Everyone got evacuated from the school. The incident caused them to dismiss both the students and teachers till further notice.
The kid, Tremond was gently taken to a police car without any restraint, giving that he's just a little boy.
Everyone trembled, seeing him as a monster that had to be dealt with, as he walked past. Even his classmates and other students who had tried to bully him before hid away as they wondered whether he could have done the same to them as he did to the teacher. He got into the police car, and they drove off.
Some minutes later, he had just left with the police when his mother received a call where she was.
#AT A BOUTIQUE (TREMOND'S MOTHER'S WORK PLACE)-
She was packing up things bought by a customer when she heard her phone. Immediately after she waved goodbye, she arrived at the counter where she picked it up, seeing already having five missed calls from Tremond's school principal, and answered.
HER: hello
???: Mrs Deaton, correct?
HER: Absolutely, how may I help you?
???: We're requesting your audience at the police station regarding your son's case immediately.
HER: Police station?
???: Yes, please, immediately."I'll be there in a moment," she said, in such a calm tone as she sank into her thoughts. She ended the phone call, which had a line in her throat, as she fell into frustration. Immediately, she picked up her bag and left as though she had nothing to worry about.
In less than 30 mins, she drove and arrived at the station, where she walked in and was interrupted by a seemingly mentally drained and frustrated Mr Drill.
"You seem quite at ease." He remarked. "They say Our children are mirrors, reflecting images of what happens around them. Just like you, your son is so calm. "
"I'm a busy person. Do not waste my time." She replied with an overwhelming presence, and a piercing gaze that instantly made him feel inferior even though he was taller, broader and had a gun in his possession, as she walked passed.
In that instant, he tried to maintain his composure, but the fear in his eyes, and hesitation to move betrayed everything, as though he's lucky to have just survived a mother tiger who has come for her cub, till she said in a calm tone that still seemed overwhelming, "Lead the way."
Quietly, he lead her straight to an area, where behind a glass was an interrogation room where Tremond sat alone, as she met with Mr John, and a new face 'Leonard Martins' who's an investigator from another city, known for his exemplary work, and was called to handle the case. They're police officers with authority, and this is literally the first time meeting, but strangely the presence of the boy's mother brought upon an overwhelming presence accompanied with silence, as she questioned, "What has he done that isn't the fault of someone else?"
"What do you mean, mam?" John questioned as though he was afraid.
"Tremond could be easily irritated, but will never take action unless he's cornered. So I ask again, what is the problem?" She replied with a cold disdain, and instantly Leonard interfered.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Deaton." He said. "If you continue to emit such overwhelm, I'm afraid the pillers of this station won't hold for long. Please calm down, and understand that this procedure must be followed. Your son here has murdered his teacher, reasons because he was beaten for disrupting the school environment even though he was innocent. However this is being looked at, it's still murder, and we do not know how to move on with this case, considering he's still very young. So I called and discuss with you and interrogate this together. Also, seeing that you're unshakened, I'm free to assume this isn't the first time committing murder?" He added as they both turned to see him through the glass.
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Birth to Chaos
General FictionIn a world of mystery and power. Tremond was a calm and laconic natured young man from birth. However, due to losing all of his loved ones, he evolved into an irrational being. He did things because they had to be done or perhaps just out of desire...