THE HUNTMAN

Chapter 1 : Jochen

This is not a story that starts well but who knows, it might end well but that's not for me to decide.

Sitting on a bench in a prison cell that stinks of piss, I am crushed between a man dressed like a woman and a man who uses his beard as a blanket since he is not wearing a t-shirt. Everything escalated so quickly.

Until three weeks ago I was in an AirBNB with Calliopé, we lived the life of ordinary newlyweds, I was entitled to a blowjob in the morning, video games and sex until one p.m. then we ate at a restaurant before to go to the funfair or the carnival or the museum. Well, it must be said that we were bored to death at the museum but we went anyway.

Now I'm behind bars covered in blood and sweat and there are goblins jumping around in my head because to calm down I took a little bit of drugs. It was fun, it cleared my head for an hour but it's starting to become a mess in my head again.

The police officer who arrested me let me make a call or not. ? I'm not sure, I hope not since when the sectv reaches my brain I'm used to contacting a person and I don't want to disturb them at one o'clock in the evening. The clock hands sound weird, why do I feel like it's late and early at the same time? How long have I been behind bars?

I tilt my head against the wall behind me and grunt in pain, I tap my head and discover that I'm bleeding. How could I have hurt my head and not remember it afterwards? But what happened after the accident? I squint and read the officer's name on the plaque in front of his desk. Weil? Like Yassim Weil, Otker's ex-boyfriend? Thank God, I am saved.

I stand up and shake the bars, hoping to get the attention of a cop to ask for my call or a glass of water. My mouth is pasty, it's horrible. Drugs are not for me, nor for anyone for that matter.

Finally someone is interested in me, I frown, he looks like Yassim but it's not Yassim. My mind is playing tricks on me? Same face shape but he has a beard, a horrible mole under his eye and his ears are pierced.

"You, you're not Otker's ex."

"No, I'm Bilal and for the fourth time, you won't have water and you've already called. Someone will come get you but you have to wait, I remind you that we found you at a crime scene."

A crime scene, it was an accident, it's not my fault, I did everything to ensure that nothing serious happened. How could I have forgotten several hours? It's not the first time I've taken cocaine but it's the first time I've lost my memory. I must have been in a daze to erase everything. My face is tense, have I cried? Why would I have cried? I just threw my hand into a guy's jaw but I didn't kill anyone and I'm not the type to cry.

"What has happened ?"

"Have you already forgotten? We found you in a nightclub among three corpses three hours ago, you are the only one conscious. If one of your friends hadn't called the prosecutor, you'd already be on a bus heading to prison for triple homicides. You will be summoned in three days to give your statement, you will receive a paper but in the meantime rest."

"Mr. Muscle has finished speaking, I would like to listen to the news. Stammers a prostitute with herpes spots on the corner of her lip. You'll cry about yourself later, little girl!"

I move away and stare at the television, the policeman turns up the sound on the television while the reporter declares:

Here, Michael MacMichael, live from the White Castle, in a few hours the King and Queen will appear before us for an announcement of the greatest importance. According to some sources, the declaration will relate to Princess April, a marriage perhaps will bring happiness to the palace which in view of the behavior of this one is desperate at the idea of ​​seeing her one day engaged. We'll see about it tomorrow at half past eight.