Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Act II, Chapter XXII: Mind Games

I get in the Lotus and start to drive home; I was crying, for the first time in three years, I was crying, had I killed them? Had I just killed Alex and Cal? It was immensely hard to drive as tears were welling in my eyes, dripping down my chin and my vision going blury, I decided to stop to clear my vision and my head, I stopped a few hundred meters from the Inferno.

    I hadn't realised I stopped somewhat near a police station—mainly because I was too distressed about killing the people I love—I heard the sirens behind me probably going to catch a thief or to help a brutal assault victim. I turn on my heel to get back in the car when about 30 policemen are surrounding me—most armed with guns, some with stun guns others with batons and only a small handfull had rocks, yep, that's right, rocks!

    I wasn't in the mood for the police's shit, they had nothing on me, even if they did I wouldn't tell them shit all about Rory. "Get on the ground! Get on the fucking ground now!" One of the policemen said, he looked to be in charge, standing slightly ajar from everyone else. I did as I was told as I had nothing to do but grieve, I could kill Lucifer later.

    I kneel to the ground as I was told to do, they then quickly apprehend me, they obviously thought that I was going to act against them or the restraints, they take me to the police station—all 30 of them, each one of them following the car I was in, it was a tad excessive.

    As the pigs pull into the station, all 30 of them, they seem more calm now that they have 'caught' me, although they still seemed on edge, but who wouldn't around a cold blooded killer like me?

    They take me into one of the many interrogation rooms to ask me a few questions, I knew the deal, I've been through all this type of stuff before. They ask me questions like 'where were you on the night of blah blah blah' and 'did you have a close relationship with yada yada yada' I didn't really care. I was still grieving, I just wanted to kill Lucifer, but, that could wait just a little longer.

"My name is Officer Shawstone, I'm going to ask you a few questions before I hook you up to a lie detector, so lets get started Mr Quill." Shawstone says, it was the first time in a long time that I had heard someone say 'Mr Quill'

    I had never been 'hooked up' to a lie detector so this experience will be interesting, the first question Shawstone asks was about Alex and Cal, "had they found the bodies? But how?" I question in my head, all of those other questions in my head previously made their way to the back and made room for the new ones.

"Did you murder Alex Carter and Cal Ryans?" He asks straight up, not hesitating with his words, he was a peculiar cop, he had that look in his eyes—the look as if he knew that I did, I would give him what he wanted, an answer.

"Yes." I give him a short but simple answer, he looked shocked that I had owned up to killing the people I loved. Of course he didn't know that I loved them. His face expressed a face of pure confusion, obviously confusion ran through his veins too.

"You know what I think Dante, you want to know what I thi-" I interject "No, I really couldn't care any less about what you think, I just want to go home and grieve about Alex and Cal" I say, cutting him off rudely.

"As I was saying before you rudely interjected, I think that you didn't kill them, I think that you couldn't kill them." He says while putting some sort of head gear on me, presumably the lie detector.

"Now, did you kill Alex Carter and Cal Ryans?" He asks for the second time, I wasn't going to lie, I did kill them, but it was an accident.

"I already told you, yes I did" I said my voice shaking from the pain, my voice was pained and would be forever. Shawstone's face administered a look of pure torment, pure confusion and chaos.

    Ten minutes had past as he looks at the graph that ejected out of the lie detector for what seemed the hundredth time with the puzzled expression that has been plastered across his face for the entire ten minutes.

"Why would you lie? Why would you say you killed them if you didn't?" He asks, the questions confusing me, how could the lie detector say that I am lying if I had killed them? I killed them, so why did it say otherwise?

    I was free to leave as the lie detector told Shawstone that I didn't kill Alex and Cal, yet I did—I couldn't figure out why it said different. I drive as fast as the Lotus would allow me to, my eyes still filled with tears although my vision wasn't blurring.

    I was determined to kill Lucifer, determined to make his empire crumble to the ground until nothing but rubble was left, I would leave nothing standing, no-one—especially Lucifer alive and no stone unturned. I was going to kill Lucifer, this Devil for what he had done. For who he had taken from me. For killing all who I loved in my life.

    I get to the Devil's humongous house and walk inside taking the stairs to the basement, Angel by my side, at the ready. I push the gate open to his throne room—the gate was hot, it seared my left hand leaving an instant burn mark that covered the entire palm of my hand.

    I walk in and the lights were off; all I could see in the intense darkness were a pair of green eyes and another pair of fiery red eyes, but these eyes were natural red, not like the demons red or the possesed red of now dead Alex and Cal. Another pair of eyes appeared; white, pure white eyes stared at me.

    The lights turn on slowly, the wait almost killing me to see who the people were, the people were standing and watching me as the lights came on. As the light came on I make out the figures.

    The white eyed person was Lucifer, the Devil that had me kill Alex and Cal, and the other two people were...

                      Alex and Cal