THE CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS ARE THE WORKS OF AN ORIGINAL FICTION.
Rated M for Mature
Appropriate for readers 18 and over. May contain extreme violence, sexual themes, nudity, or profanity.
THE DARK WRITER- CHAPTER 2
In the crowded corners of the streets, a group of burned, three dead bodies lied around like charred wastes. Detective John Winston stared at the bodies with an open wide look and figuring what might have caused them to burn. It didn't make sense of how these people burned without turning on the gasoline inside the apartment room, located below the down floor. The outside building was also covered in ashes, which a small hole was created due to the impact of the intense burning fire. There were random people, who can’t seem to concentrate on their regular, daily duties, watched the bodies, quite far away when a single cop backed them away and motioned them the area was restricted.
John had a couple of investigators at his back, talking with each other, regarding the terrible sights of the bodies. He looked at them for a while, called out one of the investigators to come by and see the bodies for himself. Apparently, the investigator used to be John’s partner, Sean Routh, who recently got transferred to the Homicide Division. Sean stepped into the area where John was examining the bodies. There was silence in the air and Sean seemed he wasn't much interested speaking with his old partner.
“What do you think?” John asked, wondering if Sean can pull out the details from the bodies. Sean sort of shrugged as if he didn’t care what John said. They used to work together in every investigation case back in those days. Some of their colleagues call them the Dynamic Duo as a reference from the old, classic TV series, Batman and Robin. Now, they were independents working on their cases, which is quite different and yet, difficult to handle them alone.
“I don’t know, John,” Sean said. “You tell me.” John looked over his shoulders, recalled the time on the last case. This last case, they were supposed to catch a serial killer on the loose and turn him to the authorities. However, the serial killer held a gun point to his captive, an innocent woman who cried for their help. Sean had stopped himself to see what he can do to prevent the killer from harming her or how he could stop the killer without killing him. John intervened and didn’t wait for any much longer, gave it a shot on his forehead. As a result, the killer died and yet, the innocent woman was saved, thanks to John’s quick efforts. But Sean was angry about the fact that John made a mistake in killing the bad guy rather than catching him. This is when they started fighting and arguing with each other.
That thought just went away from John’s head and he looked back at the bodies. He stood up, walking around the bodies while the forensic investigators were taking samples and a photographer taking several snapshots. John was well built in his 40s. People liked him and thought he was a hero. He had a moustache almost covering his lips, and his hair looked like he hadn't a haircut in years. His usual clothes were the same as he always wear the same, black trousers and a dark, brown coat, which almost covered the striped, blue shirt on his body. Sean wears the similar thing except for the grey trousers and light-blue shirt. He had a black hair and always had his haircut done, just to make the women stare at his handsome looks.
“Look, Sean.” John said. “This isn't the time to argue of what happened before.”
“I know,” Sean said, sounding ignorant. He didn't bother to look at his former partner, knelt down besides the dead bodies. He tried not to touch the bodies, since they were about to be examined by autopsy surgeons at the F.B.I. department. He also looked at the gasoline that stood besides the kitchen door. He noticed the controls for the gasoline, hasn't been turned on. He also thought the same thing as John.
“Hmm...That’s strange,” Sean said. “The gasoline hasn't been turned on. It doesn't make sense.”
“You’re telling me,” John said, sounding most obvious. He already knew the strange outcome from all this mess. The charred bodies were like skeletons showing their almost white teeth, with their mouths open. Most of their bodies were turned into black as if they were going to turn into complete ashes.
“Have any idea who they are?” Sean asked. John gave a sort of laugh as if Sean was asking a stupid question. He didn't know who these people were because their bodies hadn't been identified yet by the autopsy reports.
“Nope. No idea,” John asked, shaking his head a bit. He turned away from the crime scene, without looking back at his former partner. Sean came back following him, which he almost hit John’s back. John came to a stop, turning around to face Sean.
“What’s your problem?” Sean said angrily.
“What are you talking about?” John said, hoping that the conversation wouldn't be the same as before.
“You just walked away after you answered my question!” Sean said. His angry eyes almost came closer on John’s.
John felt like he heard enough of this conversation. Right now, he only thinks of his cousin, Jeff Thompson who is struggling with his novelized work.
“Sean, don’t even start,” John said. “It’s over. Okay? Past is the past.”
“I'm not talking about that,” Sean corrected him. “I'm talking about the bodies.” He pointed his hand towards the dead bodies at the crime scene. The other investigators were looking at them and decided to ignore the commotion, and concentrate on their duties.
“Well, yeah. Sure, I know it very well,” John said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to run.”
“Hold on a second, John!” Sean tried to stop him. “We’re not finished here. Where are you going?”
“Watch your d@mn mouth,” John said. “I need to go and meet my cousin. See, how he’s doing.”
“Oh, okay,” Sean said. “That’s just great.”
“You know what your problem is, Sean?” John stepped in front of him and this time the other investigators were watching the commotion. “It’s your f*cking attitude. Go, f*ck yourself.” John turned away from his former partner, opened the door to his white car and closed it. Before, he started to turn the engine on, a forensic specialist came towards him, with his plastic bag that contained the charred samples from the dead bodies.
“Hey John,” a forensic specialist said. “Do you want this sample ready by tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” John answered. “Call me when it’s ready.”
“You got it,” the forensic specialist said. He turned away from John and continued, working in his regular duties. John saw his former partner, turning the engine on and drove his car away from the crime scene. Sean felt like John had to owe him something, but he would care less of what happened in their last investigation case.
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE DARK WRITER- CHAPTER 3.
Charred bodies? Who were they? If not the gasoline, then what made them burn? You will find out later. Watch out for the next chapter of “The Dark Writer.”
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