XVI.IX.MMI

XIX

Kenneth

My hands were being cuffed to the metal chair as I sat in front of Christian's desk, in his office. I honestly did not know why he needed to cuff me, I was not even harmful nor even near to being as psycho as a serial killer. This was all too dramatic of him.

"How do you even have handcuffs? I thought you were just a detective?" I asked the man who was flipping through stacks of papers as he sat on the desk. He looked very professional, but at the same time has that young edge to him. It was clear to show he was younger that he was assumed.

"I was the Head Captain at the Police Department a year ago, I have my ways," He responded. He then puts the papers down onto the desk, leaning in closer to me. "Now... care to tell me what did you find?" Head Captain? Police? He was much more intimidating that I thought, and to be this young and have such a career is amazement.

I bite the inside of my cheek, looking elsewhere. "Or what?" My hands were moving roughly, trying to get off from these handcuffs, there were tight, too tight on my hands. 

He moved around me, going to the door and locked the entrance to his office. I gulped as the sound of the lock filled my ears. The man walked behind me, putting his both his hands on my shoulder. With one abrupt and swift movement, he turned the chair around, making me facing him inches closer. I had to lean my head back a little to make some distance between us, this was some intimate kind of interrogation. 

"Or...," He paused, staring into me with his deep blue eyes. I falter in nervousness and bewilderment, staring back at the man, waiting for what he might do if I did not tell him. I did not want to tell him because this was my case, technically my parents but now it was mine. I can not just let somebody take over. He even said to do my own way. So I did.

As I lean backwards, he leans in closer. Who was the psycho now exactly? "Or... I will have you here, trapped, for the rest of the day... blocking you from what you were doing. We could have a little fun here and there... you being cuffed, me watching you from my desk... it would be what do you call them? Sleeping over?" He threw cool breaths on my face, making the heat on my cheek rises to red stained. Fun here and there? I shiver at the idea.

I can never win in this situation. Least I can do is tell him, only him, and no one else. Groaning loudly, I give in. "Fine... I'll tell you... just break these cuffs. You're making it too tight for me," Just as I said that, he widens his eyes. A blush crept onto his face, thinking about something. I looked up to him as he stands there looking at my cuffed wrist. He gulped then began to open the shackle.

Once the cuffs were opened, I rubbed my wrist, trying to get rid of the tight feeling I had and the residue it left on them. Christian went back to sit on his chair, as I turn my chair around to face him. He let out a cough, somehow having to feel awkward of the earlier incident. 

"Okay, now tell me. What did you find?" He asked, getting rid of the awkward silence.

I nodded, thinking of where to start first. "Well, I know that my parents earlier cases, before they went missing was somehow connected to this one. They were investigating something else but at that moment too, they encounter Hexagon," Christian's body suddenly lift up from his chair, leaning in closer to my talk.

"Go on, continue...," He persuaded.

I sighed, can not believe I was doing this. "What I found about this group, occult was that they are a misguided worshipping group. They aim to spread corruption to the world, bringing false truths to the people. Obsessed with their ideology that the world exist to have each other to compete for the throne. Their leader was-,"

"Benjamin Julio Hernandez," He cuts in. He knows? The man has been researching. "Y-yeah, and every member is applied to have a dove tattoo on their body. It was symbol of their prophet, their god...,"

He stared at me. Why was he staring at me? Say something. "Christian?" I call to him. Suddenly he stands up, going over to the metal drawers, getting some files out of it. He went to stand beside me, bending over to show me something.

"Do you know these people?" He asked. I looked at the three pictures. A picture or Mr Harrison, Mrs Richard and Mr Collin came into my sight.

"Yeah, I do. They're my neighbours, well... was,"

He sighed. "Look, these people, your once neighbours was the members of the Hexagon. They had a dove tattooed on their body but was skinned out. Coincidentally, all three of them works for Origin Corporation but resigned on 16 September 2001. Do you know something about this?"

My mind suddenly flashback to that time. Where my parents urged moving out from the house, sending me to Aunt Susan's.

*

Mom was on her phone, talking to someone named Jess. "Jess, I need you to give insight on where they are. We cannot afford them knowing where we are,"

*

"I... yes. I think Mrs Richard knew my mom... I think they worked together," I stuttered, feeling ill of thinking about the incident on 16 September 2001.

Christian continued on talking, with me just listening or was. My mind just shut off completely after remembering that day. It was something traumatizing and I hate to remember it, I can see the look on their faces just similar to the face Aunt Susan wore when she left me too. A tear fall down from my right eye. My breathing was getting heavier.

"Kenneth? Kenny? Hey, hey, hey, hey... look at me. Are you alright?" He asked, stopping at wherever he was at when he saw my state of distressed. He brings me over to the small couch in his office, letting me down to sit. 

The man sat beside me, a worried expression on his face. "You seemed to be traumatized by that day, don't you? You can tell me if you want to? I'm all yours," Inhaling a deep breath, I figure letting someone know would be healing for my mind.

"They went missing on 16 September 2001. It was my birthday too... I remembered every little detail that they felt... on that day. The fear... the anger... the confusion... I was young... so young but I know something was off. Thirteen years... and I finally know why, I think so... these murderers... from this occult is after them. They want something from them. A necklace, a dove necklace, one that I was wearing now...," I paused, showing him the silver dove necklace. He stared at me, just listening, allowing me to continue.

"I never want to remember that day. It brings me back memories of what I wanted to get rid of. I wanted something normal in my life for once. And that was to have a life with them,"

He brings his hands over my shoulder, bringing me closer to his body. I lean my head down, feeling embarrassed, shy by the fact I was being vulnerable in front of a man.

"Then let me help you... we can work together on this. I know it is your parents case but I want to help. No other people would be involved unless later, if these killers come for us... I'll call back up. How does that sound?" He consoled, rubbing my back gently, soothing my sad heart.

I took a glimpse of his face, the blues of his eyes were the one thing that was able to persuade me to accept his offer. I needed help, I could never do this alone if I were up against heartless killers. "Yes... that sounds good," I replied, nodding my head at him.

"Good... now do you want to continue what he had earlier or do you wanna rest first?" He asked, giving me options whether I want to take it fast or slow. At this time, I want it fast. There was no more waiting any more.

I stand up, walking to his desk. "Let's continue, I had enough of these killers," He smiled at me, then proceed to approach me and pursuing what he just said. To be honest, I never ever thought about doing investigations with someone, I thought no one would do it with me, or even believe anything that I said. But turns out, Christian was there to prove I was wrong. 

It was now the time be a Knowles and expose some killers. Carry on.

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