Dylan Coles moved through a medium sized house in the west side of town. The young man had recently turned seventeen and now there were detectives knocking on his door. For what? He had no clue. With a mutter, he tread down the hallway a green and white toothbrush hanging from his mouth a few drops of white tooth paste flecked the corners of his lips. "San Francisco Homicide!" another impatient knock on the door. Tiredly Dylan moved his hand up pulling the tooth brush from his mouth as he stopped before the wooden door. His hand moved rather slowly as if taunting the law enforcement on the other side. Before the tall dark haired detective could pound his fist on the door again Dylan swung it open. "Detectives James and Rocks, Is this the Coles residence?" a short stocky thin haired man asked. "Yes" Dylan replied eyes flickering from one detective to the other. "May we speak to Dylan Coles?" the short one continued. "Speaking" a short pause. "May we come in?" the tall one dropped into the questions. "Why?" Dylan's turn to ask. "The body of Violet Morse was discovered early this morning, we'd like to ask you a few questions" the tall one, whom Dylan had come to the conclusion after several minutes of thinking was Detective James and the short one was Detective Rocks. "Are you sure it was Violet?" Dylan wasn't sure he believed them, he took a step back eyes narrowed. "Fairly sure, the dental records matched" Detective Rocks replied solemnly. "Dental records? Why would you use the dental records?" Dylan demanded. "When we found Ms. Morse she was nothing more than bones and some rotting tissue, we decided dental records were best. May we come inside?" James demanded once again. "Yes, of course" Dylan rasped stepping aside inviting both detectives inside.
Once the door was closed, and Dylan had returned his tooth brush to the bathroom and sat down on the couch did the detectives speak. "Were are your parents, Dylan?" Rocks asked eying him. "Well, if you'd thought to look at anything other than a name and address before coming her, you'd know my mother died in a fire. As for my father, he uh. He works a lot" and that was all he was willing to tell these two men, these two complete strangers. "Right, I understand you were one of the last people to see Violet alive?" James followed up. "Uh yeah, last time I saw her I was with a couple friends, last Saturday maybe?" Dylan had crossed his arms over his chest. "Right, and who are these 'friends?'" Rocks questioned. "Umm..Alex and Raven" Dylan replied. "Do Alex and Raven have last names?" James asked though Dylan could clearly see he was slightly annoyed, but hey, one of his closest friends was just murdered, or had been murdered a while ago, he had right to be a little off, didn't he? "Did Violet have any, enemies? Anyone who would like to hurt her?" the usual question though he could only expect it was to come. "No of course not, I mean Britney Willis didn't like her much, but that's because her boyfriend Tyler Birchmark kept trying to hook up with Violet, nothing to serious" Dylan shrugged. "But I'm going to have to ask you to leave, I'm going to be late for school" he stood up and began to usher the two detectives from the living room and back towards the door, he didn't want them inside any longer than they had to be, and it was time they were leaving and he was living. Besides he had to warn Alex and Raven, he was sure that Detective James and Rocks would be paying them a visit to day or the day following.
After the detectives had left and been gone for a while, Dylan was kicking himself, he should have found out where they had found Violet so he could do some investigating on his own. Seconds later, he had pulled out his newly purchased iphone 5m and pulled up Alex's number and hit call. Pulling the phone to his ear. "Hello?" the other line picked up. "Hey, Alex. Just thought I'd give you a heads up, cops are on the way over or will be soon" Dylan warned. "Hey, thanks. Why are they coming?" Alex asked. "Th-th-they found Violet. Dead" Dylan whispered now he just wanted to curl up and rock back and forth, but no he didn't. "They WHAT? Violet's Dead!" Alex wasn't taking it well at all. "Yes, s-she's dead, just..." The line went dead with Alex whimpering and gasping anything along the lines of oh God. Lowering his arm that's when he noticed his fingers were trembling and the phone slipped from his hands. "Fuck.." he hissed leaning down to pick it up, only slightly relieved that the screen hadn't shattered on impact, at least one of them had guardian angels.
Grabbing his backpack he swung it over his shoulder, pulled the door open and stalked out into the early morning air, the front door slamming after him. Shoving his phone in his pocket he turned down the sidewalk towards the high school. It was at least one thing he could do that seemed normal, but little did he know he was not ready for the absence of Violet. Steadily he made his way towards the school that was rising in the distance, soon joining him was a cheerful smiling Raven. Perhaps he shouldn't have told Alex, he should have left it, they were aloud one last, happy day weren't they? After all he could have just told them Violet was sick today and things would have gone as normal, until those two detectives had their follow up questions. "Hey" Raven smiled at him, Dylan forced himself to return her cheery smile. "Hey" his response wasn't what he wanted it to be, it was more soft and reguarded, and off somehow, he knew it, by the way she looked at him. "Is something wrong?" Raven demanded frowning lightly. "No, nothing is wrong" he replied quickly, his pace becoming brisk an hurried. "Hey, I forgot that um.. Mr. West asked me to come in early and help him with...Stuff" and with that he wheeled to face front again and bounded off leaving Raven behind looking shocked and utterly confused.
Once away from Raven and out of her eye shot Dylan slowed his pace to a steady walk. He circled the school and ducked down the hill behind and into the woodland which stretched for miles, accordingly, he had never done the research to check, I mean what did he care? He was never in the woods. Birdsong and chirps of different insects filled his ears, at some point he narrowly missed a large spider's web with a large spider in the center with green veins that looked alien, all eight eyes watched him as he passed, he swore the spider had grinned at him. He blinked and ducked further into the trees. No school for him today, no only peaceful thinking in the woods.
His trekk continued until he was puzzled by the crumbling gravel path that was about car width, and was lined with tall iron fencing with barbs between the large spikes, he supposed to keep things out, let alone keep things in. After several minutes of following the fenced in road, he made up his mind to get on the other side. Shrugging his black backpack off his shoulders and flinging it over. He lunged up grabbing two of the taller iron posts on either side of two sections of barbed fence. He managed to heave himself up press his foot into the barbs.
It was at that moment when his foot slipped and he lost his grip, his arm raking the barbs on the way down. He crashed into the stony road with a groan. He didn't move for what felt like hours his side hurt and so did his arm which had leaked a steady pool of crimson blood onto the rocks and dust.
