Soul Reaper

Chapter 3 -The Accusation

Chapter 3 -The Accusation

The boy looked up as the man entered. The man could see that his face was blotchy and washed with tears. His eyes were extremely red, that it was nearly impossible to see some white around his pupils. The man did not know how to react when he found his daughter lying on the ground. He could pretend that she only fell on the floor, but the blood around her said something more. He felt heat rush to his ears and cheeks. You could nearly hear a growl escaping his mouth. His fists were clenched and could feel his nails digging into the palm of his skin.

I lost my wife, now I lose you too?! What did I ever do wrong in this world?!

Why are all the people around me getting hurt?!

His minds were filled with negative and frantic thoughts, which was soon converted to a yell.

He pushed the boy out of the way and took the fragile girl in his arms. The boy tumbled and knocked over a tall lamp which fell on the bed. The action caused the boy to sob and sniff some more. He tried to say something, but the phlegm in his throat and from all the hiccupping and sniffing, he struggled to speak.

"I...calle-" the boy falls into a hysterical coughing fit. "...the ambulance. Theyre...comin-" His words were broken sentences, but the man understood what he was saying. It was pointless though. The paramedics couldn't bring the dead back to life. Once a life is lost, it's lost forever.

From all the blood escaping from her body, it was impossible to tell where the bleeding is coming from.

I got this book for you Callie. You like these types of book. Please take it! Open your eyes and take it from me. Ask me for chocolate. Ask me how my work was! Talk to me!

He cradled the girl in his arms, with her smooth hair sweeping the floorboards. She was still wearing a silver necklace with a small circle pendant. It was passed on from the females of the Genoa household. There is a message inscripted on it, in what appears to be Latin. 'Mortem vincat'.

The man's deep thoughts were interrupted by sirens wailing outside, with red and blue lights flashing all over the place.

Within a minute, the room that used to be peaceful was now filled with police officers and paramedics running from one thing to another.

"Police! Arrest this boy! He is suspected of murder!" the man yells with no leniency.

"I'm sorry sir, but both of you will have to go with us to answer some questions."

"I'm an attorney! I could sue your department for not responding to my orders! Arrest the boy! When I arrived I found him here with my daughter! I have no idea who he is!" the father demands.

"Sir, I know how devastated you feel, but please refrain from threatening us. Or we'll charge you with obstructing the police."

The boy stood up from the corner where he was pushed against the lamp shade.

"Mr Genoa. I would- *sniff* never do such thing. I dearly loved her." He says softly.

"So did I."

~

Three days later

"Mr Genoa! Your daughter's body is missing! She was in the morgue a couple of hours ago, but when I arrived to complete her autopsy, she was gone!" A pathologist anxiously reported to the father.

Mr. Genoa was inside his office reading through some of the old cases. His phone was tucked between his ear and shoulder as he rummaged through some papers. The other end was silent, waiting for a response.