April 9, 2015
God, I don't know what happened last night, I blacked out. For some reason I have blood trailing from my front door to the basement. But I'm not bleeding, and my head hurts a lot. There's someone at the door I'll write more later.
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*Devin walks to the door to see who it is. Only to find out its the cops*
"Oh, hello officers may I help you?" Devin asked.
"Yes, where you at Hells Reign between midnight and 3 o'clock this morning?" The officer asked.
"No sir why?"
"Because witnesses said they seen you at the scene of a murder. The murder of Drake James." The officer stated.
"DRAKE JAMES!? He killed my parents!" Devin stated.
"He murdered your whole family Mr. Quill. Your sister died last night at 11:30."
"What!? No, this can't be. I just talked to her..." Devin stated in disbelief.
One of the officers speaks up, "I understand that what is happening to you is a lot to take in at one time and I'm very sorry for your loses, but I need to take you in for...sir is this your blood on the floor?"
"N-no officers it isn't." Devin stumbled.
"Alright sir, we're going to take you in for questioning." the officer turns to his partner, "Get a squad over here and have them search this place."
Oh my God what happened last night? Why can't I remember anything? My sister died and I can't remember.
That'd be my wonderful work.
"What?"
"What're you doing back there?" the officer asked.
"N-nothing, I thought you said something." Devin stuttered.
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*Entering the interrogation room, a round officer, probably a sheriff, sits in front of Devin with a thin file of papers labeled Devin Quill.*
"Alright son, I'm Sheriff Garcia and I just wanna talk to ya. According to this, you have no type of criminal record. Top of your class in high school and college, very impressive, and here you are out of the blue accused for the murder of Drake James. Revenge I presume?"
"I'm sorry officer, I don't seem to understand what you're talking about"
"Drake James murdered your parents. And supposedly the night your sister is murdered, Drake James goes missing and several witnesses say you were at the scene of the crime beating the kid to a pulp, throwing him into your car and driving away. Is this true?"
"I-I...I can't remember. I don't remember anything past taking to my sister."
*Sheriff Garcia gets up and grabs Devin by the shirt.*
"Now son, I'm gonna ask you one more time N-I-C-E-L-Y. Where is Drake James?"
Devin shutting his eyes in fear, "I-I don't know I told you."
I can take this fatty, C'mon sissy, let me at 'em.
"That's it boy, I asked you nicely," Sheriff Garcia slams Devin against the wall screaming, "IF YOU DON'T TELL WHERE HE IS I WILL BEAT THE FUCKING TRUTH OUT OF YOU! DO YOU HEAR BOY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?"
That's it, move over you sad sap of a human being
*Dylan takes over Devin's body and slams the sheriff into the table."
"Now you listen big boy, you touch me one more time and I will shove your night stick so far up your ass that-" Dylan stops at the sound of the door opening.
"Sheriff?" the officer stops at the scene of sheriffs face on the metal table, "GET OFF OF HIM!"
*The officer pulls Dylan off of Garcia.*
"No, no Simmons," the sheriff stops for a brief moment "I was getting out of hand again. If he hadn't slammed me I would've broken his neck. Anyways, what did you want Simons?"
"We just got word from the squad at the house, no sign of Drake. The blood on the floor seems to be from a deer carcass that was found in the basement. Does he know anything about the suspect?"
"No, claims he doesn't even remember his sister, ya know..." Garcia looks at Dylan, "yeah I think you know. Get him checked out then send him outa here."
"Just take me home, I'm fine."
Officer Simmons takes Dylan by the arm, "Mr. Quill if you would let me escort you-"
Dylan snatching his arm back from the officer, "I said I'm fine. I'm going home. Call me if you want to falsely accuse me again."
God these guys are fucking stupid. Letting me go without even a warning or even putting me a cell for bashing the sheriff's head into the table.
"Simmons, I want that boy on 24 hour watch."
Dumbasses...
