Lion (manxboy)

Chapter 6

Elijah leaned back in his chair, waiting for his boss to bring him the weapons he'd asked. It had already been a long morning for the both of them, trying to solve the crime at hand like it was butter, but only struggling with every step, they took closer to finding who the culprit was. "Here are the weapons, be very careful with them. Some are fragile." Shawn placed the sealed bags down on the large desk, opening it as Elijah sat up, "did you bring a picture of Lion's wound?" Shawn asked, earning a nod from his comrade, "All alright, let's test these out at the shooting range."

They both stood at there full heights as they walked their ways towards the room, Shawn nervously playing with his belt and tapping the metal ring attached to it, "All alright, son, have at it, I'll be upstairs in my office if you need anything or find anything." Shawn turned on his heel, leaving Elijah behind.

With a large sigh, Elijah placed the weapons, one by one, on the large table. He observed them well before applying his ear protectors and glasses. Elijah was ready to put his hands on any of the gadgets. Elijah pulled out a picture, sticking it to the wall with tape before taking a gun and aiming it at the silicon cube. He wanted to find whoever did this to Lion. Elijah wanted to know why and how they ran away. He knew Lion was innocent; at least he believed he was. Elijah shot the cube, leisurely walking towards it as he placed the gun aside and onto the table; he analyzed the bruised silicon and eyed the picture.

Elijah, growing annoyed a few hours had gone by, as he couldn't find the weapon used against Lion. He'd tried every one of the gadgets except for one. At this rate, Elijah wasn't even sure if he should try the last one. But he needed to find it if it was the last thing he did. Elijah grabbed the gun off the table, aiming it at the silicon cube as he inhaled sharply and shot it. He then placed the gun down on the table, walking towards the wound and analyzing the wall's picture. That was it all along; he'd found the gun.

Elijah put all the weapons away in frustration, keeping the last one out as he rushed up the stairs of the basement and dashed towards Shawn's office, "yes, it's taken care of. The boy will no longer have to worry about that woman. Yes, I know she wasn't an actual therapist. I've known since the first day the court put their hands on her, w-wait a moment, someone needs to speak with me," Shawn put down his phone, looking at Elijah's angered face.

"You knew! And you didn't have the decency even to tell the poor kid?! To tell me?!" Elijah slammed the door shut behind him, stomping towards Shawn's desk and banging both of his fists on the wooden surface, "you're going to call Lion while I'm gone, and you're going to apologize to him! You also are going to get the gun downstairs that shot Lion's arm. I'm going out to find this motherfucker, and when I come back, you better have explained yourself to Lion," with that, Elijah turned on his heel and stormed out of the building, leaving Shawn in shock. Elijah was mad, knowing that a man he'd trusted for so long could make a boy go through so much after learning that it hasn't been right since the first day. "Selfish prick," Elijah growled lowly, entering his car and driving out of the parking lot. His mind boggled with thoughts as he went through the streets, holding thought to the name Earl even though it was the last thing he could think.

Elijah steered his way into the infamous Earl Street with a sharp turn, where all bad things usually happened. The dangers that lie above the cold cement ground were unexplained to most police officers, and many never quite had the guts to venture deeper into that specific road, but Elijah grew in those streets. As he slowly patrolled the dark neighborhood, Elijah noticed more people observing him. One standing right in front of his car, "you shouldn't have come back, Elijah," the deep voice of an old man spoke aloud, enough for Elijah to hear him through his closed windows. The figure began walking around the car and leaning down to Elijah's window, lightly tapping on it. Elijah sighed deeply, annoyance covering his face; he rolled down the window, "what made you come home?" The man spoke once more, his foul-smelling breath filling the air.