Bad is the new Good

Jim**** The alley stunk, the doorway stunk, the corridor stunk, even he himself stunk.he passed a broken mirror and let out a deep scowl. Damn, he could pass as a fourty five year old homeless drunk, he entered into a smaller corridor with smaller and uglier doors, the paint on both walls were peeled and he could barely tell their original colour, the corridor was damp and all he could smell was dog piss. with water leaking from the ceiling and the corridor dark as hell, Jim heaved a sigh of relief as he felt his door knob. pushing it with ruthless self discipline, he walked into his apartment (if he could call it that). Weed, Jim coughed slightly as he looked into the darkness. he could make out a figure on his couch----the only furniture in his cell-like apartment. "I've been to alot of s**t holes" the figure croaked. amidst smoke in the air but this place is what you get when s**t hole and Trump have a baby" the figured croaked again and made a croaking sound. he sounded like he was in pain or maybe he was choking. streaks of light came in through the cracked window and gave the figure more shape. "you asshole!!" Jim hollered, as he dived for his pocket knife. "f**k you!!" he bellowed, the figure struggled to his feet, hoping to brace himself but couldn't make it as Jim had already swept him off his feet and pinned him to the wall. Damn!.pain splintered through his shoulders as he raised the figure above the ground to the wall. Jim tightened his grip around the man's throat as he watched the man gasp and try to ease the grip. His shoulders hurt but he couldn't resist the pleasure he got from watching the man fight for air as he choked him. The man was puny, Sean had always been the smaller one since they were kids, people always called them unidentical twins because anywhere Jim was then Sean would probably be around him. Jim stood at six feet two with a lean frame, he could have probably gloated about being really ripped some years ago but a bad drinking habit had left him like this. Compared to Sean, Jim could say he looked really good. Sean looked deathly pale, his skin drawn over his face and it looked frighteningly overstretched. The only thing left of Sean's big black bright eye was a sunken socket with no focus, his teeth was decayed and he smelt of dog piss and weed. Lots of weed, Sean looked like the perfect definition of Failure. Jim let him drop to the floor slowly as he gasped violently for air. "You shouldn't be able to do that" Sean wheezed. "I read about your shoulder injury" Sean said again, this time with a mocking smirk on his face. "I heard it got you f****d up pretty badly" Sean said without breaking eye contact. Jim moved toward the couch, passing by Sean's raggedy body, from the corner of his eye he caught Sean quickly bracing himself. Poor boy, he probably thought i was going to hit him. Jim thought loudly as he brought his body down to the couch slowly, he couldn't help but wince out loud. Damn, his body couldn't take that much pain. he looked over at Sean, the man was still on the floor. his shoulders sagged and it gave off an awful shape in the darkness of the room. A stray dog barked loudly as two men walked down the dark street, there was nobody in sight. just a few homeless drunks sleeping by the roadside. They must be dead, Jim thought to himself. when he was younger, he always wondered what made people homeless and broke. he always wondered what made people become drug addicts and alcoholics but here he was, A full manifestation of everything. "What brought you here" Sean said, bringing him back to the cold reality. his teeth chattered as he spoke again "Atherton ain't this cold you know". "I heard it's warmer sixth feet into the ground" he replied, as he intentionally made his voice low and cold. Sean looked at him, he didn't look bothered "you're still bad at jokes" he said. "I remember when you used to make me stay up all night to find jokes for you to tell Serene". Jim halted violently, "it's time to go" he growled and grabbed Sean by the neck. he hoped Sean didn't see how much reaction slipped out of him at the mention of that name. This wasn't how he had thought his life would be, they had both made plans to get married when they turned twenty-five. He would be a Football star and she would be a top journalist. "Stupid kids" he muttered under his breath. "She's living the dream yunno" Sean said, his voice sounded faraway. "she got married to some old billionaire" Sean said, adding a whistle as he said the word billionaire. she got married was the only thing Jim heard. of course, what did he expect. he thought to himself, he knew whatever they had was gone. "The train is almost here." Jim wheezed don't come back" "He died " Sean said that as low as a whisper and and waited to see the reaction on Jim's face. "she's now a widow". Those last words rung inside Jim's head. His life was scattered this was the last thing he needed to hear, The memories flooded, Everything suddenly seemed colder,He hated her. He had a huge dislike for women almost hate, apart from s*x he saw no use for them. he grew up knowing his mother as a b***h, she had left his father after selling almost all of his properties, she had taken the money and ran off with another man. she didn't care about him or his father. "b***h" he growled silently. his mother had abandoned him and his father since he was nine and ever since then he had this scary dislike for women. Serene had been the one girl that made him laugh, the more he wanted to hate her the more he found himself thinking of her, he felt she was different and he wanted to give her a chance but she ended up being like every other women he had met, she left. She was a cold b***h. ever since then his hate for women had rapidly increased, even during s*x he f****d them with hate and anger, most of them enjoyed it and called him an arrogant lover while the rest called him a misogynistic prick. "Jim" sean whispered. "I hate this b***h but you hate her even more " Sean stopped and wheezed again. "our lives are shitty, we are in debt" Sean said. "let's pay that b***h back and make a couple thousands along the way" Sean said with a creeped out smile "it could even be a million! who knows?" he continued. A loud sound from afar disturbed the peace of the night, the train was here already. Sean reached into the rag he called a jacket and brought out a card, he walked cautiously towards Jim and tucked it into his pocket. "Call me" Sean said as he walked towards the direction of the sound, dissappearing into the darkness of the night. Jim didn't know what Sean wanted from him but he knew he was never going to meet Serene. she was the last person he wanted to see. The cold air brought him out of his thoughts as he pulled himself back through the route they had just come from. A black bentley silently cruised down the street, Hemsworth had never seen so much order in his whole life. The other officers said he was fresh of the pan. He remembered being a young officer in the streets of Detroit, busting smugglers and pickpockets. he made a smooth U-turn and cruised through another set of houses (if he could call it that). Each of these houses were worth atleast a million dollar or more, he knew Atherton was a rich people ville and it housed some of America's richest and oldest family, when he heard he was being transferred to Atherton he had been so happy that his eldest son had thought he had won the lottery. It was everything and more. He looked through the rearview mirror at the lady, she was staring out of the window, Probably in her early thirties or late twenties, dark circles around her eyes, she was probably stressed or she drank too much caffeine or maybe both. He didn't know much about women's clothing but he could tell her dark suit was probably worth over twenty grand, her mouth had this weird shape and he could tell she hardly smiled. Green eyes!. every green eyed girl he had seen always looked bright and cheerful, their eyes always looked shiny and worked as a magnet for anyone they were talking to. This was the first green eyed girl he had seen that looked off, her green eyes seemed dead and a little repulsive. overall he would rate her as an eight, probably seven or eight over ten. she didn't look sad, she looked more tired and lost. he didn't know much about her case yet but he had been briefed a little on the details. Her husband had just died in a car accident and his driver was still missing, Hemsworth didn't know alot about the case yet because his superior Jon Bichy didn't want the case to gather attention. Her husband was Ethan grande, one of the richest men in California and he was born into one of the richest and oldest family, he heard the family had shares in almost all the companies in California. Ethan Grande's death would surely bring alot of publicity but the Grande family had ruled it off as a car accident, Eleanor Grande the madame of the grande family who's also Ethan Grande's mother wanted to carry out investigations on her son's death but she didn't want any outsider to know about it. she felt her son's death was skeptical, the car accident happened in Sacramento but she knew her son had no business in Sacramento. He slowly brought the car to a stop at the front of the big black barred gate. he read the house number and knew this was the place, the gate opened before he could press the horn, he drove in and tried to keep his face stern but his face wasn't complying. The house was everything he imagined it to be. he couldn't even call this an house, it was a mansion, everything fell in place. The symmetry and orderliness of everything was breathtaking. the trees, the flowers, the white statues, the water fountain statue, the white bricked terrain,the space. he couldn't take it all in. He caught sight of an elderly man probably in his mid sixties waving at him to stop. he slowly halted and watched as the man walked briskly to the car. he walked with a majestic stride. he took another look at the rear view mirror, the lady at the back was still lost, she probably didn't know they were home already. The elderly man circled the car and opened the door for the lady "it's hot, let me take you inside Mrs grande" the elderly man said. his voice had a little tingle at the end, he was probably Italian or had deep Italian roots. Hemsworth came down from the car to give the elderly man the car keys but he had already begun to walk the lady inside, Hemsworth watched as the two walked slowly towards the big beautiful glass door. The man towered over her, even though he was a little bent he could pass for a good six foot four, the lady was likely a five foot seven. Hemsworth took a good view of the area while waiting for the elderly man to return . The grasses were trimmed down nicely, the brick terrain was nice and clean, he looked over at the house and caught a face staring at him from the second floor, through the huge glass window. it was a child probably a girl or a boy he couldn't really see much difference due to the heavy white curtains behind the glass window. He saw another figure approach the girl and lead her away, probably an older lady . The air around here smelled so good it made him swear to make enough money to buy a house in this neighborhood. after what seemed like an eternity the elderly man returned, he walked faster this time and his face was expressionless, he looked like a robot or an A.i ,he didn't know the difference between those. The elderly man circled the car and came up to him "mister, you can park the car down there" he heard the man say in that Italian accent again. "The garage is this way" the man said again. he was obviously trying to hide the Italian in his accent. "Can't you park it yourself?" Hemsworth asked . "if I could drive then why would I have let you bring Madame Grande home" the man said. he wasn't doing a good job with hiding his Italian accent. "we would get a new driver so as not to bother your people again" the man continued. " alright Al Capone" Hemsworth said. he usually said that when he wanted to rile up Italian criminals. The man was expressionless. Hemsworth drove the car down and before he could use the horn again the garage door opened and the Bentley cruised in silently. The garage was long , Hemsworth couldn't see the end from where he was and it extended downward like it was probably built into the ground in a slope like manner. it was lit dim blue and it smelled like new cars. the garage door slid shut behind him and the blue light became brighter. "Oh God!" he didn't even know when he said that, it just slipped out of his mouth. He had been a cop for 12 years he had done a lot of raids on druglords and government agents, he had seen alot of garages but this garage was insane. This was rows and rows of black cars. he came down from the Bentley and stood in awe. There was more rows and rows of black cars and not just any black car. this was Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, Aston martins, Lamborghinis, Bugattis, Maseratis, Porsches this was as far as he knew. he saw brands that he couldn't remember their names and he saw brands that he had never heard of. The light got dim again and he looked behind and watched as the garage door slid open again. The man walked in, he didn't even know the man's name. "I just got off the phone with Mr Bichy, he said they need you back at the office" the man. it was obvious he didn't like Hemsworth. "Alright, I'll be back tomorrow to check around for anything suspicious" Hemsworth replied. he reached into the Bentley and picked his side purse, reaching into the bag he brought out his phone. he touched the power button and slowly watched as the phone came to life. "what's your name" he asked . The man acted like he wasn't there and just stood expressionless. " I could charge you with refusal to cooperate with the law" Hemsworth said. This time he walked up to the man. Hemsworth stood at five foot nine, he knew he was no competition for the man in height but he was stocked up, he weighed almost two hundred and eighty pounds. The blue light got dim once again, the doors slid open and a new guy walked in, more like he staggered in. "Her-- Her-- Hernandez" the new guy said. his shoulders were hunched and he couldn't keep a straight gaze, he kept his hands in his pockets even though his hands were obviously trembling. He was probably in his late twenties, he had dirty blond hair, his skin was pale and his cloths were oddly mismatched. expensive but not matched properly. His nose looked like it had been broken several times, his eyes were green but it had no glow, just dead green with no sign of life. He was probably the lady's brother and he was clearly autistic. "so your name is Hernandez" Hemsworth said with a sly smile while looking at the old man. "Mister Clifford!" Hernandez muttered sharply. Hemsworth sensed panic in his voice and looked over at Clifford who was busy muttering to himself. "you are not to leave your room!" Hernandez continued. "we have gone over this Mister Clifford!" Hernandez said. "NO!" Clifford snapped. he said it with so much power, Hemsworth moved back a little as Clifford staggered forward. Finally! some drama, he was beginning to get sick of all this orderliness and expressionless faces. "I'm tired of be- being lo-locked up" Clifford snapped. "Mister Hemsworth, you should be on your way now" Hernandez said as he hastily grabbed Hemsworth by the arm. Hemsworth didn't resist as he willingly let Hernandez lead him out of the garage back into the light of day and the nice smell of the yard. He checked the screen of the phone. Damn! ten missed calls from Bichy. he had put his phone on silent so as not to have disturbed the lady when he was driving her home. He looked at the windows of the house again and caught another figure staring from at him, it was the lady he drove home, The madame of the house, he waved his hands in her direction. No reply!, he wasn't expecting any, he was way older than her and he was just trying to be cool and friendly. he dialed the office number and let it ring. someone picked up at the third ring "Detective Hemsworth on the line here, send a vehicle to come pick me up" he blurted out. he didn't even wait for any reply before hanging up. he walked up to the huge black barred Gates and pushed it open, he instantly regretted calling for a car. he could just stroll and take in the view of all this million dollar houses, he lazily walked to the side of the quiet road and sat down. sunset would look really beautiful over here, he said to himself.