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<Side's POV>

The police are here.

I eyed the officer suspiciously as Speedy got up to explain the situation.

«You okay? I know you killed two people and all...but we could say it was self-defence...» G18 whispered.

{Yeah...} I mumbled, he probably didn't understand me.

"No. They were kidnapped, and-"

I tuned out. I didn't want to listen to Speedy's explanation. I just wanted to curl up in his arms and fall asleep.

I look around and see the police cordoning the area in yellow and black tape.

Jeffery was partially covered in the body bag and I shuddered at what I had done to him.

I tried to turn away but found out something really unsettling.

I could move my upper body, but I was paralysed from my waist down!

{I can't move my legs...} I tell G18.

«Mm..no. I don't understand. Speedy!» G18 called for Speedy.

"Okay, hang on officer. Yeah?" Speedy turned back to us.

«What did Side say?»

Speedy turned to look at me.

{I can't move my legs} I reiterate, poking my unresponsive legs.

«What? Oh..G he can't move his legs..» Speedy looked at G18 despairingly.

«Hmm...I guess you're just keeping him alive and breathing then. We need some other kind of healing to fix him» G18 looked at me, frowning.

{I...just wanna hug you..} I tell Speedy.

He smiled, walking over and knelt by me.

{I want to hug you too} He embraced me and I unconsciously sniffed his neck.

"Can't I see my own son?!"

"Can I not see my boyfriend?"

"Can I not check on my friends?"

There were some protests at the perimeter of the crime scene.

I looked up to see Sandra backing Lisa, while Sammi was arguing with one of the police officers and my dad glaring crossly at the chief officer.

A lady came up to us.

"Mr Lucas Watson, I am Stephanie Thatcher, Head Investigator of the LA Supernatural Police Force. We have some questions regarding your friends on the crime scene." The investigator introduced herself, holding out her badge for proof.

"Alright, what do you want to know?" Speedy got up.

"Okay, do your companions understand English?" She held onto a clipboard.

"Yes. They do."

"They speak English?"

".....no. One of them doesn't."

She furiously scribbled on her board.

"While my job is to pry and inquire, may I know what they have said in your discussion. Any details that are crucial without being too personal?"

"My friend, Albi, can't move his legs."

"I see. Which one is he?"

"The one with the crown in his hands."

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