A Clockwork Orange 2: If Alex Never Died

Chapter One: London 1975.

      "ALEX THE MURDERER FREED FROM HOSPITAL"! The only sounds I could hear echoing down the windy streets of London as I walked to work, My name is Annabeth Rivers i'm a detective down at the police station only a month into the job and they have released one of the most ruthless gang leader of human history, Alex Delarge.

      Alex was captured back in '71 for Rape, murder, stealing, and worst of all The Ultra-violence. Now don't get me wrong I have a thing for bad boys but this man he was nothing short of phycotic. I walked a few more miles then reached the metal doors that had "LPD" spray painted across it. I swiped my card as the door unlocked revealing folders and papers scattered about with the head detective Mr.Deltoid almost drowning in his own mess. "MR.DELTOID"! I screamed as I ran to pull him from his paper covered chair. "Thank you love". he said breathlessly as he brushed off his pants, "I heard you were taking the Delarge case over for me yes? well I should tell you first hand that boy is a snake"! He fell over again. "Well sir." I said "They gave me your case because I do not believe in nonsense and I could make the Delarge boy into a man". He stood up and ruffled his hair, "Now darling he will manipulate you he will mess with your mind that treatment has been long forgotten"! he stopped himself and cleared his throat "He is a master of his craft Ann do not let him fool you". I grabbed his release file and went for the door. "I won't sir he can't get to me, nobody ever can". And I walked out to the bus to go out to the prison. 

        The old double pulled to the stop around 15:00, I was right on schedule, actually I was a little early! I sat on the bottom level of the bus toward the back two police officers from the other hub were eyeing me as I read my files. I decided to speak up, "Hi there..." they just kept staring at the file cautiously until one looked up coldly and sternly spoke, "That boy deserves to rot in his cell.....the bloody bastard" I was shocked  that a person of such ranking would even know a prisoner. "You know him..."? I whispered. "The Delarge boy? Yes in-fact i worked with him back in the old days, we both did". I was stunned even more then before,i reached into the file and handed it to the men, they were tall about 23 years old with worn faces. "Ya see this scar lady"? He pulled his coat sleeve back to reveal a scar the stretched the whole length of his wrist. I shockingly shook my head knowing I was probably in  for a terrifying tale. "The bloody bastard cant handle his anger"! He shouted as the other man nodded in agreement, "He hit Georgie in his privates and into the barge and I followed next thing I knew he was holding his hand out as what seemed to be a nice gesture  then all of a sudden BAM"! He stopped himself and took a deep sigh. "Then he pulled his knife out of his cane and cut through my bloody wrist". He was calm but still scorned, I did not say anything to the man for quite some time till the burning question I had burst though my lips faster then I could stop stop it, "What is your name sir"? I quickly shut my trap for fear of angering him. "My name is David ma'am...but my friends call me Dim". He was calm the rest of the ride Until I reached my stop at the prison gates, "Goodbye men" I said as l walked down the steps. They waved but as I turned my back and walked off I heard something that clued me into the rest of my evening, "Viddy well Madam Viddy well..."