Delictum [Chapter Twenty One] Mark kept his head down and squeezed his eyes shut. What he’d just done hurt worse than anything he’d ever done before. It hurt even more when he heard Jack from within the room. He was screaming, screaming for him. Mark winced as he heard the sound of a heavy blow, and then something crashing to the floor. Then there was silence. Daryl probably made him hush up…
The detective then heard X chuckle in the solid darkness.
“That was most impressive Detective. I figured it would be much harder for you to say such things. Perhaps some of them were true.” He snickered and started to walk away.
Mark did nothing as X’s footsteps receded, and then vanished.
I… I really said those things to him, didn’t I?
Mark bit his lip and lifted his head. I didn’t mean any of them though. They wer
Delictum [Chapter One] Alrighty, so before we start on this terrible journey, a quick background. I wrote this a few weeks ago because I had this burst of imagination and I couldn’t function unless I wrote this down. So now I’m posting it, yay! It’s probably awful, but oh well!
Anywho, I’ll give ya a few details before we start. Mark here is a detective in L.A. He is currently doing very well for his youth and has been working on a case of theft for about three weeks. Yes there will be a taaaaaad bit of gore later on and torture (because I’m demented, what can I say). And other YouTubers will be making appearances!
So strap in and enjoy. I’ll post what I have and then let it simmer for a bit.
Delictum [Chapter Two] Mark knew something was up the second he walked in the front doors. The lobby was a bit more crowded than usual, and he noticed a few of the higher ups were actually out of their offices and talking with one another. He blinked and caught sight of Ken and Cindy talking by the front desk. He approached them and waved a simple greeting. Ken perked up when he saw him. The bearded man snatched Mark’s arm the second he was in range and shook him.
“You’ll never guess who Dodger and Josh brought in last night!”
Mark blinked and raised a brow. “You mean the green-haired guy? Yeah I saw him.”
Cindy and Ken exchanged a glance before Ken looked back at him.
The red- haired detective gave the older man a blank look. Ken growled in frustration and shook him. “It’s him! <
Delictum [Chapter Three] Mark’s eyes snapped open. The first thing that came into focus were his shoes and the filthy concrete floor they rested on. He groaned and shut his eyes, trying to dull the aggressive throbbing in his head.
“So you’re awake then?”
The detective lifted his head to find himself staring into a deep inky blackness. He was surrounded by a bright light. Glancing up, he hissed when his eyes met the bare bulb that hung above him. Mark tried to shield his eyes with his hands, but found them bound behind him. As Mark’s mind started to focus, he realized he was tied to a wooden chair by his ankles, wrists, and shins. The detective tried to jerk at his bonds, but found them snug. He lifted his gaze back to the darkness that surrounded him.
When he spoke, he felt something dry crackle against his skin. He figured it mu
Delictum [Chapter Four] Unfortunately, he had not been dying. For a while he had been floating in a black abyss, and then he was suddenly gasping for air as a wave of cold water collided with his face. Stunned and confused, Mark jerked his head to and fro, numb to the wounds that would have otherwise paralyzed him. And then he heard laughter.
Raising his head, he caught sight of legs clad in black jeans. Once he raised his head further, he saw a green hoodie, and then a white mask staring at him. Mark jerked in surprise and then cried out as his back hit something solid. The tender skin burned and the detective writhed.
He was back in the chair, bound once again by his wrists, ankles, and shins. Mark let his head droop as he gasped in pain.
“Welcome back to the real world, detective.” The voice that slipped into his head and vibrated his eardrums made him shudder. He glanced up at the masked face and recognized the pokerfaced thing.
“Cry. I should have know
Delictum [Chapter Six]Jack came out of his room dressed in faded skinny jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. He wore his black and white beanie along with his glasses, knowing they would alter his looks a bit. As he shuffled around with the cash in his wallet, making sure he had enough, he paused in the living room. The Irishman glanced at the detective and smirked at the older man’s face.
“Something the matter, detective?”
Mark lifted his head and blinked at him. Something in the man’s face shifted, and Jack couldn’t catch the change quick enough to place it.
The detective blinked again and inhaled sharply, as if shaking himself out of a thought. “No, no problem. Except for this thing,” he raised his arm while looking at Jack. The Irishman chuckled as he tucked his wallet into his back pocket.
“Well, I’m sorry about that. But it’s for your own good. Trust me.”
“Oh? And how so?”
Jack looked at the door and adjusted his hat.
Delictum [Chapter Seven] In the kitchen, Jack snatched the groceries off the floor and set them on the counter. As he began to unbag everything and put it away, Mark came in and sat at the table. Silence hung between for a minute or two, before Jack sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a weird looking key. “Here.” He tossed the thing to Mark, who caught it and inspected it. It was for his bomb bracelet. The detective quickly put the key to use and removed his accessory. Jack finished with the groceries and turned to Mark, leaning slightly on the counter.
“So, what do you want to know?”
Mark watched the Irishman and noted his tense frame. The guy was obviously having a hard time with this. The detective tapped his chin in thought.
“How about the break-ins. What was the deal with those?”
“Just simple jobs carried out by at least ten different dudes. The boys wanted new toys and more money for bars and strip clubs, so they di
Delictum [Chapter Eight] Daithi looked up from his conversation and his eyes widened slightly.
“Sean!” He set his drink on the table and held out a hand. Jack took it and they shook. “Damn it’s been too long! Give me just a sec,” he said in his heavy Irish accent. Daithi turned to the men he was previously speaking to and shook their hands. “My apologies, gentlm’n. We’ll continue ‘dis anodder time, yeah?”
The two men said their goodbyes and stood, brushing past Mark and Jack and disappearing through the door. Daithi motioned to the two now empty seats. Jack took one without hesitation while the detective cautiously lowered himself into the wooden chair.
Soon a round of beers was brought to the table. Daithi and Jack immediately went for them, while Mark hung back. He didn’t have his pills, so he would have to drink very little if not at all.
Jack took a hearty swallow of his beer and then smacked his lips.
Delictum [Chapter Nine] Ken was, to say the least, very upset.
It had been five days since Mark’s disappearance. Well, six, if you counted that it was the ugly early morning now. And Ken was only a tiny step closer to finding anything.
The burly chief ran a hand through his hair and down his face, trying to wipe away his exhaustion and frustration. He had been at the office for 48 hours straight, only taking a short nap on his lunch break. And what did he have to show for it? Some inner-uprising in one of the smaller, meaner gangs that McLoughlin had allegedly been involved with. One witness that he was able to snag from the ordeal said he thought he might have seen the green-haired man, but wasn’t sure. Apparently it was dark.
After a bit more investigation into the deal, he came up empty-handed. Even after he attempted to find McLoughlin’s home, he came up short. There was literally nothing. It was like McLoughlin was a ghost.
Delictum [Chapter Twelve] Jack ended up falling asleep, surprisingly. He had nodded off in the dark quiet, and his sleep was dreamless, thank god.
What woke him up was a gentle hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. Jack had twitched and inhaled sharply, peeling his eyes open and looking around, before he realized what was going on.
As his vision focused in the dark, he could make out the face of a young man with black hair and dark eyes staring at him. Jack blinked and groaned, his head throbbing.
Without saying a word, the man straightened to his full height and walked behind him. Jack heard some rustling, and then the ropes that were restraining him loosened considerably. He blinked and raised his good arm hesitantly. The ropes moved freely with it and fell to the floor. Jack lifted his head fully and stared at the man as he came around in front of him.
“W-What are you doing?”
Delictum [Chapter Twenty Seven] Mark glared at the chair before him, taking another step into the room that Jim said was X’s office. He gingerly shut the door behind him, making sure the only exit was blocked. His furious brown eyes bored into the only thing he could see of the mysterious man before him, which was the very top of the person’s head. Mark could barely make out light brown hair underneath an old black baseball cap.
X spoke again, his voice coy and playful. “Why, who ever do you mean?”
He recognized the voice. It was definitely X.
But where is Jack? Jim must have lied, and it’s probably a trap.
The detective growled. “What do you mean ‘who’? Jack, damnit, where’s Jack?”
Jack tried to swallow his tears as Mark’s voice, despite it being angry and harsh, soothed him. He st