Vixen's Revenge [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

LUKE

I knocked first. I don't even know why, because no one was home. The door wasn't locked, so I opened it and went in.

It was dark and musty inside. Cobwebs were everywhere, and almost everything was covered in dust. Whoever lived here cared much more about the exterior's appearance than the interior's.

The first room I came to was the living room. There was an armchair and a little center table near a little fireplace. A dirty rug was beneath the furniture. I looked around, but I didn't find anything suspicious, so I moved to another room.

The next room was the kitchen. It had two doors: the one I had entered from and one that led to what must have been the dining room. I checked out the kitchen for more clues. It wasn't as dirty as the entrance. Someone had used the counters and the sink recently, because they were not covered in dust. My eyes caught something shiny.

A bloody knife was on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. I picked it up and examined it. I decided to keep it as a weapon an proceeded to the dining room.

The dining room looked like another dead end. It was just as dirty as the living room, with everything covered in webs.
"This guy is good at covering his tracks," I thought to myself.

From the dining room I came to a long, dark, descending, staircase. It looked like it led to a basement. I went to the edge and looked down. A door was at the bottom.

I walked down the creaking stairs and opened the door.

The basement was even dustier than the other rooms. A curtain of cobwebs met me when I opened the door. I pushed through to see if there was anything behind them. Still, nothing.

If he didn't keep his plans in his basement, then where did he keep them?
All the bedrooms were empty, too. I was about to give up and go home. I threw my hands in the air and stared at the ceiling of the last bedroom in frustration.

That's when I saw the hatch.

It was well hidden, but not hidden enough. It was like a door on the ceiling. I knew instantly that I found something big. I pulled a chair from the dining room and stood on it. I put my hands on the edge of the opening and pulled myself up into the hidden room.

I froze in shock at what I saw.

The walls of the hidden room were covered in pictures. The walls were literately painted by pictures. I looked more closely, and I realized that they were pictures of girls.
High school girls.

All of his targets and victims, plastered on the wall. He had red crosses on the girls he had gotten. The crossed off pictures were so many. I had forgotten just how many girls were victims of The Phantom. I saw Vixen's picture, too, but strangely it wasn't crossed off. Maybe he just forgot.

I pulled out my phone and took pictures of everything. I found maps and written plans. I found a camera with pictures of the girls he was stalking. I decided to take the camera with me. With all the evidence I found, I'm sure the police can find The Phantom or at least protect his most recent targets. I put the camera and some other things in my bag.

I climbed out of the little room with my bag of evidence. I closed the hidden hatch and went out of the room.

The sound of cocking guns met me immediately I opened the door.

The police had me surrounded.

"Put your hands up, Mr. Vickson!" the lead officer yelled.

Bright lights were pointed at me. A dozen officers held guns. Also pointed at me.
They were dress up in their best defense uniforms like they were ambushing a terrorist or something.

Then I finally understood what was going on in their heads.

I was in all black. With a bag on my back. I was even still holding the bloody dagger I found in the kitchen.

If these officers came here looking for a criminal, I surely fit the profile.

But how did they know I was here? Only Calla knew, and she told me she had never seen anybody else come here. Calla wouldn't give me up, so how did they know?

"Put down your weapon!" the officer demanded. I dropped the knife, and it clanked against the floor.

The lead officer came closer and pinned me roughly to the wall. He yanked my bag off my back and tossed it to another officer. The officer who pinned me down let me go. Now that he was closer, I saw that he was the nice officer from my party last night, Officer Hunt.

"Hey you have no right to treat me like this!" I protested. "I'm Luke, remember? I gave my statement already, you know I have alibis and that I didn't do anything!"

"We have reasons to doubt that, Mr. Vickson," the officer stated. "Your DNA was found on Miss Kent's body, and we believe that you know more than you've told us."
"But I told you everything I knew!" I exclaimed.

Before he got the chance to say anything else, the officer checking my bag called Officer Hunt's attention.

"Sir look what we found." He pulled out the camera. Officer Hunt examined the camera and nodded. "So you wanted to get rid of the evidence, didn't you?"

"No, no I swear I wasn't hiding anything! These things are for The Phantom!" I yelled desperately. The officer shook his head angrily. Suddenly the nice officer lost his patience.

"Listen boy I have no time for your games!" he growled. "You're coming with us to the station!"

He turned me around and clamped the handcuffs on my wrists. He dragged me outside and pushed me into the police car. He locked me in there and went to talk to his men. They packed up their stuff and got into their cars.

The police didn't even search the house. I felt like I was being held unjustly. Hunt got in the car and drove off to the station.

They sent me straight to a room to be interrogated by Officer Hunt and that mean officer from yesterday. The second I saw them together I knew I was toast.

"Okay, Mr. Vickson, tell us what you were doing in an abandoned house a two miles away from your residence," the mean officer began. He was standing in front of me, with that evil look on his face. I was sitting on the other side of the room, behind those tables that have built-in handcuffs, sulking.

"I want a lawyer," I replied. I wasn't going down without a fight. I was going to play wise with these crooks in police uniforms.

"You see, Mr. Vickson, you are not entitled to a lawyer," the mean officer said in an oddly calm tone.

"Why not? It's my right to have one you can't deny me that right," I said in firm defiance.

The officers just laughed loudly, like I had just told them the funniest joke of all time.
"Your right?" he laughed.
"Yes, my right," I repeated.

He stopped laughing. He leaned over the opposite side of table until he was inches away from my face, and then he banged his fists on the table.

"You, my friend, lost that right when you killed that girl!" he yelled angrily.
I shrank back in my seat.
If it was up to this guy to give me justice, I might as well give up.

"Hey, hey, hey, Jack, calm down," Officer Hunt finally spoke. "He's still a juvenile, he doesn't understand the gravity of what he's done."

"I didn't do anything!" I protested again.
He gave me a questioning look, "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Of course I'm sure!" I answered in frustration.

Officer Hunt turned to Officer Jack. "Play the tape," was all he said. Officer Jack put on a TV hanging on the opposite right corner of the room. I didn't even notice it until now. He fiddled with the remote for a while before a clip started playing.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw it.

I thought that there was no way they could find out this tiny incriminating detail. No one else was there, so how did they get that video?

The officers probably got all the answers I refused to give them from my shocked, pale expression.

"You better speak up, Mr. Vickson," Officer Hunt said when the clip ended. "Because according to this video, you were the last person to see Miss Kent alive."