The two walked deeper into Luxembourg city, the streets unusually quiet and the mist has not cleared yet. The thought of what Cay saw recalled the movie “The Mist” requisitely but realistically, whatever waited for them in the mysterious fog would surely surprise them not in a fatal way.
As They walked along side each other, one of them tried to subdue the awkwardness earlier, he plugged his earphones into the phone receiver and played a news feed from The Guardian. The voice was a woman’s, but the sound was static. He sighed in mild frustration and pulled out the earphone jack in quick success and reinserted it, he was only a few seconds late when the recorded news started. What he heard disturbed him. He eyed Judas from the side before looking straight ahead, where mist laid on every pavement of the chilly Luxembourg morning.735Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcTcpAwNCUz
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“It was reported that Jack Hampter, a local teenager from Southampton, was found dead at East Park, near the SeaCity Museum. Police reported that the teenager who recently had been expelled from his secondary school was stabbed multiple times in the stomach before succumbing to his fate. His face was smashed in by a rock, which was Identified just meters away from the body.”735Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5r6w7jU722
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The news reporter paused, either to create the suspending dramatic effect of what was to come or to breath in after what she had read, before continuing.
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The screen behind the news reporter suddenly switched from the usual standby with the media’s bobbling logo to a person whose flushed, pink cheek were a huge contrast compared to his ill-white skin covered partly by the local police uniform. The only thing foreign was the several news microphones stuck respectably far from the speaker.
“The body of Jack Hampter was found by a couple passing by whom did not want to reveal their names. It was located behind the tree as one of the couples tried to go around it when they left a pub near the park. The body was well concealed but was only discovered when the male tripped and fell before noticing what caught his leg.”735Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhDbPzRhWGz
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Cay could imagine the lead investigator taking a regretful sigh, momentarily revealing the pearly white within his mouth before continuing.
“We are currently looking into the unfortunate incident that befell on the boy, whose parents have already had the funeral and were reluctant to talk about it. We will leave the parents to continue to grief for their lost and I offer my condolence to them.”
The last sentence made Cay upset with a pitiful feeling welled inside of him.
“Rest assure, the families and friends of Southampton, we have a number of suspects that we are ready to question. My apologies for not revealing their names due to our preventiveness. They will be taken in into question at our local police department and treated equally by the investigation team. Patrol vehicles will be more frequent now to prevent incidents such as this from happening in the future.”
Anderson’s sudden quietness was abrupt, and Cay could imagine him suddenly looking at the people behind the microphones for the perpetrator.
“May god comfort the family and friends of the lost souls and bless that our investigation would be fruitful.”
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A week after leaving parts of the house in ruin, Judas sat at a park not too far way from his home. It was a late evening and he just finished a drink too many from the Orange Rooms, he felt like he was about to empty the contents from his churning stomach and occasionally gagging reflux. He placed his spinning head between the side forearms and plated himself onto a wooden bench with a flickering Victorian-style streetlight, the half-exposed light bulb stationed above his musky hair.
As soon as he felt at least decent, he raised his head to look of his surroundings to distract himself from the incoming nauseas feeling. From a distance away were two figures apparent, he could not make their features, not just because of his rocking head. The silence of the park only made their laughter audible, he felt a tinge of anger and jealousy of their dear enjoyment of each other’s company. He snorted to vent out the frustration that was stuck in his chess albeit made less painful from hard shots of whiskies that he was not accustomed to. A figure showed up, this time clearly visible, and walked past him.
Judas’s eyes were wide open when he had a peek at the face. It was unmistakable, the only face that seemed resistant to his animosity last week when he attacked the group of teenagers in the interrogation room with it’s four cold cement walls. The boy still had that cocky smirk that he put on, which he saw behind the one-way glass panel from the other room in the police station. The look that he gave that set him off with fists flying and arms chocking.
The boy had his back to Juda’s growingly intense stare, he was in his lightly torn red hoodie, perhaps the same one on that miserable day. The anger was overwhelming, and he did not care whether he had mistaken the boy for someone else. It was fine if the person looked similar. He got up and walked towards him, widely awoken by the sharp sense of sustaining anger and the courage of a drunk.
“Oi!”, he called out.
As soon as the figure turned around, he threw a solid punch with his fist formed when he got up from the bench. Judas could feel the moment when his knuckle pressed painfully hard into the center of the boy’s face before the latter fell onto the tarmac pavement.
It took good seconds before the boy you lift himself up into a pathetically-laid position, but it was enough for him to see who the attacker was overshadowing him. Horrified, he immediately dragged himself onto his feet and began running frantically, stepping onto the grass with a sign that wrote “Care For Our Park, Help A Better Future” dangerously close to his right foot where it landed. He could feel his attacker gaining onto him although he had a head start that left the former blank for a few seconds. The chase was almost silent if not for the fast and screaming footsteps on the grass as the chase went on.
When the boy was chased to a corner surrounded by iron fences high enough to make any passer-by think twice about climbing over. The panic inside of him grew until he remembered his pocket knife that he bought earlier that day.
Slowly and unsteadily, he took it out from his right jeans pocket. The blade suddenly stuck out of the steel handle with a metallic click and the blade could be visibly seen reflecting the light of the moon.
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