Blood Moon 2 (Haunted)

Untouchable

The loud click of the old tape recorder did not scare Simon. In fact, He felt immortalized…honored. In a sick and twisted way, this was his moment and he would cling to it. He wanted to snuggle it like a long lost lover and get lost in the high’s and the lows. His roller coaster.

Detective Lee could feel a cold shiver slowly creep up his spine. He knew he would have nightmares when this was over. He stared at the man across the table from him. The bologna thick scratched lens of his glasses combined with the tiny malnourished frame rendered the Simon seemingly harmless.

He didn’t know which scared him more, the fact that he committed all of the heinous acts or the fact that he shows absolutely no sign of remorse. Either way, Detective Lee didn’t like being in this tiny locked interrogation room alone with him handcuffed or not. He took a long drag from his cigarette letting the smoke calm his over zealous nerves. Exhaling slowly, he looked the monster in the face and tried again.

“ Start at the beginning for me Simon. Speak slowly and speak clearly.”

A sinister smile crossed the face of the felon as he spoke. His eyes unblinking, tried to peer directly in soul of the young detective.

“It was April Third and I was in the doctors office for the fourth time in three weeks. I remember the needle puncturing my skin and felt the luke warm pain and satisfaction as he drew yet more blood for testing. My blood pressure was high and my fever would never break. I made it home around two forty five still angry with him. Between you and me detective, I really hated Dr. Balmer.”

Simon stared at the man, purposely pausing his story. Silence filled the air and seemed suspended there. After thirty seconds, Detective Lee sighed a heavy sigh. The click of the stop button on the recorder echoed in the nearly empty interrogation room.

“What is it now Simon?”

“Nothing detective. I reckon I am just waiting for you to offer me one of them smokes you have in your shirt pocket.”

“You are a prison Simon, you waived your rights to luxury items like cigarettes. Now can we continue?”

“No, I think I’m not in the mood for storytelling now on the account of my major nicotine fit.”

“That’s fine Simon, I can wait until you are ready.”

A flat expression came across his face, sternness, A mix of anger and superiority flashed in his eyes.

“THE FUCK YOU CAN! I CAN WAIT BUT YOU CAN’T. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. LIFE IN PRISON REMEMBER? I CAN WAIT. BUT YOU DETECTIVE, YOU ARE BOUND BY THE STATUE OF LIMITATIONS AREN’T YOU? I AM A MURDERER BUT I’M NOT STUPID. NOW STOP BEING A DICK AND GIVE ME A FUCKING SMOKE.”

The booming sound and abruptness caused the man to jump. He felt a sharp pain in his right knee as it collided with the cold metal table. His breath caught in his throat and his heart was a race horse going for the yellow tape.

Get it together Lee, you can’t show the prisoner your fear. Get it together!

He takes a deep breath and relaxes. He flicks his lighter and lights the end of the cigarette. The end turned a nice shade of autumn orange and the smoke immediately filled Simons nostrils in a taunting dance.

“No more pauses. Understand?”

“YES! FOR FUCKS SAKE GIVE ME THE SMOKE!”

He slowly hands the prison his prize and clicks the large record button once more.
“Please continue.”

“Like I said I made it home. I was angry. I sat in my beat up old recliner and sipped on a cup of coffee. I was trying to find what others would call ‘my happy place’ but it never came. Around five o’clock the phone rang. I put down my coffee and I answered the phone. According to Dr. Asshole my blood test results came back. Just as I feared they came back positive. I asked the good doctor how long I have to live and he proceeded to tell me that without the very expensive treatment that I couldn’t afford I have maybe two weeks.