Supernatural Case Files

3 Dollar Ticket

2.4.4
Chapter 7

Brian saw that Tyler had his room door opened, and the office space that he had temporarily got was left open ever since, Tyler was immediately taken out by Quinton. Brian felt it right to wait for him there,

Sooner or later, Tyler appeared shutting the door after him, his face felt tired so did his eyes felt exhausted.

"I am sorry Brian, I walked in exceptionally late and I made you wait a little longer.

I was busy with preparations and everything."

Brian looked at his exhausted face, the face that always seemed more cherishing and rather this drained.

Even tho he spoke with Brian on the phone that he would have a meal instead, he starved himself regardless.

Tyler had his life's worst day today, from his time spent at Quinton's office looking at what he felt spine tickling to the time he spent at Usher's Repair Co. Hearing what rose his goosebumps. Tyler picturized everything that happened wrong with Umber. He took his time to piece back everything to having to face this in derogation ahead and it hurt him even more in the rest of his time.

The little positive he felt at the time he woke up was all swept away rapidly, the fake smiles that he mastered to make his day look at ease or the fake way he represented to make people believe that he is indeed happy when he is just devastatingly miserable.

"Tyler, I was worried for you. Worried about your mental health after you see that footage compiled by Usher? I know it as I have seen it too and it felt devastating, especially the part with Umber screaming and whispering before her death. I knew you loved her and you gave her the ring as a proposal. But you need to know what she went through.

Tyler, do I suggest this? I felt like we should be playing parts of Umber's footage too at the interrogation now that you are over it."

Breath stuck down his throat, he was already too nervous for his behalf. Goosebumps rose all over him, when he could never stand it once, how could he do it these many times? Those heart-wrenching and blood-curdling, pain-filled yells of her. Tyler finally stuttered with his speech as he hesitated more now with his confidence and everything.

"Why not Madame Kingsley's,"

"Come on Tyler, she is Madame Kingsley, and we are still no match with her. She is older than her and we should always respect her. However, we should also need something that we could suppress these mad cult members in time. I feel Umber's suffering is enough to let them feel inferior."

"What about me Brian, I have to see that with them. Don't you think of me?"

Tears dropped from his eyes from the moment he couldn't even realize they did. He had this worst exhausting day today that never seemed to get better in any way.

"Tyler, don't you try making me look like a villain with your sorry face? I am thinking out of the box so we could at least make this effort work."

Wiping away his tears, he sat silent avoiding Brian's face like an angry child who is rather quietly disappointed with any singing.

"Please follow my suggestion, I took my time and effort thinking and I know this way we could guarantee success in our case. It is not for me or you but for the sake of Umber I thought it this way."