Kilgraved

The Pulse

"Dammit all to hell." Jess let out a cuss walking back inside the office with a heavily smoked cigarette lit in her mouth. She slammed her leather jacket down on her desk as Trish watched her with curious eyes. Jess told her that she had to go and check in with her other job. Some place called the Daily Bugle, but by the looks of the emotional distress and ferocity written all over her, it had not gone wall. "Low life, lying, greedy son of a bitch." Jess muttered as she put out her cigarette and gulped down her favorite bottle of Jack Daniels and upon finishing, let out an aggravated sigh. "Sorry Trish, just another jackass from around here." Trish stood up and furrowed her brows and managed to come up with a response. "What happened?" She asked as Jess sat back down in her chair, turning on her Apple laptop and started typing with quite an impressive speed. "Just my boss being slander spewing jerk off who prints libel every fucking day. His name is J. Jonah. Jameson and I work under him on an article for the paper called The Pulse. Which is complete bullshit honestly." With that she took a fresh cigarette in her mouth and puffed three times, taking small dabs in the ash tray before looking up at Trish. "Got a place to stay? I'm gonna be up all night with these cases and Malcolm went home." "No, well I have an apartment a few blocks down but I'm getting evicted soon." Trish said in a saddened tone as her exterior drooped slightly at her realization. "Go there, eviction isn't immediate, I'll be calling you back in a few days for questioning. Right now I'm piled up in way too much shit to deal with just you, so when I get these cases knocked down then it'll be better." Jess said looking over her laptop with a firm stare, reaching for another cigarette combined with a lighter. Trish went to speak in resistance but decided against it, knowing she would be met with a grim retort. As she turned her heels around to leave, there was a knock on the door showing a silhouette of a man looking to be 6'1."Shit go in the other room." Jess said, getting up and sauntering past Trish with a dismissive wave. Grabbing the handle and giving a tug, the old wooden door squeaked open and scraped against the floor boards. "May I help you?" Jess asked the man. He wore a police uniform, standard dark navy blue. He had razor burns from a recent shave but missed some whiskers, the blonde hair covering his head was greasy and matted at best with his coffee smelling breath not welcoming Jess whatsoever. Suddenly he whipped out his gun proclaiming "This will be over quick." Squeezing the trigger with his right index finger, firing the bullet right at Jess in which she dodged just barely as she felt the bullet graze her right shoulder from the dodge. Her ears pounded and rang in agony from being so close to the gun shot but she also didn't account for what she would be diving into which was the wall, her body immediately hitting it with a thump. Getting up and diving into her small kitchen just a few spaces over, Jess managed to grab one of her fold out metal chairs and chucked it at the pursuing cop with one hand. He dodged it with ease and aimed his gun at Jess again, firing it only for her to block it with her dining table as if it was a wooden shield. Thank God for her having a sense to put it in the kitchen instead of her living room.