Murder in the City of Marylane
19. Time of day
Harry and I looked at the room. I clenched my hand. In order to satisfy his lust, he rapes and kills? He crazy.
“I went to the forest. Help needed.” The voice of our captain was heard over the radio connecting us.
“Gosh. The run is very fast.” It's Dean's voice.
Harry and I looked at each other and nodded. We ended up chasing the culprit.
Harry and I split up when we were in the woods. Now, I'm alone. I just ran without direction. Hoping to find the savage.
“I lost track.” The voice of one of the policemen over that radio.
“I also.” Other sounds.
Where the hell is he?!
There was a sound coming from behind the bushes. I looked towards the voice. The bushes make sounds. Is there someone behind it?
I took the pebble from the ground and threw it to the origin of the sound.
“Meow.”
Oh. It's just a cat.
“Ah!”
My head feels heavy, something hit my head. I fell to the ground. My vision is a little blurry. I saw someone running ahead of me.
I tried to stand as hard as I could. I rubbed the back of my head. I saw my fingers covered in blood. Beside me, there was a medium-sized stone covered in blood as well. He hit me with that rock.
I'm trying to get up. My eyes are yellowing.
I'm shaking. No, I can't lose consciousness here. I got up and ran even though my running speed wasn't as fast as him. I staggered a little, but I could still do it.
“Stop!” my yelling.
“Stupid police! You can't catch me!” his reply.
I increased my speed. Getting close.
Another bit.
I reached out my hand to grab her clothes, but I couldn't quite yet. He's still running.
Another bit.
The power I think is almost over. The run wasn't as fast. The opportunity! I accelerated my run.
And ... caught!
He's on his stomach and I'm pinning his back. His hand was locked by me. I gasp. I catch my breath. My head still feels dizzy.
“You savage,” I said.
His face was facing right and his eyes were staring at me who was still looking down on him. He laughed mockingly.
I'm upset. He laughed while his victims suffered. He's psychopathic.
“You really!” I exclaimed. I took out my revolver and brought the revolver's mouth closer to its temple. Suddenly, a shadow of the victim flashed through my mind. How sadistic what he did to those innocent girls. He hurt Ashley too.
He doesn't deserve to live.
He must die.
Die.
Die.
“Juan, stop!”
Sean's Voice.
He's still staring at me. He laughed for reasons I didn't know.
“Juan, stop!”
That's Harry's voice. I don't see my surroundings. I looked at this psychopath who was still looking at me and laughing disdainfully.
“Juan, yes? Come on, kill me.”
My eyes were round hearing his words. My heart is beating so hard. What is this feeling?
“Ayo, kill. You feel it, right? Your heart's pounding, right? It drives adrenaline. Come on, kill me, Juan! You'll feel that pleasure.”
“Kakak, don't!”
Six-year-old Jane hit my hand.
“Ah!” I said. “What's up?”
“Do not kill that ant!”
“What's really why? Only ants.” My hand was about to kill those ants that were lining up.
“Do not!” Jane hit my hand again. “Pity, those ants have a family. They're family members. Moreover, if the one you killed was the head of the family. Poor, Brother. Dad said that.”
“Hmm, true also.”
“Promise, don't hurt anyone, okay?”
“You also promise, Jane.”
“Iya, promise!”
The revolver's mouth was still stuck on its temple. Slowly, I pulled the revolver from its temple. She's surprised.
“I'm not a monster like you.” I'm saying.
I put the revolver down and took the handcuffs. I cuffed both of his wrists.
“Sches Martinez's. You were arrested for the rape and murder of all seven victims, including the victim who escaped your murder and you have caused trauma in his life. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court. You have the right to speak to a lawyer, and have a lawyer present during the interrogation. And you should know that hiring a lawyer will not benefit you.”
Finished handcuffing both of his wrists, I stood up. He was taken by another police officer.
My head feels like it's going around in circles. Worse than ever. Is it because he hit me with a rock? I rubbed my face, blood from my head running down my face.
My sight blurred. I collapsed and only heard the voices of friends calling my name until I completely lost consciousness.
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“Where ... me?”
I muttered slowly.
Slender. There's no one here.
I saw my right hand attached to the infusion. Oh, I'm in the hospital again. Lukaku also seems to have been dealt with.
Shortly after, several people entered the room.
“Juan! You're aware!” exclaim Harry.
“Whispering, Harry,” scolding Dean , “You okay?” ask him then to me.
“You don't see he's been hit with a rock?”
“You don't know what a pleasantries is?”
“Hey, stop,” leerai Sean. I just smiled a little at the trivial quarrel.
I tried to switch to a sitting position. Dizziness just hit my head, making me reflexively hold my head.
“Don't move much, Juan,” Sean said. He switched to raise my mattress on the head and back, so I could sit on my bed.
“Thank you, Captain.”
I suddenly thought of Ashley. “Ashley. How's she?”
“He is fine. He's at this hospital.”
“Ah, so.”
“Ju—”
We looked at the origin of the sound. A woman who opened the door.
I round my eyes. Doctor Oriel!
Honestly, my heart was beating fast, afraid that they would find out that it was my psychiatrist. Milly doesn't seem to know that my friends are here.
“Oh, I'm in the wrong room. Sorry.” Milly closed the door and left.
Dean looked at. “You know him?”
“Know what? He said he was wrong room.”
“He almost mentioned your name.”
“Started name ‘Ju’ there are many in this world.” I dodged.
“About the way, does my aunt know I'm here? Did he call or something?” ask me to divert the conversation.
“So someone called you. It looks like your aunt,” replied Harry.
“Then, what do you answer?”
“Au—”
Harry had not finished his sentence, the door of this room opened again. Featuring a middle-aged woman who came to me with a worried look on her face. Aunt's coming. Harry might have told her.
“Juan!” yells. His teary eyes were hurriedly rubbed. He came and hugged me. I looked at my friends, trying to tell them to leave us both in this room.
They understood that and came out of this room.
I returned my aunt's embrace. Long enough until we let go of each other's embrace.
“Your colleagues said you were in an accident. What happened?” Her worried tone did not even disappear.
“Aibi, I'm fine.” I smiled, trying to calm him down.
Before long, the door opened. Milly walked back into this room, this time with her assistant. Maybe he was going to check my mental state.
“Your friends have perg—oh, I don't know any more guests.” Milly tried to get out of this room again, but my words held her back.
“Log in, Doctor.”
Milly finally abandoned her intention to leave this room. He walked closer. My aunt just looked at me confused.
“You want to check it?” ask my aunt Milly.
“A-ah, no. I'm friends—”
“He's my psychiatrist, Aunt.”
Hiding her longer than my aunt would probably be worse. Aye, right?
