Golden Snow

chapter 2 (Snow's P.O.V)

Where am I ? What's happening? Am I still alive?..... These were all thoughts that that were racing through my mind  like a black bred stallion.... Wait! What's that ringing noise? ....

As I gradually open my eyes I'm met with a gruesome sight : The right corner of the station has been blown up to bits and it's complete chaos , people are screaming, some injured it seems and some dead , lucky motherfuckers ..... Wait where is Pedro ? Fuck! Suddenly I'm on my feet searching, "Where the fuck is he ?" I roared , then I see it... A massive hole where the back wall of the cell used to be . THE MAFIA KING HAS ESCAPED ONCE AGAIN. Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!

As the sirens of multiple ambulances wail with a sense of urgency, I feel nothing, fellow colleagues being taken to hospital for severe injuries due to the bomb and I don't even feel the slightest tinge of of sadness nor remorse for the families who would have to come to try and identify the unrecognisable bodies of their loved ones who now lie stagnant and cold . How do I manage to feel so isolated and alone in do much chaos ? Oh well time for more paperwork. The C.I.A has webbed all this to be a gas leak to the public, Fucking assholes.

As I get to the front door of my shitty  apartment, I do my routine:  check the doors , unlock the dozen locks , service gun out , I then scout the whole apartment ... then only when I'm satisfied that there are no hidden cameras , bugs ,CR nor any snipers near aiming at me through the windows do I relax. I live in a simple apartment with minimal furniture and dull grey walls to which most would think lack vibrance but it's good enough for me and that's precisely the reason why I notice the constant dripping sound that plagues the silence of my living room. Maybe it plumbing needs fixing again. I will do it later for now I need to sit down. As I sit down on  the couch , the faint smell of metallic liquid reaches my senses.... Isn't that blood? Just then a droplet of some kind lands on my leather jacket .... It is blood and it's coming directly from above me .... As I look up I notice the big bold letters brandishing my ceiling

"WHEN DEATH COME'S KNOCKING, NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP HIM FROM COMING IN... ALL YOU CAN DO IS MEET HIM STANDING UP WITH HONOUR"        
                                            Pedro Swarez
"Captain this motherfucker is targetting me, he came into my goddamn apartment and had the balls to signature his fucking name on my wall. The bastard clearly wants me to know that he is after me "I mercilessly tried to reason with the captain"Snow that is precisely the reason why you should stay away from this case. You're too emotionally involved. Just listen to me and go into protective custody and let us deal with this "This fucker is really idiotic. "One thing about me captain is that I never back down so you can take that protective custody and shove it up your ass"I snarled "Watch your tone Snow I'm still your superior "he warned. This asshole was really 'warning me' , if only he knew how much I wanted to stuff his overgrown fat ass down the furthest drain pipe. He was clearly a waste of space. I will be damned if I let this go, but I need to figure out what the hell is going on here , first Pedro willingly hands himself to me on a silver platter only to blow up the station mere hours later and take the courtesy to lather my  ceiling with a quote about death and to top it off its it's written if blood how classic. Ohh wait he also said something in the cell right before he blew the shit out of it. "Look captain , don't take me off this case , Pedro is clearly targetting me for a reason to which I don't know about, but we can use that to our advantage. Make me the bait , make him think that we are clueless and then when he lets his guard down , we take him down "I tried to reason I need to find out why Pedro is after me and the only way to do that is by having access to his case file ,"I can't put one of my most effective detectives in danger Snow" he said The fact that he is trying to act like a fucking father figure was not in the least bit touching instead it just ticked me off . I don't a father figure, I never did. I don't need anyone's protection"Captain listen, I know it's dangerous but I'm willing to do it . If it gets too dangerous then you can take me off the case "I attempted to bargain with this piece of shit. And as always he caved ,"Okay Snow but as soon as it gets too dangerous you're off the case "he said . Having nothing else to say I merely nodded. When the officers were done inspecting my ceiling and taking multiple pictures , they finally left. " Fuck I hate people" I said to no one in particular. And in truth I really did hate people and not just specific people, no I hated everyone . Males with their egotistical views on life and always sealing validation by pretending to be protectors when in actuality they were just useless pounds of muscle, some are so pathetic that they validate their masculinity by beating helpless women , sick fucks. The females are no better , they conceal their true identity with layers and layers of powder, blush and eyeliner. They wear skimpy outfits that barely cover anything , all for the approval of a man. In a sick way men seek to be the protector, the provider while the women seek to be the damsel in distress . It's basically a genetically originated yin and yang of equal parts pleasure and pain. Ohhh and don't get me started on the blind desire to be more superior then the next ,the more materialistic possessions you have the better you look in society. This world may be mundane but it sure is sick and twisted. I guess I'm the pessimist of this world.

I will piece together these puzzle pieces and find this fucker , for this has become a chess game between Angels and demons, and I am on the borderline. I will find you Pedro. And you will be another piece to the puzzle that will lead me to  "Him" 

"I'm coming"