Rage

Chapter One

"... sources say that he's okay and that he managed to leave the building with no injuries whatsoe-" Carter was getting tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. He was concerned, of course since his father was involved in this chaos.

"Sir?" He turned around after staring at his television. He hadn't even heard the door open. Standing there was Malloy, his assistant. "You still want me to book an appointment with the general?"

He waved him of. "Not anymore. Just go back to work." Malloy retracted his steps, the door closing with a soft thud.

Carter glanced back at the television in his office, thinking about whether he should just hand over the case to someone else. The general had told him that involving his emotions wouldn't be appropriate at the moment. The general understood him, that's for sure.

He looked back at his leather chair, the material just aching to be sat on, and he did exactly that. His 6'1 frame fit on the chair as he tilted his head back, letting out a loud exhale.

"Why does chaos keep following me?" He whispered into the crisp air. He remembers the day that his father almost got killed. He was giving a speech at the county assembly grounds. The day was perfect: clear skies, warm sun and perfect chances for the people he was directing his speech to to vote for him in the upcoming elections. His hair a perfect mixture of grey and black sleeked back on his head. The bullet missed that head by an inch.

When Carter was called by one of his father's henchmen and told the news, he rushed to the scene of the crime to investigate. His father was alright, no injuries. And that was just the previous week.

He was later told that the bullet they collected at the crime scene was a 44 Special. The matter was taken to court and dubbed an assassination attempt.

Carter's phone buzzed on the table. With his head still tilted, he grabbed the phone and lifted it up to his face. 'Lisa is calling', it said. He let out an annoyed tsk and threw the phone back onto he table. He had enough stress as it was. "That's what I get for getting involved." He mummured. The sound of the door knocking resonated from  inside. This time, it was Ben, his colleague. "Tsk. What does everybody want!" Carter roared.

Ben stood at the door staring at Carter. Never had he seen him in such shape before. So stressed. If only the news he came bearing for him wouldn't be stressful itself.

"Carter, the general wants to see you."

"Didn't I tell Malloy to tell him to leave me alone?" He said as he glared at Ben.

Ben ignored it. "He said he has something he wants you to look at. It's a file he said you'll be receiving from him."

"I'm not interested." Carter deadpanned.

"But sir-"

"Just leave my office Ben."

Normally Ben and Carter would be arguing about the assignments they are told to handle, the higher-ups favoring Carter more because his father's a politician. Although he acknowledged that, Carter still respected Ben, as he has far more experience in the field. Their arguments just gave them a little spark in the offices, on days when it would get boring.

Ben looked at Carter. Really looked at him. He could at least understand what he was feeling, himself being a victim to the loss of his father nearly a year prior.

A mugging, they said.

He was a high ranked detective in that agency, and even he couldn't figure that out. Figure out why he would be mugged and then shot twice to the head. It was a gruesome sight, even for him. Especially since that was his father.

Normally Ben would argue with Carter, but not this time.

"Just eat something Carter. You look like shit."

He barely registered when Ben left since he didn't hear the door close. He looked up and saw the empty space near the door where Ben was. He sighed.

Maybe I should take up that week off I was offered.

There wasn't a single lead to his father's case. The police and investigators were already on it, trying to scrape every single piece of evidence they would find. The bullet was found to have no fingerprint. The direction from which the shot came from was narrowed, and they were investigating two buildings: an apartment complex five floors high and a local Japanese takeout place, the building having four floors. The owners probably lived in one of the floors.

He wanted to find out the reason why someone would go through all the trouble to assassinate his father, especially lengths like using an assassin. He wasn't thinking straight. He needed a nap.

All these unsettling thoughts in his mind made him wonder if there was something else. Something deeper to this whole thing.

*****

First Chapter of Rage is out. If you're still here, thank you for giving Rage a chance. I've always had this idea for a while and wondered, hey! Why not share this? If your enthusiasm will be as much as mine, then we're bound to have a good time on the way.

If the introduction seems boring, trust me. It doesn't get more boring later

Have a good one~