My footsteps echo throughout the corridor as I hastily rush out the interrogation room, leaving Officer Bozo’s corpse behind-which I was trying very hard to not think about.
The alarm goes off overhead and I push my legs to move faster.
Right now all that matters is getting out of here. Away from the interrogation room, away from the police station, and then to…somewhere. I’d figure that out later.
At the sound of chattering voices and shuffling of feet, I begin to slow down in an attempt to avoid the officers in the room nearby. They’d be coming down this hall any minute and the only thing here was a decoration plant and a window in the hallway. I sprint for the window and open it. Looking down, I notice that I’m three floors up and there’s no way on earth I can jump.
Just then three officers turn into the hallway and I lock eyes with one. I look back at the window. Either jumping out a window from the third-floor with a high chance of me breaking a leg or I could attempt to fight all three officers at once. My choices right now aren’t very fair.
“Please remain still, we do not want to hurt you,” one says. “If you continue running we’ll have to stun you.”
They begin to inch closer, cornering me towards the window. I make my decision right then and there and I lunge for the window. I’m half way out when a hand wraps around my ankle,pausing me mid-air.
“Uh-”
With an incredible amount of force, I’m yanked out of the window and tossed onto the floor like a rag doll. I land on my arm-luckily-and stagger back up to my feet.
The officers-once again-begin to corner me, but this time I don’t have an escape route.
I’m doomed. And well right now would be a wonderful time to get possessed by my inner demon-or whatever on earth it is.
And I guess it agrees with me.
Cause right then, the world goes black.
...
My eyes adjust and I see how once again, people are dead. Sighing, I realize that this is becoming a disturbingly familiar sight.
One officer is slumped against the wall and I notice a bullet wound into his chest and that’s when I become aware of the cold feeling in my hand and look down. I’m not even surprised when I see the gun, but I still get chills. Another officer is laid out on the floor and the knife that was once strapped onto his right thigh was now stabbed into his abdomen.
Down the hall, I hear footsteps approaching-fast. They probably heard the gunshot. I can’t stay here cause I don’t want to be the cause of more deaths-or semi responsible or whatever on earth.
Anyways I need to get out of here. I look back at the window and a dark laugh escapes through me. Reluctantly, I rush to the window as I hear the footsteps even closer now. I sit on the edge of the windowsill and glance over my shoulder to see the next group of officers rounding the corner. After giving them a two-finger-salute, I leap off the window.
Wind rustles my hair and roars in my ears and I tuck my knees in together, bracing for the fall. Luckily, I land in a bush so it some-what cushions my landing. Feeling slightly sore, I slowly get up and can tell I probably bruised something. I look to my left and flinch backwards.
The third officer from earlier that I’d forgotten about, was sprawled out in the grass, head bloody with a fear-stricken expression on his face. I tear my eyes away from the scene, burying my hands in my pockets and tread on.
...
The light in the sky has faded away and the street lamps are already on by the time I’m on the welcome mat, spamming the doorbell.
I can hear the commotion behind the door before it swings open and a smiling face appears before me, Noah, my closest friend for as long as I can remember. I came here instead of my place since the police would probably be looking for me there.
Noah embraces me in a bear hug and then stands back. “Man, I’m really glad to see you, but you really look like crap right now.”
I hadn’t realized that before, and I look down at myself. My pants are muddy and stained with grass from the fall into the bush, and my sleeves have spots of red on it.
I fold the edges of my sleeves. “Yeah, I guess I kinda do,” I look over his shoulder into the house. “Your parents around?”
“Nah, they left for Florida two days ago. They’ll be back by the weekend though. Why?”
“I was thinking if it was okay if I would crash the night at your place.” I just left it at that and hopefully he would put the rest together on his own.
He scoots out of the doorway to allow me to come in. “Trouble with your parents again?”
I shrug, “I guess you could say that.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t push it further. “I have some Cinnamon Toast Crunch in the pantry if you want some,” he says with a wink. “I’ll go grab some change of clothes while you're at it.”
“Thanks,” I say gratefully and pour myself a massive bowl of cereal. I hop onto the counter and start devouring it and by the time I’m halfway done, Noah walks back into the room and plops the clothes beside me. He then snatches the bowl away and holds it just out of my reach. I give him a glare full of hate.
“Drysten, just hear me out before you go full berserk mode on me, okay?”
“I swear to god. I don’t have the energy for this,” I groan, reaching up for the bowl, but then he has the audacity to put it higher.
“Okay, whatever. Anyways you smell like hell and you're gonna make my whole place stink up unless you go take a shower or something.”
“My cereal’s gonna be soggy by then you little-”
“You can have three bowls then,” he adds. My jaw drops.
That’s all he had to say.
I grab my clothes and march my way over to the bathroom. After turning on the shower to my preferred temperature, I peel off my filthy clothes and step into the steaming water.
...
I pull on the green sweatshirt that Noah gave me and look into the mirror, my eyes reflecting back at me-one dark brown and the other light gray. Just FYI-they are not contacts or whatever on earth. Anyways, my still wet hair from the shower allows the curls to be more defined as I comb my fingers through it so it looks some-what unlike a rat’s nest.
Satisfied with my appearance, I walk out of the room and immediately hear the chain-saw snore from Noah. Heading towards the kitchen, I grab my phone and turn it and see a news notification pop up with a familiar face on it. Mine.
After I fix my bowl of cereal and sit down on one of the chairs, I click on the article and skim through it as I munch down my cereal.
Drysten Rensen was found at two murder scenes and is now a defendant and must be taken into custody. He is an 18 year old with heterochromia and is mixed(half African American and half white). If seen, please report it at the number: 911
There was more to it, but I just shut off my phone and continued eating. If Noah saw this in the morning I don’t even know what he’d do. He would probably just cover for me, but that wouldn’t be safe for him-it would only get him deeper into this mess. Maybe I should just leave in the morning and go…somewhere? I’d figure out that later. I get up from the chair and walk over to Noah’s room-careful not to make a sound.
I step into the dark room. Noah’s passed out on the bed and beside him on his nightstand, his phone awaits. I pick it up and the light of it welcomes me in the darkness of the room. Skimming through his notifications, I search for the news one and…Bingo! I found it. My finger hovers over it hesitantly. My brain signals me to swipe left to delete it while my heart thrums in my chest warning me to not to.
My brain wins.
Noah stirs next to me in his sleep and I quickly shut his phone off, standing in the darkness once again. Once he finally stops moving, I release a breath. I set the phone back down on the nightstand. I glance over at him. He’s a good guy that already has a ton of stuff going on and I don’t want my problems to interfere with his life.
Deleting the notification helped him.
I walk over to the sink and wash the bowl I’d left on the counter. I wasn’t in the mood anymore for eating more. I plop over on the couch in the living room and close my eyes, attempting to escape this nightmare.
But just when I think I’m finally free, in my sleep the faces haunt me.
My parents.
Cassie.
Bozo.
The three officers.
Accidentally or not-in the end, they’re dead because of me.
...
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
The sound wakes me up and I freeze in my spot. I hear the creaking of a mattress and a moment later, Noah walks into the room.
His voice is kind of groggy when he asks, “Did you hear that too?”
“Yeah.” I look back at the door. “We should probably see who that is.”
Noah stalks over to the door and looks into the peephole. He walks back over to me and in a whisper he says, “It’s some weird-looking guy in a suit wearing shades.” My blood runs cold.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
A muffled voice from behind the door calls, “I’m here for Drysten Rensen.” Noah and I exchange a look. “I heard voices so I know someone is awake.”
Noah motions for me to hide somewhere and I walk over to the kitchen and kneel down behind the counter. From this angle, I can still slightly see what's going on.
Noah walks over to the door and opens it.
“You’re looking for Drysten Rensen?” he asks and pretends to be completely baffled. “Never heard of him.”
The man gives him a cold smile. “There actually are cameras set up around this apartment complex and fortunately for you, I’ve seen him walk into this very flat.”
“Okay,” Noah says, dropping the act, “but what do you want with Drysten?”
“We are capable of providing him with proper security. He would be in very great care.”
“We?” I walk out from behind the counter towards the door. Noah looks back at me and looks genuinely confused-probably wondering why I blew my cover.
“And who are you that’s able to provide this ‘security’?” I ask, leaning on the door frame.
“Ah, Mr. Rensen. How good it is to see you-”
“Just answer the question.”
The man sighs and removes his shades. He has heterochromia too-one eye brown and the other forest green. “Well if you really must know, you see...” He takes out something from his jacket pocket. An ID. He hands it over to me and my eyes scan over it quickly.
Agent Thorn. Apart of-
“The CIA,” he says, “wants to make a deal with you.”
I LOVE NOAH AND DRYSTEN SLAYSSS
Literally anyone: What r u thinking abt-
Me: DRYSTEN. HAS. HETEROCHROMIA.