Logan Greenwood
"This isn't funny, kid. What are you getting at?" Detective Grey rubbed the sweat from his forehead. This Greenwood made him nervous.
"My brother is invisible, I swear. I can feel it." Silas honestly couldn't explain why he felt this or even how long this has been going on, but he knew it was true. "Logan didn't commit the murder of Marcus Graham, I swear."
"And why am I supposed to believe you? You're just a little kid." Grey was almost curious as to what this boy had to say.
Silas, who was biting at his nails, wasn't sure what to say. He knew his brother wasn't the killer behind this, but at the same time he had no proof. Silas had no choice but to start from the beginning. "I saw it. I saw everything in all its bloody detail. The mom was piercing in the sky and leaves spotted the green grass with oranges and reds. It was autumn." Now, his eyes were closed and he could almost see it as clearly as he had the first day.
"There was no sound. The doors to Marcus's house were locked, but his air conditioner broke and he let open a few windows, despite the chilly autumn weather. Marcus was lying in his bed listening to some 90's rock music on full volume, I believe. No lights were on, excluding the one in his bedroom where he was dozing off. Then, something black and shiny slid in through the window by his bed. It was like a shadow.
"And almost suddenly It made Its way up his arm and wrapped gently around his neck. Marcus was half asleep and didn't even feel it. It tightening and Marcus jumped awake, grabbing at his neck. The thing, whatever it was, was as relentless as a boa constrictor. It was choking the life out of him, literally. But something about the creature radiated sorrow and sadness, like It didn't want to kill him.
"As if It remembered something, the creature released Marcus and left him struggling on the floor. Then It was a boy. Like it changed into a human right there. Marcus was still struggling to breathe, but was still very well alive. The boy had dark skin and bright eyes, but he was really short for how old he looked. He was crying, though. Marcus was panting on the ground, barely breathing on his own.
"The boy was shaking, too. Almost too much to hold the knife he started to pull from his pocket. There was a trace of fear in Marcus's eyes when he held the knife tightly in his hand. Marcus tried to scoot away from the murderous thing that was now a boy. He could barely breathe on his own and his fingers were desperately clutching for his phone that was inches away." Silas now felt like he was telling some horrible story, then realized it was true.
He gulped and continued as Grey's feature contorted intensely. "The boy was still crying as if he really didn't want to do what he was about to do. He stopped and Marcus struggled to grab his phone. Then the boy looked like he was in pain, really bad pain. With heavy tears in his eyes, he kicked the phone away from Marcus. Then he stabbed him multiple times in the chest, at least six. And Marcus died right the slumped on the floor.
"Then the boy dragged his body to the bathroom and put him in the bathtub after he took off his clothes, for evidence reasons I guess. That's how my brother found him. His neck bruised and his chest bloody." The young Greenwood finished. It all played out in his head just like it had the night he saw it.
Grey leaned in his chair, his breathing the only thing disturbing the silence. "And you expect me to believe based on the story you've told me which has details only a murderer would know, that someone else did it."
