The knock sounds once again, much more violent this time. "Who is it?" He questions the person on the other side. "911, may we please come in" the police officer answers calmly. Archreon's eyes widen in alarm before he pulls me off the bed.
First he suggests that I open the door and send them on their way but then he realises in trepidation, that the bruises on my face will shally make them sceptical. Then he forces me into hiding in the closet.
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Archreon's Pov
After hiding Winter, I inhale deeply to calm myself. Walking over to the door and opening it with caution, I tap my fingers with nervousness.
"Good day officers, how may I help you?" I greet two officers infront of me, one male and the other female.
"Good day sir, we are sorry to disturb you but we received concerning calls from your fellow residents. Are you alone?" The male officer questions.
"Uhmmm, yes. Yes, I'm alone" I panick slightly.
"A few residents claim there was a gunshot, did you hear anything?" The female officer follows.
"No. I was not home at the time" I answer firmly.
"Well, they believe that it sounded from this apartment." She glares at me with suspicion.
"That is impossible ma'am. I was not home at the time and I live alone." I let out a chuckle.
"There are traces of blood just before the staircase leading to this spot, right here, can you explain that?" Her foot taps on a drop of dried blood on the ground. She is starting to get on my nerves.
"No, why don't you ask Ronald, his apartment is close to mine" I clench my jaw and fold my hands into fists.
"Well, Ronald hasn't been home for the last two weeks, business trip apparently. You two are the only occupants on this floor and the trail leads to your apartment sir" The male officer begins.
"What are you insinuating officers" I ask glaring between them.
"Nothing at all sir, just trying to put the pieces together. A murder could've occured here."
"The blood might be mine, I injured myself while moving some furniture out two days ago"
"May we see the wound?" The annoying woman insists.
"No." I step back to shut the door.
Her eyes catch the pieces of the vase just in time before I shut the door. She places her hand on it firmly as to prevent it from closing. "What happened?" She gestures at the pieces. "It fell when I was moving the furniture." Just before she asks another question, the sound of something falling is heard from inside my apartment.
"What's that?" She quizzes.
"My dog" I answer.
She looks at me with dubious eyes before pushing me out of the way and walking in, scanning the place.
A certain feeling manifests in my gut and I already know how this will play out. I watch as she looks through my apartment, searching for any signs of life.
"I thought you had a dog" she looks back at me when she doesn't spot any lively movement.
Her eyes travel to the closet and she approaches it cautiously. I shoot her partner then her, both on the head, before she opens the closet.
"Feisty one." I look down on her and a smirk forms on my lips at the sight of blood.
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