Choices and Chances (a ppg fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Detective and Psychiatrist both got off the car.
“Detective Callahan.” A policeman ran to him. “This is nasty, sir. Felicia Hanks, 27, Caucasian, a small café barista. A large head wound and multiple cuts on the entire body. Found dead by her neighbor. An elderly woman in the 60s. No witnesses.” The young officer looks a sigh. “I am not cut up for seeing folks dead like that.”
“That is nasty, Uley.”
Police were doing their job. Rhea had never seen Callahan this focused. His mind was entirely focused on the case at hand.
When the entered dead girl's apartment, she was beyond horrified.
Felicia Hanks was no longer could be recognized as a beautiful girl. With bleeding cuts all over her body, she was in the pool of blood. Biggest pool Rhea had ever seen. Most disturbing was half of her brain out of the skill. Even Callahan looked disturbed.
Suddenly Callahan moved and gazed at her with worry.
Bile rose up from her stomach. She couldn’t control. This was too much. She ran towards what appears to be a bathroom.
Callahan followed her immediately.
As she emptied her stomach, he was supporting her thin frame, caressing her back.
“Sorry.” She mumbled, wiping her mouth with the tissue he handed her.
“It's alright.” He replied kindly. A rare thing.
“My partner, tough as a cotton ball. But then again, this is way too much disturbing for a mere consultant.” she could hear his mind clearly.
“Uley.” He shouted.
“Yes, Detective?” the young officer was disturbed as well. He avoided looking at the body.
“Take Ms. Timmons out. Get her some water or something.” He spoke up while giving him his car keys.
Arias Callahan looked around for clues. He found nothing in the bedroom, kitchen, and lounge.
But then he found a piece of paper tucked under the bathroom sink with a bone-chilling sentence.
“Product of Betrayal, DIE”
His instincts we’re blaring sirens.
………………………..
Rhea sat inside the car with a cup of coffee gone cold.
“I’ve fought monsters, master criminals, villains all my life. I’ve never seen so much blood and a human body like that.”
The rain was pouring hard. Flashes of lightning and roar of the thunder were not helping her emotionally wretched state. Her nerves were getting weaker and weaker as her brain played the scene from real-life horror she just witnessed.
Arias opened the door and slid in.
She sat there unfocused. Arias, however, was feeling her emotions, her horror. He struggled to find the right words. He couldn’t find anything.
They sat together for an hour, not touching, not speaking. Their mere presence giving strength to each other.
“The person..” Rhea spoke, “ the one who did that…looks like…I think it will happen again…” her voice was pained. Her instincts were the same as him. It looked like a job of a serial killer.
Her pain hurt his head, literally. He wished he could just shut off his clairvoyance.
“Arias, will it happen again?” now she was looking at him with her bright somewhat unnatural brown.
“Not if we find him first.” His stern, the determined voice was soothing.
“We will. We have too.” he sensed her emotions shifting from sorrow to determination.
“We will, Timmons. Or I’ve failed this good city.” Arias is unaware that she listened to each and every thought.
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Brick sat in front of a Blonde girl.
She had come. She came after 7 weeks but she came.
For the first time, he sat there without any hatred for her and her team.
“I’m so sorry, Brick.” Bubbles said guiltily. He got confused.
“I was the one who hurt her last time with my words and she is saying sorry? She is not right in her head.” He chuckled inwardly.
“It was selfish of me. I never meant to stop visiting, stop meeting you. It just…” she looked down. Somehow the white tabletop was more interesting than anything else.
“Blondie, I…, I’m…” he couldn’t make himself say sorry.
“Please forgive me, Brick. I feel really bad. I shouldn’t have stopped coming here. I just didn’t know what to say to you.” She had tears in her sapphire eyes. “I nearly abandoned you.”
Abandon. What a word!
He took a deep breath.
“Our creators abandoned us. You are the only one who cares about us.” He wanted to say but didn’t.
“Will you forgive me, Brick? Right?” she pleaded. He just nodded awkwardly.
Bubbles smiled wiping her tears.
“How are you, Brick? How is your brother? They treat you fine here?” she asked him too many questions under one breath.
He found himself smiling. It felt good that someone cares for them.
“We are fine. They treat us okay.” He replied.
“Do they educate you?”
He got confused.
“I mean schooling?”
“They do.” He stopped being egoistic brat a few weeks ago. “Math, science, literature, grammar. All the bad ones.”
She giggled.
“Mathematics is worse.”
“Math is passable. I think grammar is the very worst.”
“Use of very with superlatives shows me how bad you are in grammar.”
“Yeah. I got D. And honestly, I don’t know what you said.”
Both laughed.
“ I talked to Ms. Bellum. I was hoping to make authorize here at least let your team play outside.” She became unhappy. “I don’t think they are listening to me.”
“They are afraid that we’ll somehow fly off.”
She nodded.
“Its okay, Blondie. We don’t mind this…this..” he thought about the appropriate word ‘jail?... Prison?...’ A word came.
“Isolation.”
“But it’s not fair to you guys. You are not bad. Especially you Brick. And I know as a leader you’ll keep your team in line.”
“it is not easy. Butch is quite a handful.” He laughed to ease her up.
“Brick.”
He sighed.
“Not everyone thinks like you. Not even your sisters, I think.”
“They don’t know.”
He was astounded.
“Still? You should tell your leader to know.” He reasoned.
“Professor knows and that’s enough for now.”
More surprises.
“And he let you visit the rowdyruff leader.” He was being very sarcastic. “How can her creator be that naïve? Doesn’t he thinks of them as daughters?”
“Professor says it’s not your fault because you boys are not taught that there are other ways to live.”
He felt like a guinea pig.
“Rowdyruffs were created evil. The evil we will be forever.” He said bitterly.
“I don’t believe that.” She declared kindly. “I know you act like a total jerk most of the time but you are just like us. You too have cha choice between good and evil. It’s up to you. And a few seconds ago, you were accepting that many people think of you as evil but you are not.”
He never knew he had a choice.
If he believed her that meant their entire existence was meaningless.
“You have a choice.” She said again.
He didn’t want to think about it.
“you got me gum this time?”
She giggled and threw a packet at him.
“I never ever forget.”