Lion (manxboy)

Chapter 8

"Elijah, I told you not to go on this investigation alone!" Shawn ran after Elijah, watching him stop near the driver's door of his car. The look on Elijah's face could scare a gorilla away as he held a menacing snarl, "you're going to get yourself killed, boy." Shawn continued, placing a hand on Elijah's shoulder.

Elijah's eyes snapped down to Shawn's, Elijah's snarl slowly turning into gritted teeth, "I'm going to see what happened. There was another shooting, and I have a feeling the person who got shot was someone I cared for." Elijah shoved Shawn's hand off of his shoulder, getting in his car and driving off, "I'm going to need back up on my word." He spoke into his pager, taking a sharp turn and pressing harder on the feeder.

He was seeping anger. The nerve Shawn had to hold him back from something that very well concerns him frustrated him further. Elijah's fingers tapped against the steering wheel, keeping his pace. He was going to get to the bottom of this, even if it was the last thing he did. It wasn't only his life in danger, but his little sister's as well, and that only made Elijah's pride boil inside, knowing he'd need to protect her, no matter what the consequences. His eyes snapped off of the road for a split second as he picked up his phone, the constant ringing in his ears only riling him up. He read the name a few times, placing his phone away and pressing even harder on the gas peddle.

Elijah wasn't stopping, not now, not ever. Shawn should have known the day he hired him.

Elijah arrived at the Hotel, parking in front of it, his cold eyes analyzing the sector, watching paramedics rush from left to right, the red and blue lights flickering everywhere. His phone rang once more, a low growl seeping through his gritted teeth as he answered it, "think about what you're doing, Elijah." Shawn scolded through the phone, the tone in his voice deeper than it had ever been with Elijah.

"I did think about it, and I'm going to do it." His voice filled with growls and menacing as he spoke, body tense with anger as he listened to Shawn's words.

He could hear Shawn sigh through the phone, knowing he was sitting at his office, passing his hand through his hair, stressing, "and what if he's still in the area? What are you going to do then?" Shawn questioned the riled man further.

"I'll grab him and go." Elijah hung up the phone, stepping out of his car and rushing towards a gurney, observing the bagged corps rush into the ambulance, "who is this?" He asked one of the paramedics, his hand on his holster.

The woman turned around, locking eyes with Elijah, "his name is Frank Colm," his jaw locked once more, "I'm sorry for your loss, Elijah."

The man stood frozen, shock rushing through his body like a bullet. He needed to find her. "Any last traces of the man who shot him?" He questioned, the woman reaching for her notepad and handing it to Elijah, "thank you." Elijah turned away, walking back towards his car and reading the notes, a hand running through his loose hair. "Section 6, a doll." His head snapped up as he looked around for the number but standing still. If he was going to move, he was going to move quickly and unseen. Who knew if the man wasn't waiting with a sniper just to shoot him.

His feet moved silently on the ground, hiding in the crowded area as he made his way towards the section. Upon arrival, he spotted the doll; traces of blood followed quickly after it, Elijah grabbing his gun and holding onto it firmly, his feet moving steadily, hearing whimpers coming from a dark corner. He then reached for his flashlight, but as soon as he opened it, he was thrown to the ground, a folded chair hitting his chest, losing the gun out of his hand and the flashlight into bags of trash. Elijah laid holding his arms against his torso and gasping for air, the faint yells and whimpers from the corner getting louder.

"Haha, how does that feel, huh Elijah?" Elijah's vision was blurry, unable to see who the man was as he continued clasping himself, "did you miss me?" The voice rang, "I'm sure your father did when you visited him the other day." He snapped out of it, sitting up and backing away from the man, "you should have seen him beg, "Oh, please don't shoot me, brother," pathetic." Elijah grabbed his gun from his back pocket, keeping his hand still, "did you miss me? Dear old Donovan is back!"