Choose (Interactive Mentalist Story)

1C

You tell them you're sorry and that it wasn't your intention to keep evidence from them. 

The blue and red lights are little more than smudgy illuminations in the slanting rain. But beneath their glow is the white bodywork of a police car. The sirens are fortunately off. Every time when a police car races by, you feel surprisingly haunted. It's as if they're chasing you to put you in jail for lifetime. This might sound like you hate cops, but that isn't the case. Your brother used to chase after you wearing creepy costumes, holding sharp, bloody weapons and screaming phrases from horror movies that obviously scared you as a little girl. So whether it's believable or not, being chased is one of your biggest fears, due to your brother.

Agent Rigsby followed by Jane, takes you to the police car. You take a seat in the backseat while Rigsby settles himself on the driver's seat. Last but not least, Jane joins the party and sits down onto the passenger's seat. He looks at you through the rearview mirror. You look at him with big, sad, puppy eyes.

"Look... I didn't want to hide the stuffed tiger from you guys. It was a mistake. I swear." 

"As I said, you should never try to hide something from me. I'll always find out where or what it is."

"I thought my socks concealed the thing pretty well.."

"Socks, sand, tiles or even underwear.. I would've found it anyway."

"You even searched through my underwear?"

"No."

"Sure..."

A short pause of awkwardness.

"Rigsby did." He suddenly says.

"What the hell?" Rigsby glares wryly at Jane, who is clearly amused by messing with you and his colleague. He's smiling like a kid who just got candy from his mother. You roll with your eyes, resting your back against the soft leather seat to stare through the rain-splattered window. Traffic wound its way down the road like a great angry snake, tires hissing over the wet road. On both sides of the street stand iron streetlamps. Each one radiates a warm orange glow, flickering in its attempt to light up the whole street. 

The car comes to a halt in front of a traffic light. That gives you a chance to look to the daily events occurring outside of the car. A woman drops her cigarette, smothers it with her foot, blowing the last breath full of smoke in her husband's face who swats it away in her direction as they walk down the pavement. A group of teenagers hanging out in a dark, small alleyway, two boys were spraying graffiti on the wall. The other three; one girl and two guys were chilling, sitting on the ground with their backs resting against the wall. The girl sat between the two very good looking boys; she was short and thin and smoking a blunt. What is it with people smoking so much these days? 

You remember the first time you tried to smoke a cigarette. Oh boy... Your brother insisted on you trying one cigarette. Coughing and wishing you hadn't inhaled the smoke while your brother laughed and patted you on the back, you immediately decided this was not only your first cigarette, it would also be the last cigarette you'd ever take. 

The car starts moving again, on its way to its destination you secretly fear. The police station. You have to do something. Spending your life in prison ... No. You can't even imagine how that would be. They need an explanation right? 

"I just wanted to examine the thing because the killer meant something by leaving it there... It's a message... A PERSONAL message... And-"

Jane cuts you off, "I know."

"And these handcuffs hurt..."

"We'll take them off once we get there." says Rigsby, eyes still focused on the road.

You let out a deep, relieved sigh. " Listen... I really didn't want to tamper with evidence. I'm sorry. Please don't put me in jail..." 

"You'll be alright." says Jane softly. Looking at his direction, you realize he's still looking at your through the rearview mirror. Whether he's a jackass or not, those soothing words actually did make you feel a little bit better. Without any further word, the car ride continues in silence..

END OF CHAPTER 1.

Your results.

- You took the tiger and hid it, but you were caught.

-You were honest.

-Friendship percentage with Jane increased with 15%.

-Friendship percentage with Rigsby increased with 20%.

->Go to chapter 3.