''I have a 187 at Woodways plot, house number 13. Suspect secured. On my way to the station, over.'' He gave a backward glance at the youngster. He could see the overwhelmed look on his face. ''Fella, are you okay?'' the police officer asked the young boy. The boy remained silent.
He was fidgeting with his wrist shackles and looked restlessly out the car's window. He was focussing on the bright stars and the winter-white satellite floating in the inked night sky. It reminded him of his mother and the glow in the dark stars she used to put on his ceiling so he wouldn't fear the dark. The officer knew not to get too involved, but what if the boy was freezing? He had nothing to keep him warm. What if he was thirsty? He felt compelled to inquire once again. ''Are you sure you're fine? Do you need some water or maybe my jacket or something?'' ''You're not my dad'', the boy yelled. The kid's abrupt outburst surprised the officer. He could tell by the hoarse voice that he went through quite a lot that night. ''Just leave me alone!'' The officer did not respond. He thought it would only make matters worse and instead focused on getting to the police station. The child curled up into a ball with his tear-stained cheeks against the window.
They arrived at the police station. It was an enormous building but looked like the typical police stations you see in the movies. There were colonies of armed goliaths that walked around the premises. When you looked at their deadly faces, it felt like they ripped your heart right out of your chest, slingshotted hot magma through it at the speed of light, and placed it back into your chest. ''May I ask what your name is?'' the officer asked while helping the boy out of the car. ''Arthur'', he said, looking everywhere but at the officer. ''What is your name?'' Arthur's sweet voice touched the officer.
How could such a kind, innocent young boy be responsible for something like that? With the officer not having children, he couldn't help but see Arthur as his own.
''My name is John''. A distinct whistle suddenly filled their ears. ''Get the boy inside'', another officer said. ''Chief will not like if you are talking to the suspects again.'' He was leaning against the wall with a hot beverage in his hand. John took Arthur by his cuffs and guided him to the entrance door. There he saw the officer that warned John. He looked at the gold-plated badges he was wearing.
Buck Douch
South Weber Police
- Detective-
His reddish eyes and evil-looking face made Arthur feel afraid. It wasn't the first time someone made Arthur feel this way. The three of them walked through the corridors. They first stopped at a medical room and did a few tests on Arthur.
They then reached the confrontation room. ''Sit and keep your mouth shut'', Buck instructed. Though, this wasn't hard for Arthur, for he was used to keeping his mouth shut. He had triggered lots of unpleasant memories for poor Arthur. The kind of memories to be forgotten. John and Buck could see him through the one-way mirror, but all he saw was his lonely reflection.
Buck entered the room to ask Arthur some questions. Both of them sat in silence, staring into each other's eyes. It stunned Arthur how similar Buck looked to his old man. He started questioning Arthur. Where were you?... what happened?... why did you? His voice faded the more Arthur got lost in his dark, empty eyes. He could see everything that happened that night as if the man's eyes were a giant television screen and he was watching a horror movie alone at midnight.''Speak Child!'' Buck said when he slammed the metal table. The horror quickly ended when Arthur heard him almost break the table. It sounded just like the gunshot that was fired that night. ''Kid, I'm warning you''.
''I want to talk to John'', Arthur said, pointing at the mirror. It was like he knew John was looking at them from the other room. Buck stormed out. Ire was coursing through his veins. He could always get his suspects to talk and prove that they were guilty, but for the first time, he failed. ''He's all yours'', he said, and stomped off, barrelling through the cops in the hallway, elbowing every single one of them. John has never liked Buck, so he found his struggle with Arthur quite entertaining. John now had to get Arthur to admit what happened that night. He had a feeling that there was much more to it.
