubbed his hand along his hairless head, feeling the smooth skin scratch at his fingers. He closed his eyes and felt the cold sweat start to drip down his neck. He took in several deep breaths, trying to calm his dancing fingers.

The shady character smashed into the doors of the hut and ran out to his car. He struggled to grab his keys out of his pocket, as he was running, but his fingers were also sweaty and clumsy. He pressed a button on his set of keys and heard the soft click as the vehicle became unlocked. He ran around to the of his van and opened the hatch. He pulled out several articles of black clothing, including a knit beanie and plastic bags for his feet.

Now wearing all of the new clothes, and having the plastic tied around his feet. The man took a few cleaning supplies from the car. He closed the back and hurried back inside.

He sprayed and cleaned the inside of the hut. He continued to wipe every surface until they sparkled like the stars in the current night sky.

When all was clean, the man in black picked up the body of the child. He had slowly calmed himself down, but picking up the body sent him back downhill. The man placed the body in the back of his car and drove to go pick up a boat. His breathing had slowly began to become uneven as he drove down to the beach. His eyes widened as he saw the time, sending him to increase his speed slightly.

He took one of the boats he knew, especially since it had a motor. He carefully took the body out of his truck and placed the dead weight into the boat. He took in a deep breath and set sail into the ocean, heading for the beach near the large, towering, grassy cliffs. The boat ride has calmed some of his feverish nerves. The man had been pretty shaken about the accident, but if he was to continue to live in Broadchurch, then he would need to recollect his cool.

He had reached his destination. The man pulled up to the shore and looked to his left and right, making sure no one was around. He took a deep breath, then let it out, clearing his lungs. He picked up his friend and walked slowly onto the beach, careful about footprints. He laid the body of the boy on the moist sand and brushed a small strand of hair from the kid's face.

He knew he had to leave the scene, quickly. He turned around and started for the boat, but stopped at the approaching sound of footsteps. "Where do you think you're going?" An american accent growled from behind the man. He never turned around, but heard the sound of a gun being cocked. The new man cleared his throat,"Do I have to ask again?" His tone was harsher, as if he wished to kill the murderer with just a quick chat.

The man slowly turned around and stared straight into the eyes of the one with the gun. The man had short, crazy, black hair that stuck out in a few angles. He had chiseled features and a long, navy army coat. He had a small, almost flirtatious, smirk on his face. The man in black's eyes wandered to the gun that remained in the army man's hands.

The one with the gun lashed out, aiming to knock the murderer out with the handle of his small handgun. The murderer on the other hand was a step ahead. He kicked out and watched the man in the coat jump over his leg. Losing his patience, the man in black barreled into the new man, tackling him to the ground.

Without thinking his felt his hands begin to trap the new man's throat within his hands. He felt the other man reach up and try to push him off, but to no avail. The man with black hairs grip slowly dropped off of the stranglers wrist as his life slipped away.

The man in black slowly released his grip, realizing what he had done once more. He drew in several shaky breaths and started to drag the body of the man towards the ocean. He was up to his knees in water, when he finally released the body and gave it a small push, watching it sink into the dark, murky water.