Artificial Tears

Chapter 37

When I open my eyes I can only see darkness, making me think that they are still closed. When I try to move, I find myself to be bound to something.

Wow I really got abducted, huh? Me, a veteran police officer and detective. The thought almost makes me want to laugh bitterly. Sucks to be me I guess.

I hope Xanders got out though.

As I try to look around, I notice just how useless it is. I can't even see my own knees and I'm not even blindfolded or something. I know, because of the air. Something like an AC must be on, the air moves and so does the dust.

I better get out of here.

Feeling with my hands to what is binding them together I remember a course I had followed once. It probably won't take long for me to get out of here.

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Yes! Got it!

As I free myself I rub my cold and hurt hands together to warm them up. I must have been here for at least a couple of hours.

I search my pockets for something that might be useful.

Everything seems to be taken, except my flashlight.

Does the killer want to play a game with me? Me only having my flashlight won't make it anymore fair though. Our guy is young and strong, maybe even more strong than a normal human being. What if he was someone controlled by one of those brain implants? If that was possible. Perhaps another humanoid android that has gone to do their own thing. I still don't trust Oak.

With my hands still shaking from the cold or thoughts of the things I might see with light, I slowly take out my flashlight.

I bring it to my face in front of me and then I push the button.

The bright flash immediately fills almost the entire room with bright white light.

If there is a next time, I should probably take one with me that shines red, instead of white. I will be able to see enough with it, but red light won't attract as much attention as light normally does.

It takes a while before my eyes are used to the light and I look around the room.

I seem to find myself in some sort of concrete box, there is no furniture, only the loose pipe I had been bound to.

No one else is here and I can feel myself sighing relieved. There are also no dead bodies, so that's a plus.

The room does look dirty and as I shine my light on one of the dark stains, I know what it is without having to scan it.

It's blood.

Someone has most likely died in this room looking by the amount of it, but it has been a while. The smell of decay must have been gone for a while or the killer has cleaned it in a way you couldn't even smell the stuff used for it.

There is a big metal door at the end of the room. I bet it's closed, but decide to try anyway.

Welp, it doesn't even move an inch.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead, brute force won't help me get out of here alive. I should find another way.

I look around and check every nook and cranny to see if I can find even the smallest of hint's that will help me get out of here.

In front of one of the walls is a brought wooden plank placed, about the size of a table.

Small blue drops, almost looking like blood lead to it.