Karst

Chapter Two: Staged

Quentin sighed and picked up a bundle of neatly typed up papers off his desk. "The report is finished. The murder patterns are still the same. I wonder if it's still the gangs that are still behind this or maybe it's something darker.."

K took the report and flung it into a large pile of old reports on the edge of the desk. "Quentin, how many times have I told you I don't need reports I need you to go out and take photographs. I can't show my face in public anymore, not since we found out The Spider is still alive." K drawled and spun around on the chair to look at him.
"K, I've already told you, for the court to be able to convict someone, they have to have more than photographic evidence. Which is why I'm doing the reports." Quentin sat down on the chair beside her. K looked at the wall which was put up since the murder investigations began. All the crime scenes in Blue Haven had been highlighted in red and the ones that could have possible connections were connected by blue string. Most of the red dots were connected.
K stared at the map absentmindedly for a minute before looking at Quentin. "I'm sorry. I know it's only really you who is doing all these reports and I know R hasn't been helping with things much too. I wanted to hold off on telling you this, but he and Astrid have been captured by Akane Suzuki's group. I'm not sure what's going to happen now. They haven't asked for a ransom fee yet. For all I know they could both be dead." They were both silent for a minute. Then K spoke again. "I highly doubt they are dead. There is only a 1.2375% chance that they have died. However, there is a much higher chance of R and A being turned into them. If that is the case, you know yourself what we must do." Quentin nodded in reply. "I'll do whatever I have to." He said, his voice quivering.

The wind was bitter, and icy and covered the streets in a blanket of ice. Quentin walked briskly, trying to avoid slipping on the ice. What K had said haunted him. What if he never saw Astrid and R again? Well more specifically, Astrid since he hardly even knew R, he didn't even know his name. "Oh god, I'm an awful person." He thought to himself after the other thought flew into his mind. There was something negative lingering around the thought of R. It was the stench of jealousy.
Quentin didn't know that much about R. He was a mysterious figure, tall with dirty brown blonde hair that looked as though it hadn't been washed in days. He had startling, hardened looking hazel eyes and he always wore a black jacket with goggle type sunglasses on his head. Quentin despised him. Maybe it was the fact that he was closer to K than he was or that he irritated him beyond comprehension. Maybe it was both. Quentin knew he hated him.
The roads were empty. Quentin checked his watch. It was 1.30 a.m in the morning. There was something in the air that didn't feel right. The type of apprehension that comes before a storm. Quentin took out his camera, sat down on the wooden bench beside the bus shelter and waited. He didn't have to wait for too long. He heard a scream coming from the small alleyways to the south of the bus shelter. He saw a figure with bright, white hair running from the dark alley which he heard the screams coming from. As he took a picture of the suspect, he turned and looked at him. His eyes were a glowing, vibrant red. The same colour as the streaks of blood on his hands.