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6th Case - The Chaos
They say it only takes 6 seconds to dissipate your anger... 6 seconds to get angry... And 6 seconds to wait until a bull escapes out from its cage...
Devoid of reason, the bull struggled his best to shake off iron that was tied across his feet... That is, what they both felt.
It seemed like eternity before time started inside the room. Like an arena, A bull and a chain...
A chain is what he felt, locking his senior in a tight grip, covering the words to keep it from being heard. As he saw right there and there, The woman was a psychopath... But this time, she was scared.. Her pants were wet like a bucket.
Screaming for dear life, as he instructed his coworker to stay professional. Hoping he would abide, but he guessed that was far from reality when he felt bone digging in his stomach...
Making him hurl straight to the ground, before Rain's knees flew through her forehead.
Knocking the 2 side characters in the process. Waking after 30 minutes of pure silence..
When they did, the detective was sitting on one of the corners, still angry and unforgiving and the body disappeared.
Seemingly buried outside far from the building... It was time for Ellaine to apologize...
"I'm-.."
"No, I don't need it."
"Please listen!"
She insisted, for this was a terrible mistake on her part. But she was sure that, she wasn't the one that killed his Mother..
"I did not kill her!"
But instead, what he gave was a glare. He wasn't giving up at all, for him she was the culprit. One or two times won't change anything... She was still an insane woman in his eyes, that needs not to exist..
He unbuckled his holster, before loading in a single bullet into the roll.. The next thing he knew was the gun is firmly tightened in between his hands... Before a round was heard being shot with a loud rip...
Like a flashbang, momentarily stunning the detective and the apprentice, the woman bellowed her loudest cries. As the bullet flies through the air with intensity and hits her shoulders.
Now, she thought... This is how her innocence could be proved.
"Load another round, detective.."
"What?"
Finally, this is what made him bounce back his senses and realized he did what she asked for.. Loading another round.. He dropped the gun, immediately as he saw this.
Terrified with his actions, he had also seen Job for a mere second and focused his gaze unto the assistant instead.
The man was still half awake..
Another 1 hour had passed, the fight was over, and the sky was showing stars and the moon. A clear sky, is what he wished for..
It calms him, and the chaos. Looking back at the memories, and the room. The detective finally calmed down after having a mental breakdown.
There were now three of them, and a round table. With a slight scent of lemon and tea..
As the first night came into a close inside the house of death..
© lazywriting
Devoid of reason, the bull struggled his best to shake off iron that was tied across his feet... That is, what they both felt.
It seemed like eternity before time started inside the room. Like an arena, A bull and a chain...
A chain is what he felt, locking his senior in a tight grip, covering the words to keep it from being heard. As he saw right there and there, The woman was a psychopath... But this time, she was scared.. Her pants were wet like a bucket.
Screaming for dear life, as he instructed his coworker to stay professional. Hoping he would abide, but he guessed that was far from reality when he felt bone digging in his stomach...
Making him hurl straight to the ground, before Rain's knees flew through her forehead.
Knocking the 2 side characters in the process. Waking after 30 minutes of pure silence..
When they did, the detective was sitting on one of the corners, still angry and unforgiving and the body disappeared.
Seemingly buried outside far from the building... It was time for Ellaine to apologize...
"I'm-.."
"No, I don't need it."
"Please listen!"
She insisted, for this was a terrible mistake on her part. But she was sure that, she wasn't the one that killed his Mother..
"I did not kill her!"
But instead, what he gave was a glare. He wasn't giving up at all, for him she was the culprit. One or two times won't change anything... She was still an insane woman in his eyes, that needs not to exist..
He unbuckled his holster, before loading in a single bullet into the roll.. The next thing he knew was the gun is firmly tightened in between his hands... Before a round was heard being shot with a loud rip...
Like a flashbang, momentarily stunning the detective and the apprentice, the woman bellowed her loudest cries. As the bullet flies through the air with intensity and hits her shoulders.
Now, she thought... This is how her innocence could be proved.
"Load another round, detective.."
"What?"
Finally, this is what made him bounce back his senses and realized he did what she asked for.. Loading another round.. He dropped the gun, immediately as he saw this.
Terrified with his actions, he had also seen Job for a mere second and focused his gaze unto the assistant instead.
The man was still half awake..
Another 1 hour had passed, the fight was over, and the sky was showing stars and the moon. A clear sky, is what he wished for..
It calms him, and the chaos. Looking back at the memories, and the room. The detective finally calmed down after having a mental breakdown.
There were now three of them, and a round table. With a slight scent of lemon and tea..
As the first night came into a close inside the house of death..
© lazywriting
