THE WHISTLE

Unfathomed - 02

02

REMINISCE.

"The reporter was right..," said Bruce,  watching a footage - anxious. everything was true, indeed there was someone else present that night - we weren't alone. countless questions filled our minds and our thoughts were scattered all over the place. it was the onset of a new story - something we hadn't found out until now. something far more complicated - a plight.

who was this anonymous new player? what was his objective? and why did he choose to save Elodie? was he really a "saviour'? or was that a show. "what could be the truth behind all this?" Nyla asked herself - confused. but most importantly what was the connection between him and this case? if there was one.

things had gotten far more complicated, and this case had a lot more to it than it seemed. a whole new plot - it was a twist of turns, filled with unsolved mysteries that Nyla was desperate to find and put an end to.

so they all investigated deeper into that night and about this "saviour",  as far as they knew this new player knew things the police didn't and hence, he was the key to reaching this psychopath. it was perhaps, an opportunity. but the assurity of things was not guaranteed - all they could do was wait and observe. 

"This is the footage from last night, at the hospital," said Bruce, as they all gathered to watch. the footage showed him, it was just as the nurse described. it was impossible to identify his face but they had no choice but to hurry - the footage did catch him leaving but it was impossible to tell where he went, as if he vanished into thin air. it seemed like there was a blind spot - something that they couldn't see on camera.  they were left with no choice but to check out the area themselves - but just as they were about to leave - Nyla got a call.

it was an unknown number, "Could it be?..", Nyla thought. Turns out she was right - the caller was Elodie. what was the reason that she had to call? did she remember something?

"I think... I- remember his face..", she said - afraid. 

"what.." Nyla replied stunned, "I'm on my way, let's meet and talk" she continued. finally, we found him - it was the end for him. The tables were turned, this game belonged to us now.

Nyla left for the hospital while Bruce and Henry went to investigate further about this "saviour". it was just a matter of time before the truth was revealed, Elodie sat anxiously, waiting for Nyla. but it was taking too long, nyla was stuck in traffic, she sighed, out of all times why now, she thought.

"are you waiting for someone, you seem anxious," the doctor asked, entering the room. "oh, yes for the police" Elodie replied. "they're not pressurizing you, right?" he asked, "no not all, I was the one who asked to meet - cause I remembered something," she said.

"I see, how are u feeling?"  he asked. "a bit better" replied Elodie. "did you take your medicine? They didn't cause any side effects right?" he asked, "no, they didn't." she said. "I'm glad, I'll take my leave then, get rest," he said - politely. "thank you" Elodie thanked him.

he stopped, "oh and, what do u remember? If you don't mind,"  he asked.  "his face, but I'm not entirely sure" she sighed.  "I see," he said - turning away to leave - when he stopped. closing the door behind him, he faced Elodie. His eyes looked sharp and tension filled the room as Elodie got anxious.

"ah right!, I forgot to give you your medicine, sorry" he laughed - apologising. 

As he started loading the required medicine into a syringe, flicking it a few times. he stared at it - "but what a pity, you aren't sure what he looks like, that psycho!" he said.

"But,
what about now,
do you remember for sure now?" 

he said removing his mask - looking at Elodie, who was petrified.

Did the tables really turn?