Finding the serial killer

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Jake’s POV

Dark…

and dark…

and dark…

and bright…

too bright…

I'm blinded.

I'm dead maybe, all I see is a bright light of the angel’s halo piercing every corner of my eyes.

“Jake?” I hear a voice. Someone’s calling me, someone from this heaven. Is this heaven? “Jake, you suck man. I can't believe you did it again.” What did I do to these angels now?

Oh no! no heaven. This is not heaven.

I open my eyes to that bright light drilling my face, everything is white, pure white though all I can recollect is the darkness beaming at my face, consuming me like a blackhole sucking, blinding me, paralyzing me to the most extreme pains I've ever felt. And I fell it too much, that I feel almost nothing else anymore. Maybe I was hurt, maybe I was stabbed, maybe all this is a dream. More than the pain I felt and I feel, more than this hurt in my eyes with this bright, bright light torturing my peace. “Whoa, whoa, whoa man. Calm down.” I tried getting up for some darkness but was pushed down by the shoulder on the bed again, two hands digging on my shoulder.

How am I in a bed?

Who is this person?

“Do you feel any better?”

“Emily?” the more I gain my consciousness, the more present I am with the familiarity of the voice, the more I am connected the grave I've dug up for myself. the more I wish that this is really heaven and I'm not in a hospital bed.

Sweet dreams.

“I guess I owe you a dinner than.” I feel her tattooed hands grazing against my arm. “I guess I'm gonna lose a lot in your gigantic appetite.”

“Ahh!” I groaned back trying to move but my back hurts, and my arms and the more I try to move the more I discover myself in anew found pain. I guess I've hurt my shoulder. That hurts the most.

“It’s not that bad, look at me.” I saw her face glaring back at me, she sat on the chair at my right, crossing her legs, I know she must be smirking. I can't believe, she has no humanity as all. She is so heartless. “You were right, Rui was innocent afterall.” I hear him laugh. “You dodged a big danger today.”

“What happened?” I tried turning but the soreness was no joke. I see people injured all the time, groaning in the worst pain but it’s always hard to imagine what they really feel. I've never imagined being stabbed, and all this is too much to even imagine. It feels like I'm sitting under heavy metals, weighing down by it, and that too all in a small part of your body. “How did this happen?”

“Michelle stabbed her child. She killed Jessica, not Rui. She even tried to kill me, but thanks to you—well… she got what she deserved.”

“But why? Is she sick? Did you arrest her?”

“Oh god Jake?” she slapped my shoulder harder this time, right on the g-spot and for a second, I forget I need to breathe, harder to even yell out in my real pain, I drank all my sorrows. “How many times have I told you this already? There are people like her who kills without any illness taking control of their actions, without any good reason, just for their selfish means. Not everyone of them are sick, some of them are just f****d in the head. Love for them is something that comes with sacrifices.”

“I didn’t expect this reaction.” I hold her hand with my better one. I feel her clenching her fingers in my hold. “I'm sorry, I know you don’t like hearing it. I shouldn’t have upset you. but you shouldn’t hurt my like that, afterall I'm your hero.”

“You deserve it, for being so dumb and thinking so naively when you are a cop. She did it all in her right mind. She killed her five-year-old daughter so she can run off with her lover, get married.” She sigh, in defeat looking down to her hands. I've noticed it before, but never asked. I've seen the scars underneath those tattoos she tries so hard to keep under her long sleeve shirts. She pulls away her hand. “She even tried to kill Rui but he knocked her out first. I would like for you to not pity her anymore, pity the husband we almost arrested, pity the child who never get to live a full life. She is a criminal, who will get what she deserves.”

People, all say I don’t think like a cop should. I don’t see the worst in people. I don’t see all those people in prisons as violent criminals who are there because they deserve to be treated like some animals, sure some are, but many are just the victims of a situation that made them cross that like. No one thinks like me.

“Don’t you dare give me the same lecture.” My eyes reached her and I see more than the anger there was. It’s much, much more now. “I can see it in your eyes already.”

“What?” I had to ask.

“Your victim and situation crap. Nowhere convincing enough.”

“Fine, I didn’t have any intentions either. At least tell me what happened to me?”

“You were stabbed. You pass out.” She grazes around the gauze taped around my right shoulder connecting my collarbone.

“I guessed it already. Is it really that bad? That’s why I'm here?” she just laughs like I'm reciting her a joke. She was fuming a minute ago. “How many days passed? How much did I bleed?”